Deanna Lee

by Barenaked Jane (lit)

  I grimaced. “You saw that too?”

  “Yes. The Internet is surprisingly helpful these days.”

  “The Internet is the single biggest threat to privacy in this country.” I cleared my throat. “I just couldn’t be a cop anymore. Not the kind of cop I wanted to be when I’d first joined the force.”

  “I understand.” He touched my hair and sighed. “I think I might have a bit of a crush on you.”

  “Wow.” I rolled over to my back and pursed my lips. “I don’t think that’s ever been said to me.”

  “I don’t believe that.”

  I turned and looked at him. “Why not?”

  “You didn’t have a ton of little boys in junior high sending you notes telling you how pretty you were and to check yes if you liked them back?”

  “No. I was too much of a tomboy in school to get those kinds of notes. My father raised me and my brothers basically on his own, so I didn’t have much of a female influence until I went to college.” Thinking about my father hurt, so after a few seconds I pushed all of that back and smiled. “After college, I dedicated myself to my career.”

  “Why did you become a police officer?”

  “I liked order and justice. I wanted to contribute to society in a meaningful way, and I thought a badge was the way to do it.” And giving up that badge had been extraordinarily hard. Talking about my past was unsettling, but I felt compelled to answer his questions honestly.

  “You don’t like talking about this.”

  “Why do you say that?” I looked at him and saw the shrewd amusement in his eyes. “Okay, fine, I don’t.”

  He reached out for me and pulled me close with an easy strength that caused excitement and concern. In the back of my mind, I couldn’t help but remember the first time we’d touched—just hours before. His hands hard on my arms, pressing me into the floor. Those same hands that now trailed gently down my back as he shifted me completely on top of him.

  “I scared you last night.” Mathias pushed his fingers into my hair and met my gaze without hesitation. “I regret that a lot.”

  “You said you’d been watching the gallery for a week.”

  “I got there late last night, long after closing, and your car wasn’t in the parking lot.”

  I sat up and snuggled my ass against his groin. The rapidly hardening flesh I found there was not a disappointment. “You watched me all week.”

  “You’re the last to leave.” He slid his hands up my legs to my waist and then upward over my rib cage. “So, yes, I watched you all week. Your routine was just as important as the guard’s. A body in the building can trip the alarm, which would throw off the results of my endeavor.”

  I tried to think back if there had been days when I’d looked like crap but couldn’t remember. I normally have at least one day during the week when my hair won’t do what I say or I run my pantyhose before I even get in the building. It never failed.

  “Were you really going to take something from the gallery?”

  “I had permission from Mercy to remove a small painting from Level 1 in the north wing. I even brought a case for it so I’d be able to transport it safely.”

  “Very forward thinking of you.”

  “I’m a planner.” He sat up and pressed me against his chest. “I didn’t plan on you.”

  “Then or now?” I asked softly as his hands trailed down my back. The soft fleeting touch on skin that I never knew could be so sensitive made my breath catch briefly.

  “Either, both. To be truthful, I don’t think I could’ve planned enough for you.”

  I wrapped my arms around his neck as he pulled me closer and tried to remember that it was just sex. Emotionless sex. That’s all it could be. I didn’t have room for more. But that was becoming very hard to keep in my mind. Being wrapped up in his arms, all of his warmth seeping into my body, had me practically stupid.

  “You know, I don’t normally have sex with a man just because I find him attractive.”

  “I know.” His hands cupped my ass and he moved me until his cock could slide between my labia. “I’m a lucky man.”

  “Yes.” I let my head fall back as I moved against the silky skin of his cock. “I’m ready for more.”

  “I know you are.”

  My fingers tightened on his shoulders as he lowered his head and sucked my nipple into his mouth. It was odd how comfortable I was in his arms, with his mouth on me. I didn’t feel too skinny or boyish. I’ve never needed a man to feel like a woman, yet it was amazing to find a man who did make me feel female and soft. He rolled us with careful hands until I was flat on my back.

  I sucked in a breath when he lifted his mouth and sought out my neglected breast without pausing, and I curled my hand against the back of his head and moved my legs against his. His cock was trapped between our bodies, pressed against my thigh, reminding me of how empty I was. I spread my legs and pressed my feet against the mattress. “Fuck me.”

  “Don’t worry. I will.” His tongue darted out briefly and flicked my nipple as he lifted his head. “You’re mine until Monday morning.”

  I watched him slide downward through half-closed eyes. “Is that what I agreed to?”

  “Yes.”

  “I don’t get with possessive crap like that.”

  He laughed and dipped his tongue briefly into my belly button before moving down farther. Without any warning, he pushed his tongue into me again. I jerked against him briefly before forcing my body to still.

  He used his thumb to separate my labia to find my clit. I shuddered against the calloused flesh and nearly swallowed my tongue when he started to rub my clit in tiny little circles. The man was turning me into an idiot with just his thumb. I rocked against the intense and centered pleasure of it briefly and then stilled as he pressed his tongue once more against my entrance. My flesh gave way to his invasion immediately.

  My hands clamped onto my aching breasts as I moved to the tight rhythm he was creating with his tongue and thumb. I used my fingers to pinch my nipples until they hurt; the stimulation was overwhelming, but I was past caring. I felt it building, and I surrendered to orgasm as soon as it would let me.

  He licked upward until he met my throbbing clit and grazed it gently with his teeth before he raised up, slid both hands under my ass to lift me, and pushed his cock into me slowly to the hilt. I was weak with pleasure and the need for more.

  Mathias gently rested some of his weight on me and started to move inside me while I wrapped around him. It was so easy to give in to him and the hot, needy pleasure he created. What was it about this man?

  He pulled from me abruptly. “Fuck.”

  “Yeah, you were doing a great job.” I sat up and glared at him, disgruntled.

  Laughing, he ran his hand down the side of my face. “You’re a challenge, that’s for certain.”

  I watched him grab a condom from the nightstand. “Oh.”

  He rolled the condom on with ease, and I reached out to him. Pulling him down with me, I spread my legs to cradle him as he slid into me. It felt so right, so perfect, having him pushing inside me, becoming a part of me. The man was taking me over and I reveled in it.

  3

  Sitting on my closed toilet behind a locked door is not my style. I haven’t done that since I was in college. In fact, I think I might have done it only once even in college. Hiding after sex was not mature or worldly. I’m a modern woman with self-confidence, strength, and dignity. So I had no reason to hide, yet I was.

  I didn’t feel so damn modern and worldly. At least not as worldly as a woman who had just fucked a near stranger twice should feel. I’d actually forgotten to make sure there was a condom. I’d never, ever in my life gone that naked with a man. Birth control wasn’t an issue, but I hadn’t given the first thought to STDs. I hadn’t even bothered to ask him about his past.

  He could’ve lied, of course, but modern women asked those questions. Neither one of us had asked. We’d just jumped on each other like ani
mals in heat. Self-lecture aside, I didn’t feel guilty about the actual event. Still, there had been few times in my life when I’d made such a decision without a lot of thinking.

  My body still tingled with the pleasure of him. I stood up and glanced around my bathroom. It needed to be revamped, especially if I was going to take to spending a lot of time in it. I went to the vanity and picked up a brush. My hair, which I kept about about four inches all over my head, was standing on end. I tamed it the best I could, washed my hands, and braced myself for the naked man in my bed.

  The naked, hung like a horse, beautiful man who had turned my tidy little world upside down in a matter of hours. It was clear that I would have to send Mathias packing soon. I unlocked and opened the door. He was sprawled on the bed staring at the ceiling. After a few seconds, he turned his head and looked at me. Send him packing? Maybe on Monday morning.

  “Food?”

  “Shower. Food. More of you.”

  I laughed softly. “Sounds like you’ve got your afternoon agenda all planned out.”

  “I’m a planner.” He stood from the bed and glanced around at his abandoned clothes. “I’m going to have to go down to my car.”

  “So, condoms weren’t the only things you brought with you?” I went to my closet and pulled out a robe to put on.

  “No.” He grinned and pulled on his jeans. “Clothes and the rest of the box of condoms are in the car.”

  I looked toward the nightstand and saw only two condoms remaining. “Well then, you go get our supplies and I’ll figure out something for lunch.”

  He walked to me, his shirt dangling in his hand. “I’m wondering if you’ll let me back in.”

  “It’s not Monday.”

  He touched my face and leaned down to kiss me. I met his mouth way too eagerly and groaned against him as he pulled me in. Finally, he lifted his head and sighed. “Monday is going to suck a little.”

  Yes, it was. I walked him to the door and then went into my kitchen to consider my options. I shopped for one and had for years. I was in no way prepared to deal with a guest, mostly because I didn’t have guests. Not ever. I had a “dick on the side,” but I always went to him and never spent the night. Now I’ve got a freaking man in my apartment, and my modern-woman lifestyle didn’t mesh with cooking for a man. Damn it.

  A cursory check of my cabinets yielded nothing more than a slight concern over my daily vitamin intake. I really needed to start eating better. Living on fast food and bagels wasn’t a good lifestyle choice. Of course, I knew I was fixated on the food question so that I wouldn’t have to dwell too much on the sex question. It wasn’t like me to fuck a stranger, which was why I always kept a man on the side. That way I wouldn’t have to resort to a one-night stand when I needed sex.

  Yet there was a man on his way back to my apartment who had spent the better part of the morning inside me and I barely knew him. Most of what I knew I’d learned from his brother, Shamus, and those things weren’t all that intimate.

  Did I want intimate details? I was beginning to think perhaps I did, and that was not a cool thing in the least. It would be easier to get rid of the man if I didn’t involve myself in his life. Easier? The thought made me laugh. Already it was clear that there would be nothing easy about Mathias Montgomery, and maybe that was part of the attraction. He certainly was not the kind of man that I could pigeonhole and keep in a certain part of my life.

  I went back to the door when he knocked and let him in. “I don’t have anything to cook.” My frown quickly turned to a glare as I watched him laugh. “It’s not funny.”

  “Jane.”

  “What?”

  “That’s nothing to frown over.” He motioned toward the bedroom. “Let me shower and we can consider our ordering-in options.”

  “You don’t mind?”

  “Of course not.”

  I watched him disappear into the bedroom. After a few seconds, I followed along behind him, shrugging off my robe as I went. When I entered the bathroom, I found him already in the shower, and his stuff was sitting on my vanity next to my toothpaste. Since looking at his “boy” stuff mingling with my “girl” stuff made me kind of giddy, I joined him in the shower and tried to forget my stupid girlie thoughts.

  Mathias looked amazing wet. I moved my hands up and over his back before he turned and pulled me under the water. The level of intimacy startled me. In fact, I couldn’t remember ever allowing someone so close. He was in my shower, using my soap, and in my life. Where would this take me?

  I stretched underneath his hands and turned my head so that I could watch him. The scented oil I’d pulled from the bathroom had saturated the room with a soft lavender mixed with musk. I’d bought the oil during a weak moment in a salon a few weeks back when Mercy had talked me into spending a Saturday being tortured in the name of beauty.

  “Turn over.”

  I rolled onto my back and sighed. “I haven’t had a massage like this in years.”

  “You need to relax more often.” He leaned down and brushed a soft kiss across my lips before he grabbed the bottle and drizzled a thin line of oil down between my breasts to my belly button. “The first time I saw you on Monday afternoon you were leaving the gallery. Hands full, talking on your cell phone, and dragging along a briefcase on wheels. I had profiles on everyone at the gallery, so I knew who you were. I couldn’t, however, figure out why you were working yourself to death.”

  “I’m in a new position.”

  “One that you wouldn’t be in if you hadn’t already impressed the hell out of a lot of people.” He slid astride my hips, his erect cock brushing against my stomach as he did. “I see calculation in your eyes now. As if you’re planning something.”

  I laughed. The only thing that was really on my mind was an unusual urge to suck his cock. To be honest, sucking a man’s cock had never been high up on my list of things I love to do. “I’m totally relaxed.”

  “Hmmm, so you say.” He spread the oil over my breasts and then down my rib cage. “I have a feeling that you rarely allow your mind to relax.”

  He was making me stupid. I couldn’t imagine he thought I was even capable of having a coherent thought while he gently rubbed oil into my breasts. I jerked against his fingers as he rolled my nipples gently between his fingers.

  I reached out and wrapped one hand around his cock. My fingertips barely touched. Using my thumb, I rubbed across the head until he started to move against my hand.

  “Jane.”

  I met his gaze then and slowly released his cock. He looked feral. “You’ve been teasing me for nearly an hour. There is just so much a woman can be expected to take.”

  He released my nipples and reached for a condom. “Roll over.”

  I moved between his thighs, rubbing against him with every motion as I rolled over. Mathias ran his hands down my back and over my ass. He moved back briefly to free my legs, and I spread them wide as his cock brushed between my thighs. I arched briefly as the head of his cock slid up between my labia and over my clit. Unable to keep from jerking, I rocked against the contact and moaned in frustration when he pulled away.

  “Fuck me.”

  His fingers tightened on my hips and he pushed his cock against the entrance of my pussy and slid in hard. I cried out as slick, nearly painful pleasure washed over me. I curled my fists into the sheets underneath us and lowered my head as he started to thrust repeatedly.

  I gloried at the hard, repeated invasion of his flesh, the slap of his body against mine, and the elemental feelings that were being pushed to the surface. Losing sight of my civilized nature didn’t scare me; in fact, if anything, it was exciting. I turned my head, and my gaze snapped to the double mirrors that adorned my closet.

  The sun streaming across the bed highlighted the differences in us beautifully. His dark skin and my paleness startled and aroused me. It had never occurred to me how erotic it would be. Mathias turned his head and met my gaze in the mirror. If he was startled that I was wa
tching us fuck, he didn’t show it.

  He slid one hand under me and pressed against my clit as he slowed the stroke of his cock into me. The walls of my pussy clung to him and pulsed with a deep, nearly unbearable pleasure. Orgasm rushed over me and I collapsed against the bed. Abruptly, he pulled from me and turned me over.

  I pressed my feet against the mattress as he positioned himself to re-enter. I gasped a little at the sharp pleasure of being filled by him. Pulling him down and wrapping myself around him seemed the only thing to do. He buried his face against the side of my neck and pressed hard into me as he came.

  He shook against me and moaned softly. I loved the sound of him. The knowledge that he found pleasure in me made me feel like the most amazing woman ever created. I couldn’t remember ever getting so much satisfaction out of pleasing someone else. After a minute, he pulled from me and rolled onto his back.