by Kaye, Laura
Chuckling, he said, “You’re the one who put the idea in my head. You can hardly blame me.” On a sigh, he shook his head. “Okay, fine. Uh, if I’m anyone, it’s Deadpool. Maybe Star-Lord, but probably Deadpool.”
“Who’s Star-Lord? And what number movie is he?” She gave him a look.
He chuckled and waved a hand. “Don’t worry about it.”
“Okay, then, so why Deadpool? Excels in sarcasm and irreverence?” She grinned.
He smirked. “You got me. But also, Captain America’s too much of a hero and a Boy Scout for me to be him. Ironman’s way too fucking smart. Bruce, who turns into the Hulk, is prolly also too smart and is super emotionally sensitive, which...not my strong suit. Spiderman’s too young and pure of heart, so not me either.” He shrugged. “I mean, Thor’s a brooding god, so I might be able to pull that off, but otherwise I probably most identify with the soldier-turned-mercenary with the foul mouth who doesn’t consider himself any kind of hero.”
Dani blinked. They were just messing around, but unless she was reading into it too much, that answer revealed all kinds of things—less-than-generous things—about how Sean viewed himself. And she was kinda gobsmacked by it. “Sean—”
Both of their cell phones went off at the same time, hers ringing, his buzzing.
Sean paused the movie. “What the shit? Oh, it’s Jesse,” he said as he answered. “Yo, J.”
A glance at her cell revealed Tara was calling her. “What are you two up to?” Dani said by way of answering.
“Uh, what do you mean?” Tara said.
“I’m at Sean’s, who’s on the phone with your hot bomb squad cop as we speak.”
Sean made a face at her, one that read just a little jealous. Interesting. She arched a challenging brow at him.
Down the line, Tara chuckled. “Oh, ha. If I’d known that, we would’ve only called one of you. How’s Sean doing?”
Looking right at the man in question, Dani said, “He’s almost back to being his regular pain-in-the-ass self, so pretty good.”
He blew her a kiss, then said into his phone, “Uh, sure, I’m game for that.”
“I’m glad to hear it,” Tara said. “So, you’re hanging out, huh?”
She heard what Tara was insinuating loud and clear. “Yep. So what’s up?”
“Fine, I’ll ask again when you two aren’t together,” her friend said, her tone full of humor. “I wanted to see if you were coming to WFC on Saturday.”
Dani frowned. Didn’t she usually attend? “Uh, yeah. Why?”
“No reason, really. I have news I wanted to share with everyone at dinner, so I was hoping you’d be there.”
News that Jesse was calling Sean about, too, apparently. Dani’s thoughts whirled on the possibilities. “Ooh, spill now.”
Tara laughed. “No way. But I’m glad I’ll see you soon.”
“Okay, fine,” Dani said, smiling. “And me too.”
“Have fun with Sean.” There was so much innuendo in those words. Again.
“Good-bye, Tara,” Dani said in a sing-song tone. They hung up. “Well that was interesting.” She looked at Sean. “What did Jesse say?”
“Just that they had news to share and he hoped I might come out on Saturday, at least to dinner if not WFC.” He raked a hand through his short dark hair. “Tara?”
“Pretty much the same, except she said it was her news, not their news.”
“Maybe they found a house,” Sean said. “They’ve been looking.”
Dani nodded. “Could be. So are you gonna go to dinner?”
Sean shrugged. “Yeah. Why not?”
“I can pick you up if you want.”
“Nah, that’s out of your way. Just text me where and I’ll Uber. I kinda had a bigger favor to ask anyway.” His lips pressed into a tight line, like he was debating saying whatever he’d been about to say. “Shit, never mind.”
“What is it? I’ll help if I can. I’m not just here to eat all your popcorn.” Speaking of which, she grabbed herself another handful of caramel.
He chuckled. “My popcorn is your popcorn.”
“Okay, now I’m wondering just how broadly this principle applies,” she said, tone full of teasing.
“What d’ya mean?”
“You’ve said that same thing about ‘Deadpool’, your shower, and now your popcorn.”
His eyes narrowed and he tilted his head. “Oh.” He laughed and shrugged. Then he slanted her a look. “How broadly would you like it to apply, Daniela?”
Her heart tripped into a sprint. Because that look combined with that tone came across as way more than playful.
It was challenging. It was gritty. It was freaking hot.
And it sounded a helluva lot like an invitation.
Chapter Nine
Sean should’ve played it off. He knew he should’ve. But he hadn’t been able to resist pushing her, teasing her, challenging her. Because ever since she’d leaned over his body to try to nick his laptop and he’d laid his hands on her, he’d been strung tight. Not to mention, he was fucking enjoying spending time with her—her playfulness and laughter, how invested she was becoming in something he loved, the fact that he’d found yet more things they had in common.
And even though she was staring at him like she was thinking about fleeing, he still couldn’t back down. “What else of mine would you like to have?”
She swallowed hard and gave a single shake of her head. “Nothing.” It came out as a whisper.
He turned toward her. “You sure about that?”
Sean fully expected her to say “yes” and then they’d play it off and get back to ‘Ironman 2’. But what she said was, “You’re hurt.”
For a split second he was confused about how that followed from what he’d asked, and then realization hit him over the head like a fucking sledgehammer. She wanted something that she worried he was too injured to give.
Or do.
Holy shit. She wanted…him.
Sore chest be damned, he was hard in a fuckin’ instant.
Sean moved closer, his knee touching her thigh. “Not that hurt.” His heart played a bass beat. “What is it you want from me, D? Name it.”
She ducked her chin, her gaze going to her jeans-covered lap, where she was worrying at a silver wrap ring in the shape of two feathers that she always wore on the middle finger of her right hand. Dani took a deep breath and lifted her head to nail him with a stare. “Nothing. It’s not a good idea.”
“What’s not a good idea?” He leaned closer.
“Whatever is…happening between us.”
She felt it, too? “What’s happening?” He was dying to know how she’d describe it.
“This…pull.”
Heat lanced through his veins. “Fuck, Daniela. I feel it, too.”
She licked her lips, and a beautiful flush spread over her face. “Sean, I…”
When she didn’t finish her sentence, he laid it out plain. “Whatever it is you want, whatever it is you need, you can use me to have it.”
“Jesus,” she whispered.
“Or, tell me ‘no’ and I’ll drop it. We’ll watch ‘Ironman’ and eat popcorn and try to forget that this heat exists between us whether we want it to or not.”
“I just want to get out of my head, but I don’t want to use you to do it.” The words spilled out of Dani in a rush, opening up all sorts of questions in Sean’s mind. First among them was what was going on that made her need to get out of her own head? Because, fuck, he knew what that was like.
But if what she needed was a distraction, he could be that for her. “What if I want you to use me?”
Sean wasn’t sure if he moved first or she did, but in the next moment, they were all over each other. Mouths fused, his hands in her long hair, her hands gripping hard on his shoulders. His tongue swept into her mouth, and she tasted salty and sweet. Perfect. With one hand, he trailed his touch down her body—over her breast, down her ribs, until he finally grasped her ass and
pulled her closer.
“Fuck,” she whispered. “You’re hurt.”
He shook his head. “I’m okay.” Their kisses grew urgent, frantic, almost aggressive. She was moaning into his mouth, and the sound went right to his dick. He kissed her cheek, her neck, her ear. “What do you need from me?”
“I…I don’t know.” She tilted her head back, a surrender to the explorations of his mouth, and one of her hands gripped his ass.
“Want to know what I want then?” He tore at the Velcro straps around his chest, almost frantically trying to free himself from the ice machine’s padding.
Swallowing hard under his lips, she nodded.
“I wanna put my mouth on you, Dani.” He wanted her shattered by pleasure, and he wanted to be the one to do it. In case she regretted this later, at least she’d have that.
“Yes,” she rasped, helping him unstick a bit of Velcro he couldn’t reach.
Finally free, he pushed her back onto the big sofa. His gaze connected with hers, and he unbuttoned her jeans and slid those and her black panties off. Arching her back, she pulled off the dark green V-neck she’d worn, leaving her in an almost sheer lacy black bra.
For a moment, all he could do was stare at the picture she made sprawled out against the buttery black leather of his couch. Her beautiful curves, the warm tan of her skin, the neat triangle of black hair where her thighs met. Fucking gorgeous, every inch.
Sean went to his knees on the floor, his hands smoothing over her thighs, then gently pressing them open. He ran kisses up her inner thighs until his nose pressed against the soft skin between her legs. She gasped, and her hips raised.
He ran his fingers over her slit, finding her already wet. He strummed at her clit with his thumb, flicking at it with a firm pressure and a steady rhythm that made her moan. “Lick me,” she said.
He arched a brow at her. “I’ve waited nine months for this again. Don’t fuckin’ rush me.”
Her eyes widened and her gaze bored into him. He’d probably said more than he should’ve, but just then he didn’t care. “But I need more.”
He put his thumb in his mouth, her scent and the hint of her taste absolutely delicious, and then returned to teasing her with his now saliva-slicked touch.
“Fuck,” she said. “Please, Sean.”
It was the begging that did it.
He came at her like a starving man. Licking and mouthing her, alternating between teasing and tormenting her clit, and long, unhurried drags of his tongue through her folds to her opening. Her legs spread wider, allowing him to get himself good and settled there, which he fuckin’ did.
While he feasted on her, he ran his hands up her body. She was lean and petite, though she was so strong that he never thought of her as small. But feeling the slight curve of her belly and the narrow span of her ribs in his hands brought home how much bigger he was. His hands splayed over her lace-covered breasts and his thumbs teased and squeezed her nipples until she was trembling beneath him.
God, her pleasure made him feel fuckin’ powerful. He wanted more of it. He wanted all of it.
He latched his mouth around her clit, sucking and flicking his tongue over it as she thrust her hips upward, silently begging for more. A hand clutched at his shoulder, and then fingers tugged at his shirt.
“Off,” she whispered, peering down at him.
Reluctantly easing his mouth off of her, Sean frowned. “I’m not pretty like you are.”
“You’re fucking hot, and I want to see you.”
Well, when she put it like that. He tugged the tee over his head and threw it aside. And then his mouth and his hands were on her again, his thumbs gently parting her soft folds so he could devour her. Which was exactly what he did, sucking and flicking and licking until her hips were grinding against his mouth and she was holding his head down, her fingers scrabbling for purchase in his short hair.
He tried to commit the feeling of her being desperate for him to memory. Because it was the best he’d felt in a long-ass time.
A shudder ran through her whole body until she was holding her breath and pressing his head down so hard. She came on a high-pitched moan that made him feel fuckin’ victorious, her hips shaking, her thighs squeezing at his shoulders, her cum making her wetter.
He didn’t want this to be over. Not by a long shot. He wasn’t sure what they were or weren’t, but moments like this made him want to try to find out. Not that she would want that, or him, not for the long-term. And not that he had any experience being with someone for anything beyond sex.
You’d just end up hurting her anyway…
The thought was a sucker-punch of brutal reality.
So when her body settled, he lapped at her, memorizing every little gasping moan she unleashed and wanting everything she’d given him.
In case it was all he got.
* * *
More than a little blown away by the force of her orgasm, Dani peered down over her belly. Seeing Sean’s big body filling up the space between her thighs was stunningly sexy, especially when he glanced up at her while he licked at her over-sensitive flesh.
She couldn’t stop gasping and moaning every time his tongue stroked over her clit, but it felt too damn good to make him stop. “That was freaking amazing,” she said, wanting him to know. Not just by the actions of her body. She wanted to give him the words, too. Somehow, she felt like he needed them.
“I can do this all day.” His breath tickled against her skin.
She knew that from experience, remembering how relentless he could be in giving oral sex. It was definitely one of his best qualities. But she’d been honest when she said she wanted to get out of her head. Even now, her brain was trying to insert itself where she didn’t want it by dredging up why this wasn’t a good idea, analyzing why she’d given in to this now, not to mention other things she didn’t want to be thinking about. So just then, she wanted Sean to overwhelm her with everything he had.
“I know, but I’d really like to feel you inside me.”
“Jesus, your mouth,” he said, thunking his head against her hip.
“Problem?” She arched a brow.
He gave her a hungry look. “Hell, no. There’s nothing sexier than a woman who knows what she wants and asks for it.” Sean pushed to his knees, giving her a good view of just how hard he was under those jeans, and undid his button and zipper. He shoved them down over his hips, baring the thick, heavy length of his cock and those strong thighs. His denim hit the floor with a soft but satisfying thud.
Dani hadn’t been with another man since the two of them had hooked up last October. Now that she’d finally surrendered to the chemistry and desire that’d hummed between them ever since, she was suddenly ravenous for him. She got up so she could grab her purse—
Strong arms encircled her from behind. “Where d’ya think you’re going?”
Jesus, the feel of him. Tall. Muscled. His cock against her ass. She unleashed a shaky breath. “Was just getting a condom.” She hoped he wasn’t weirded out by her having one, but she didn’t expect anyone else to be responsible for taking care of her body, so she carried some.
“Mmm.” That was his only reaction, and it was a sound full of approval. So she retrieved the packet from the purse’s inside zipper compartment. Meanwhile, Sean’s mouth latched onto the side of her neck. Explored the sensitive hollow just below her ear. Nipped down the tendon to her shoulder. She shivered. And that was before he asked, “How do you want me?”
The question made her core squeeze. Inside was really the only answer that mattered to her. But she supposed she did want to see and feel all his power moving over her this time, something that hadn’t happened in the dark and confined space of his truck cab where they hadn’t even fully undressed. “I want you on top, pinning me down.”
He spun her around, his dark eyes blazing. And Jesus he was so much taller than her. Broader and bulkier, too. “Do you just want my weight on you or are you asking me to hold you down?”<
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Both. That was the answer that got stuck in her throat. But she couldn’t give voice to it because her brain was tripping over the fact that he’d taken the time to ask, to be clear, and to be careful with her. She pushed up onto tiptoes, bringing their lips whisper close. “Both,” she finally admitted, kissing him.
As he deepened the kiss, his arms came around her, pulling her in tight against all his hardness. Her resistance to the closeness came only from her worry that she’d hurt his chest, and then he lifted her off her feet and laid her out on the leather.
She gasped. “Sean, be careful.”
“I’m good, trust me. Don’t you worry.” He knelt between her knees, opened the packet, and rolled on the condom.
“I don’t want you to hurt yourself.” Second-guessing this whole thing, she said, “Maybe, I should be on top.”
“Nuh-uh.” He tilted his head and gave her a small smile. “Now stop thinking and take off your bra. I want access to all of you.”
The words lashed heat over her, and she was quick to comply. Who thought she’d find his maddening bossiness so hot in bed?
And then he was coming down on top of her, his fingers testing her readiness until his touch glided in her slickness. Finally, he guided himself inside of her.
Dani moaned at the onslaught of sensation. His thickness penetrating her, opening her, filling her. One of his arms hooked behind a knee and spread her wider. His solid weight pressed her into the supple leather, and his other hand grasped hers and held it down above her head.
It was utter freaking perfection.
“You’re so fuckin’ gorgeous, Daniela,” he said, looking her eye to eye as he bottomed out inside her.
His words and his actions were a full-body assault—setting her mind to spinning, her heart to tripping, and her muscles to bracing as she accepted his weight. Her back arched at the fullness, the pressure against her G-spot, the dragging friction as he pulled back out. His hips swung on a slow, grinding pace, his hip bones falling against her thighs in a way she hoped left marks. She threw her other arm above her head and whimpered at how erotic it was when he adjusted his grip to pin both of her wrists.
