But he wouldn’t be rushed. He took his time exploring her body. Her breasts, her ribs, her belly. He licked his way down her navel to her pussy, lingering over her folds and running his tongue between them.
With slow, drugging kisses, he pulled her clit into a stiff ache. She pulsed between his lips, feeling so incredibly aroused she could scream. Tugging at his shoulders and hair did nothing. And then she couldn’t think as he teased her with his hands. He slid a finger inside her, then added another. But he didn’t fuck her with them—he just held them there while he dipped his pinkie inside her, getting it nice and wet.
“Derrick, please.”
She felt his grin over her body, but he answered by sucking her harder.
She shifted, aching, and he shocked her by pushing his pinkie lower, sliding past her pussy down to her ass. His pinkie rested against her hole, and as he nibbled her clit, he rimmed her then pushed his pinkie inside her ass. Just the tip, but the foreign sensation made her jerk, on fire.
“God, Derrick. Fuck me. Fuck me so hard. Baby, I need you.” She was barely aware of what she was saying while he played with her, driving her to blinding lust.
His fingers, his mouth, that damned pinkie. So good, she was going to…
“Yes, yes. Derrick!” She came hard, clenching tight as her body spasmed with an orgasm that seemed never-ending.
And then his fingers disappeared as he shimmied over her body and plunged that thick cock inside her. He rammed into her, slamming harder and harder while she continued to climax, finally satisfied.
She could only feel as he shoved one final time and came inside her. All that hot seed, filling her up.
Boneless and unable to move, she lay there as he finished and pulled out. He rose on his knees, his gaze possessive as he stared down at her. “See what you did to me?”
He held himself and squeezed out another drop. The milky seed hit her belly, and he rubbed the small amount into her skin. “All in you and on you.” Derrick leaned over her and pressed a hard kiss against her mouth. “Just think, Syd. That was only round one.”
Chapter Five
Sydney smiled at Lena as they drove past Derrick’s house. She forced herself to ignore how many times she’d thought about calling Derrick during the week. Six days had passed since that explosive Saturday at her house. He’d stayed the entire day, leaving at two the next morning. They’d had sex in almost every way possible, except anal, because she still wasn’t sure about that. She should have been completely over Derrick Warren.
They were now friends. They’d had sex to get it out of their systems and agreed not to call each other or talk about it ever again. Or at least, she had. He’d just stared at her like a starving man and nodded more at her breasts than her face while she explained how they’d handle the day after. End of story. Except she couldn’t stop thinking about him. Of course, driving past his house didn’t help. But this property had all the requirements—on paper—that Brian Goode wanted.
She and Lena had decided to drive out together. Her good friend and partner was having some issues with her own significant other, so Sydney was trying to be a better friend than she’d been all week. Damn Derrick. The man would not leave her mind.
“So then Carl is all mopey because I’m not ready for kids. But come on. We haven’t even gotten married yet. Why should I agree to get knocked up before we say I do? What if something goes wrong and we don’t get married? Or worse, we get married, I get pregnant and leave my job, and then—”
“What do you mean leave your job?” At the frown Lena gave her, Sydney laughed at herself. “Not that that’s the only part I homed in on, but Lena, you love your work.”
“I know.” They departed Sydney’s car and walked up to the house. Instant curb appeal, and the house had a lot of square footage.
“Why do you have to quit work? I couldn’t care less about business. I love you, but if you have to leave, I support your decision. It just seems to me you should be able to do both if you want. Have a family and work.”
“I know,” Lena said again.
They entered the house and made notes as they inspected the place.
“I wish I could be more like you,” Lena was saying.
“Like me?” In lust with a man who went through women like tissues? “How so?”
“You’re so confident, Sydney. You’re beautiful, successful, you have friends, you have fun, and you crook your little finger and men come running.”
“Please. The men I date might be good-looking—yes, I’m vain like that. But most of them aren’t worth half of what Carl is. Besides, you’re no slouch yourself.”
Lena blew out a breath. “Then why am I so scared when he talks about kids? Maybe I’m rushing the marriage thing. I mean, I’m getting older, but I’m not thirty yet.”
“Thanks a lot.” Sydney made a note about a large office on the first floor. The place had already been wired for computer equipment. Nice.
“Oh. Well, you know what I mean.”
“Lena, there’s no age requirement for marriage. I mean, yeah, it’s better to have kids when you’re younger for health reasons, but you have to be ready for them.” An odd image of Derrick holding a baby popped into her mind and she hurriedly suppressed it.
“I know. It’s just, Carl keeps pushing me.”
“So stand up for yourself. It’s okay to have cold feet. And if you don’t want kids, tell him. Whatever you do, don’t let yourself get pushed into anything.”
Lena sighed. “See? I wish I was more like you. It’s just, I love Carl so much. I don’t want him to be hurt or disappointed.”
How many times had she heard her mother whine about that while growing up? Isabel Fields had to go to Tahoe to make Uncle Bill happy. She left Sydney with a neighbor on her eighth birthday because Uncle Teddy wanted Isabel in Italy for a modeling engagement. Or the time she’d skipped out on Sydney’s high school graduation because Uncle Freddy had tickets to a Vegas show.
Bleh. Men were distractions who got in the way of the really important things in life. Like friends and family. One thing she could say about the Warrens, they were at least loyal to each other. Not every mother acted like Isabel Fields.
She let Lena worry out loud while they scouted out the rest of the house. The yard, the pool and everything else checked out.
“So you think I should just tell him how I feel?” Lena asked her for the twentieth time as they finished with the house and stood by the car.
“Yes. Damn girl, just tell him—” She lost her train of thought as Derrick stepped out of a dark green SUV by the curb.
“Tell him…?” Lena looked over her shoulder, following Sydney’s gaze, and said in a low voice, “Oh, wow. See? What was I telling you before? You get all the hunks.”
Sydney closed her mouth, embarrassed to be caught staring. She drummed up a smile as Derrick joined them. “Lena, this is Derrick Warren. Derrick lives a few houses down from this one.”
Derrick gave Lena a polite smile. “Nice to meet you.” To Sydney’s unexpected relief, he didn’t linger on Lena’s curves but gave Sydney his attention. “Sydney, you haven’t returned my calls.”
She blinked. “Calls?” The man hadn’t said one thing after their encounter—encounters—last weekend, as agreed. Though she’d been annoyed he’d found it so easy to obey her stupid rule.
“I left a few messages on your answering machine.” The hard look in his eyes turned her knees to rubber. Good Lord, he looked like he wanted to spank her. And she wanted to let him.
She cleared her throat and ignored Lena’s fascination. “Oh, uh, I thought I’d turned that off ages ago. Most people use my cell phone.”