I downed the rest of my drink and smiled. “Well, I’m glad you got something good out of coming home.”
She lowered her chin. “You know what I mean.”
I nodded. “Yeah. You’re happy we’re giving this another shot. Finish your wine. Or not. But we’re going to bed, honey... though not to sleep. Been a long time since I had sex with drunk Raegan.”
“I’m not drunk.”
“Famous last words, Rae.”
“Whatever,” she cried, before she downed her wine.
As she rinsed out her glass, she asked, “Am I going to your Mom’s salon tomorrow?”
I finished my drink. “Not if I can help it. You’ll do better being with your mother.”
She looked over her shoulder at me, giving me her best attempt at doe-eyes. “But she wants to highlight my hair.”
“I love your hair just the way it is. You want it highlighted, when this shit is done, you come jogging with me. Mother nature will take care of it for free.”
Her nose scrunched. “Bleh. Jog, schmog. That makes me sweaty.”
“So does sex, but you don’t complain about that,” I replied, bumping her hip with mine, encouraging her to make room at the sink.
Her eyes went hooded. “That’s different.”
I put my rinsed glass in the sink, lifted her by the hips and put her on the counter. “Is it, now?”
She bit her bottom lip. “Mm-hmm.”
I swung her legs around my waist, then cupped her ass to pull her crotch even with mine. To my satisfaction, she gasped.
“You like this idea, Raegan? Counter sex?”
Those beautiful brown eyes went hooded again. “Any sex with you is an idea I like, Clint.”
I brought a hand between us. “You said that so I’d reward you, didn’t you?” I asked, stroking her outside her shorts.
She squirmed and shook her head.
I pressed my lips together for a moment as I deliberated things. My hand went back to her ass, and I cupped both cheeks so I could carry her.
Making my way to the bedroom, I said, “I hate to be a tease, but I’m in no mood for counter sex right now. Maybe another time when you’re good and tipsy, we’ll have that.”
She tipped her chin down. “We better, Ramsey.”
I chuckled. “Pulling out the big guns, using my last name.”
She unwrapped her legs when we hit my room and I let her slide down to her feet. Rather than let her go, I yanked her shirt over her head, and I hadn’t realized she’d skipped wearing a bra while Mamá was here.
“Surprised about this,” I said, cupping her beautiful breasts in my hands.
Her eyes narrowed a touch at me. Then she yanked my shirt out of my jeans. It was a polo shirt, so rather than have her rip the buttons, I undid them and reached behind my head to pull the shirt off.
“God, that’s so fucking sexy,” she muttered.
My hands went to her shorts, and I slid them down her legs along with her underwear. “You’re the one who’s so fucking sexy, mamita.”
“Bullshit,” she muttered as she unbuttoned my jeans.
With one arm, I pulled her to me and gave her a scorching kiss while I used the other hand to unzip my fly and shuck my jeans.
“On the bed, on your knees,” I said against her lips.
She looked up at me. “Only if we’re going to sixty-nine.”
My cock throbbed at her words. “I’m always ready to go down on you, Rae. But I’m coming inside you, and I’m too wound up as it is. Which means I won’t last long.”
She thrust her hands into my hair and pulled me to her for a fierce kiss. I groaned and backed her onto the bed. Her hands moved to my shoulders, trying to roll me to my back. I tore my lips away from her.
“On your knees, honey,” I said, swatting the side of her thigh.
In response, I got a short pout, but she did what I asked.
I dropped my boxers and climbed on to the bed behind her. She had the most perfect ass of any woman I had ever seen. I rubbed the plump globes and smacked one for good measure, making her gasp. I smiled and slid my cock into the warm wetness of her pussy.
“Yes,” she hissed.
I leaned over her, so my lips were next to her ear. “You got that right, baby,”
Then I picked up my pace and pounded into her. Bracing my weight on one arm, I used the other to reach around and grab her breast. My thumb and index finger found her taut nipple, and I rolled the bud just the way she liked it.
“Clint,” she cried.
“Yeah, mi corazón?”
“I need to come, baby.”
She didn’t often call me endearments, and I loved it when she did. My hand slid lower, and I rubbed at her clit with no mercy. I felt her pussy clench against me before she moaned with her orgasm. Feeling her climax set me off, and I gently thrust into her a few more times even after I was done.
Her hands started sliding down the bed. I leaned over her again as her legs gave way. “I told you it would be quick, Rae. You want, round two starts in fifteen minutes.”
I jolted because she chuckled, then her head turned to the side. “Nope, that was pretty fucking epic as orgasms go, even if it was really fast.”
While kissing her shoulder, I gently slid out of her and rolled to her side. “Well, I’m glad I can please my woman. You want to clean up?”
She smiled. “Yeah. Then bed, because I suspect you have work tomorrow.”
“That I do,” I muttered.
Chapter 20
Made a Strange Bedfellow
Raegan
I PADDED BACK INTO the bedroom feeling a happy sex afterglow. Clint was shrugging into an undershirt and had donned a pair of men’s sleep shorts.
I slid my arms around his waist. “Why aren’t you sleeping naked, Clint?”
His arms came around me, his hands sliding down to squeeze my bare ass. “Got caught with my pants down, when someone broke into your Mom’s house in the wee
