by Marie Harte
“You just had to bring that up, didn’t you?”
Sadly, his comment and, damn, her very presence had already brought him “up.” He braced himself against the sink, trying to get rid of the hard-on that wouldn’t quit. And what the hell had he been thinking to bring a condom with him? It was like he wanted to die, smothered in the flames of his dirty mind and her hot body.
“Promises, promises,” she taunted.
“Oh please.” Damn it, woman, I’m doing my best to keep it together. “As if you could handle me.”
“I think I handled you pretty well the other night.”
He glanced at her, seeing her so smug and sexy. So annoyingly unfazed by their shared connection. “You just had to go there.”
She grinned. “You did it first. Deal. Now get busy and do my dishes, sugar chop. I’m going to sit here and watch a pretty man working in my kitchen, you know, while I’m thinking of knitting patterns.” She snickered.
Fed up with her for being so damn cute and too much to resist, he left the sink with soapy hands and dared approach her.
She narrowed her eyes on him. “Don’t even think about getting me wet.”
He paused. She blinked then turned a wonderful shade of pink.
His smile grew. “Aw, are you saying you’re already wet for me? Don’t need any help to get there?”
She glared. “You wish.” Her gaze trailed down to his fly, and she swallowed audibly, not helping the situation. “You, um—”
“Yep. I’m rock-hard for you, sugar plum.” Cash was only human. A guy could only take so much. “You know, I haven’t had my dessert. I think I’m due.” He pounced.
She stopped him with hands on his shoulders.
They stared at each other, and he saw the same hunger he felt in her deep-brown gaze.
“This means you’re going to eat me. For dessert, right?”
He hadn’t realized how much he’d be affected by frank words. But he should have realized Jordan wouldn’t mess around. “Yep. Gonna lick you until you come.” Just thinking about it hurt because he felt ready to split his pants.
“Oh, ah, okay.” She licked her lips, and he groaned. “But what about sex?”
“What about it?” he asked, his voice deep, obviously aroused.
“Are we going to have it?”
“Yeah.” He blew out a breath. “For some stupid reason, I brought a condom with me.”
Her surprise turned into a naughty grin. “Oh. Interesting.” The damn woman licked her lips again. “So it’ll be safe sex.”
“Safe for you, maybe. I’m about to explode,” he confessed. “I’m clean, huge, and ready to fuck. I want you. Any more questions? Is this a damn debate club, or can we get busy?”
She frowned. “You don’t have to get testy about it.” Then she grinned and stared between his legs. “Testy. Get it? Like, your testes? Should I spell that for you so you get the joke?”
“You’re a brat needing a good fuck, I think.”
“Don’t brats need spankings?” She yelped when he lifted her up and over his shoulder in one smooth move, holding her in a fireman’s carry.
He’d smacked her ass twice by the time he’d made his way into her bedroom. Once inside, he closed and locked the door behind him, should her brother for some reason return earlier than he thought the kid might.
Cash saw a room filled with shades of blue and lavender but held off on the inspection. Not now, when he had a warm, willing woman to plunder.
Feeling decidedly piratical, he tossed her onto her bed and followed her down.
She huffed, but before she could say anything, he pinned her to the mattress, conscious of how much larger, and harder, he was. “You sure about this? I need to know.” He couldn’t help grinding against her when she shifted, her legs spread and cradling him in the best way.
“We do this, it’s not weird after. I mean it.” At his fervent nod, she dragged his head down to her. “About time. Now inspire me, Cash. Because I’m feeling a little less than empowered right now.”
He groaned and kissed her, and his world settled on nothing but Jordan Fleming. She smelled like some kind of flower. Her skin smooth, her lips like the best-crafted beer, rich and full and so damn tasty.
She moaned into his mouth, and he squeezed her breast, not sure when he’d put his hand there. He had to touch skin and quickly moved under her shirt then palmed her, reveling in the taut nipple under the silk of her bra. He pinched her, and she shot up off the bed into him.
He pulled back to see her dark gaze cloudy, her lips ripe and red, swollen from his kiss.
“Now. In me,” she demanded and pushed him up to give her some space.
He stared in awe as she shimmied out of her T-shirt and bra then waited, impatient.
“I haven’t got all day, you know.”
He laughed, surprised he could feel anything but all-consuming lust. “Still such a smartass.” He stared at her, astounded someone could look so perfect. “But such a sexy smartass.” He caressed her, watching her face contort with pleasure and needing to be inside her in the worst way. But Cash didn’t want to rush this, not when he finally had her in his arms.
He bent down to take her nipple into his mouth and wanted to shout with delight when she clenched her hands in his hair, urging him for more. He sucked and teased while molding her other breast and realized he’d been thrusting against her.
“Need you,” he managed when he could think to release her.
“Take off your clothes,” she ordered.
He pulled back and left the bed to disrobe, watching her do the same. They stood there, naked, just taking in the moment before reaching for each other. Cash felt her hot little hands on him, and he nearly lost it.
“Wait, wait.” He slid her hands from his cock to his chest and tried to breathe through the out-of-control lust.
“Oh, you’re sexy. No wonder everyone wants you,” she teased.
“Stop it, woman. You’re killing me. I’m trying to last.”
“Only good for one round then? Not living up to the hype, Griffith.”
“You are so asking for it.” He shoved her back, not so gently, to the bed, only to hear her laugh. He left her there, on the hunt for his jeans to grab the condom. He finally had it in hand before stubborn Jordan darted off the bed to grab him again. On her knees on the floor, she reached for his erection and fondled him.
He shook, so close to climax. Then she let him go, and he let out a breath, only to stare down at her nearing him with parted lips.
“Fuck. Jordan, you put that mouth on me, and I’ll come down your throat. I’m too close.”
“Promise?” She paused. “You did say you’re clean.”
“I… Shit. Of course I’m clean. No, wait.” He closed his eyes at the feel of her hot breath over his dick. “What are you doing to me?” he rasped, overcome with feeling.
Jordan palmed his balls as she drew his cock into her mouth. The feeling was indescribable, as if she surrounded him with everlasting warmth. She bobbed over him once, twice, and he came so hard he saw stars.
He heard himself moaning, felt the release fill her mouth, and couldn’t stop from pumping between her lips.
After he could think again, he withdrew, still semihard and catching his breath, gripping her shoulder so as not to fall over.
He watched her wipe her lips, first with her tongue then her finger. She stared up at him as she dragged that wet finger down her chin to her breasts, circling her nipples before continuing lower.
Fed up with letting her lead him by the balls—because, Christ, she had—he lifted her in his arms and kissed her until she moaned his name.
Then he placed her on the bed and spread her thighs wide, kneeling between them.
“Go on, sweet thing. Inspire me.” Her eyes bright, her lips shiny, and her b
ody taut, she slowly slid that hand between her legs.
“That’s right. It’s your turn,” he purred, prepared to show the little brat just how much pleasure he could give her before she lost all control. “And get it right. Time you followed a few orders from your superior.” He smirked then lost all sense of humor as her fingers got busy.
Oh, hell yeah.
Chapter 9
Jordan had never been so turned on before. Taking the lead with Cash was a dream come true. Seeing his pleasure, knowing she’d given it to him, had been hotter than she’d imagined sex with him could be.
She, Jordan Fleming, had made Cash Griffith tremble. Go me. But now, with Cash ordering her around? Wanting to watch her pleasure herself?
“Oh, yes,” she moaned, loving the intensity with which he stared. She stroked herself, so wet and hungry for him that she didn’t have to work to build her arousal.
The scent and feel of him did as much to pleasure her as her fingers did. He leaned over her and kissed her, his tongue in her mouth, invading, retreating, then coming back. Bringing her closer to her own climax.
He played with her breasts, and she got the feeling he loved them, because he didn’t stop. His kisses moved from her mouth to her neck and then her nipples. He kissed and teethed, causing her to lose her damn mind, especially when he withdrew her hand from between her legs and took her fingers in his mouth.
“So fuckin’ sexy,” he paused to mutter before drawing them back in.
His mouth over her fingers could be felt all over her body, the pull of his thick erection once again dragged over her belly. Then the stubborn man trailed down her stomach to rest his head between her legs.
He inhaled and sighed. “You smell so sweet.”
“Cash…oh God.”
He kissed her clit, making love to it with his mouth. Sucking and licking, then using his thick fingers to stroke her folds before easing them inside her.
The sensation of fullness made her light-headed, especially when he started fucking her with his finger while feasting on her at the same time. She couldn’t help being washed away by a tidal orgasm, shivering while he continued to lick.
Her sensitivity grew, but he pushed past it, easing her into a deeper, fuller feeling of desire. She rocked against his face, needing more as much as she needed him to relent.
But he didn’t stop, and she neared a second climax too soon.
He finally pulled away and donned the condom as she watched intently. “See how big you make me, baby? This is going inside you.”
Spreading her legs wider, sitting on his heels as he knelt between them, he drew her up to him and positioned himself at her entrance. “Watch me,” he growled, then slowly eased his huge shaft inside her.
They stared at the sight of his sheathed cock penetrating until he was balls deep.
The fullness was incredible, his snug fit locking him inside.
“Fuck, that’s good,” he rasped, staring down at them. Then he rubbed her clit and started pumping, the cords of his abdomen in stark relief with each push and pull.
She exploded and screamed, so lost she didn’t sense him until he blanketed her body, pounding harder and faster, until he seized and groaned, pouring his release.
Exhausted yet exhilarated, she stroked his arms, feeling him shake as he continued to jet into the condom. Such a big man with such a huge orgasm.
She shifted under him and sighed, feeling another jolt of pleasure as he remained thick and firm inside her.
“Cash, just…wow.”
“Yeah,” he said on a breath, leaning over her. His eyes appeared darker, the green barely discernable around the wide pupils. “You sucked all the life out of me, you little witch.” He moaned and leaned down to kiss her, the connection still tight.
She kissed him back, stunned and starting to realize just what she’d allowed to happen.
But too well pleasured, she couldn’t worry about it. Recriminations would come later, she was sure. For now, she’d bask in her incredible lover, wondering if he could go for round three.
Well, just as soon as she got the energy to move again.
“Right now, breathing is about all I’m good for,” he admitted, as if reading her mind.
“Um.”
“I’ll take that as an agreement.” He closed his eyes and blew out a breath. “Fuck, you’re tight. I don’t want to move, but I think I need to.”
It didn’t feel as if he’d lessened any, but when he withdrew, she could tell he’d started to soften. “Man, that’s a lot of come,” he said and left her to dispose of it in the bathroom.
She belatedly hoped her brother hadn’t come back because she thought she might have screamed.
Cash returned, rubbing his groin with a hand towel. “Sorry. Thought this would work best and be less obvious it was used.” He shocked her by rubbing the damp cloth between her legs, earning a hiss as the terrycloth rubbed against her clit. He frowned. “You hurt?”
“Sensitive.” She moaned because he moved the towel and kissed her there. “Stop that.”
“Why?” He stroked her with his tongue, tenderly, yet her body knew nothing but that it needed to rev up again.
“Don’t you ever stop?”
He pulled up and grinned. “You want me to?”
“I, ah…” She wasn’t stupid. “Since you’re down there anyway, you might as well finish.”
He chuckled against her folds then set about kissing her into a lather. She hadn’t realized her sex drive had been so empty that in just one night with Cash she’d light up so damn many times. But before she knew it, she crested on the edge of another climax.
She felt him lean up, knew he watched her, and couldn’t help sighing into an almost peaceful release.
Cash kissed her once more and stood, his cock thick, ready. “I’d better go before I forget I only brought one condom. I’m too tired to come again. I think.” He stared down at himself, as if puzzled. “You spice up that dinner with Viagra or something? Damn, girl. You have me hard again.”
She smiled and stretched, tingling from her head to her toes. “Well, if anyone had something magical, it was you. Maybe that extra protein I swallowed tonight was the secret.”
He swore. “Would you stop? I’m afraid it’s gonna fall off from overuse.” He took a step toward her and froze. “No. I get near you, I’ll want to fuck you again.” He glared at her. “The more I think about it, the more I want you. No.”
Seemed like he had to convince himself of that more than her. Knowing he was right, she got up and somehow managed to put her clothes back on while he watched her and did the same.
“Wait for me out there, would you?” she asked as she headed to the bathroom.
He nodded, his stare full of heat and not the distance she’d have expected.
After cleaning up, she joined him in the living room. Fortunately, Rafi hadn’t returned. She had time to recuperate. She found Cash pacing in her living room, looking so handsome and gruff she wanted to drag him back into the bedroom and cuddle for hours.
Cuddling. With Cash Griffith.
Yep, sex had surely made her deluded. “Okay, you have to go.”
He blinked. “Wait. You just had your way with me, and now you’re kicking me out? Damn, Jordan. That’s cold.”
She flushed but saw him grinning. “Stop. My brother will be back soon. I don’t want him to think we did anything.”
“You mean, you don’t want him to know you blew me, swallowed me, then had me return the favor? Or that I came so hard inside you I nearly blacked out into a coma?”
“Yeah, all that,” she said wryly. “I don’t need a recap, genius. I was there.”
“Yes, you were.” He grinned, his smile so bright and infectious she had to laugh with him. “Fine. I’m leaving.” Cash made no move toward the door. “But this, us, is
n’t the end.”
“No, it’s not.” Surprised she meant it, she added, “Because I’m not done with you.”
He cocked his head, looked as if he might argue, then nodded. “Fair enough. But at work, we keep it the way it’s been. I can’t handle you getting all possessive and jealous. Would bring morale down, you know.” His fat head seemed to get bigger with each word. And that smirk had to go.
She just watched him, crossing her arms over her chest. “You done?”
“I think so.” He shoved his hands in his pockets, outlining that monster between his legs. Did it ever go down?
“Sounds good to me. Oh, and don’t be all dog-in-the-manger when I go out with Hector this week. We’re doubling with Lafayette and Simon.”
Cash glowered. “You’re fucking Hector?”
“No, you moron. I had a standing date with my friend, Hector, before you and I did the horizontal grab. It was great. And you know I’m the best you’ve ever had, but don’t let it get to your head.”
He looked as if ready to go to war and moved into her personal space. “You are not fucking Hector.”
“I’m not…now.”
He leaned down, and she could see lighter green striations in his eyes. “Not. Ever.”
“Hmm. Now who’s acting all possessive and weird?”
He clenched his hands into big old fists, yet she had no urge to step back or fear he’d harm her. Hector, on the other hand, might not fare so well.
“Oh, relax, Conan.” Her brother hadn’t been far off the mark. “Hector and I are friends. I’m not someone who sleeps around.” She gave him a look.
“Hey, neither am I. It’s not my fault ladies like me.” At her raised brow, he added, “I’m with one woman at a time. And until I’m done with you, that means we’re it. No other people during this fuckfest.” Cash at his most romantic. “What are you smiling at?” he growled. “And why aren’t you agreeing with me about this?”
She found his aggression to cover his vulnerability oddly appealing. “Hey, I was fine calling it the beginning of a sexual thing between us. You said ‘fuckfest.’”
He eased back. “Well, around you I just want to fuck. You’re kind of addictive.” As if having said too much, he turned bright red and headed for the door. “Enjoy the chocolates, and I’ll see you tomorrow.”
