Feeling herself clench and dampen, Shelly smiled before she laid her lips against his.
His head was about to explode.
Both of them.
The woman was molten lava, and she was melting him with every touch. Her hot little hands were busy burrowing in under his shirt, and her glossy lips were now parting beneath his. He groaned, and without any finesse or preliminaries, he thrust his tongue deep into her mouth. She moaned, gripping his shirt, as he yanked her up against his cock.
Goddamn, she is sweet. Sweet, hot, and wickedly sexy.
Just when he thought he was about to combust, she lifted her hands from under his shirt and wrapped them around his neck, tugging on the hair brushing his collar, ramping up the temperature all over again.
He ran one hand over the curve of her sweet ass, then all the way up her spine, and when he reached the back of her neck, he gripped it, pulling her away from him.
Panting, she stopped as she looked at him.
Amazing, he thought as he tried to catch his own breath. She is absolutely fucking amazing. Her eyes were wide and dilated, her cheeks were rosy and flushed, and her wet mouth was parted as she squirmed against him.
“I believe we’re supposed to do something very specific to seal this deal,” he pointed out, squeezing her hip and neck gently.
He watched her swallow and then nod as she reached between them to unbutton his jeans. Looking around the parking lot, he was starting to get a little nervous. She’s going to do this here—for real? He’d just been teasing her, but as he felt her pull his zipper down, he knew she was going for it.
Taking his hand from the back of her neck, he turned them so his back was to the club, and she was shielded from any eyes. It also gave her the opportunity to see if anyone was coming.
Well, anyone other than us.
“Well then, now that you have me here and your hands are down my pants, what are you going to do with me?”
She brought her sex-clouded eyes to his as she reached down to grab the hand he had on her hip, bringing it to her bare thigh.
“I’m going to keep my hands down your pants, and you need to get this hand up my skirt.”
Feeling a grin tug at the corners of his mouth, Josh asked, “Is that right?”
Nodding, she bit her lip. “That’s right.”
Running his fingers up her naked skin, he smoothed them around her hot thigh, moving to the inside. Sliding his fingers up and in between, she started to pant and squirm as her busy hands slid deeper into his jeans. Now inside his boxers, she wrapped her fingers around his aching cock.
He took a breath and asked, “And when all is in hand?”
She smiled in a way that made him think she’d just devoured him.
“Then we come all over each other.”
Holy shit. Did I really just say that?What is wrong with me?
She’d always been a sexually confident person, but she’d never ever behaved this way before. It had to be him.
She watched a wolfish grin appear on his mouth, and then she shuddered when she finally felt his fingers trace her soaked panties.
“Fuck, you’re wet.”
“Hmm,” she moaned, gripping and stroking his hot hard flesh between her hands. “And you’re so deliciously hard.”
He didn’t waste much time after that, and she figured if he felt anything like her, they were pretty damn close to erupting like a volcano.
Finding the edge of her lace panties, he pulled it aside, sneaking his fingers in to slide through her folds. She couldn’t help the loud moan that tore out of her as she gripped his cock, stroking it up and down once, then twice, and again, keeping time with his fingers that were teasing and gliding between her thighs.
She couldn’t believe she was standing in a parking lot, mutually getting off some guy that she’d sworn she wouldn’t touch. But as his finger finally pushed into her, she panted and clenched her thighs around his hand, rocking onto him, thinking that all her good intentions could take a flying leap.
She heard him let out his own groan as his fingers pushed in deeper, and she dragged her hand up and down his throbbing flesh. She noticed he watched her face as he dragged his fingers in and out. While she continued to stroke him, they rocked their pelvises against one another’s hands.
Then, in a voice so deep and low she almost didn’t hear, he said, “For fuck’s sake, Monroe, come on me.”
That did it. She felt her climax slam into her as she squeezed her thighs around his hand, screaming as she came all over his fingers. She gripped his cock tight and milked him as he groaned. She felt his hips piston in her palm—once, twice—and then he buried his face in her neck as he came all over her hand.
Hmm, so damn messy and unrefined.
Oh, yes, Josh Daniels would deliver, and she couldn’t wait.
Josh was breathing hard as he stood on shaky legs with a hand burrowed beneath her skirt and his mouth pressed against that pretty neck. When he finally caught his breath and moved back an inch to look down at her, he was satisfied to see her eyes were glassy, and her lips were swollen.
Mission accomplished.
Other than those two differences though, she was still completely put together for someone who’d just screamed out an ear-shattering climax into the night.
Her hair looked perfect, and her dress was not even an inch out of place, except for the middle of the skirt that was riding high over his wrist. Slowly, he dragged his hand out from under her dress as she removed her hands from his jeans. He turned and reached into the truck, pulling out an old rag he had back there.
Handy.
After they wiped their hands, he buttoned up while she tugged down her skirt.
Then, as calmly as possible, she asked, “Can I have my purse?”
Raising a brow at her, Josh turned and reached into the back of his truck again. When he found it, he pulled it out and handed it to her.
She was about to walk away. He could feel it.
Sex. No involvement. That’s the deal. I’d do good to remember that.
As she stepped around him, she stopped by his shoulder just as she had in the bar. Still facing the back of the parking lot, he turned to look down at the perfectly put-together doctor.
“So? Do we have a deal?”
He grinned before nodding. “Signed and sealed, I believe.”
She gave him one last look as she blew out a breath. “Oh, yes, it was, Daniels. Yes, it was.”
With that, he watched Man-Eater Monroe walk away with a piece of him between her teeth.
Chapter Six
On Saturday morning, Josh was flat on his back in his office. It wasn’t really his office. He’d converted the small space into a homemade gym that had a treadmill and bench press. Currently, he was on his back, lifting weights. He had to admit that last night he’d slept like a baby. It probably had something to do with the spectacular orgasm he’d had in the parking lot. He was still mulling over the rest of the night though, trying to decide how he felt about it.
After Shelly had left him in the lot, he’d taken a moment to pull himself together before making his way back inside, passing the gigantic bouncer who’d looked down at him with a huge smirk. Josh knew the asshole had probably heard Shelly’s scream as she’d shattered all over his hand, and for some reason, that had completely pissed him off.
Shaking off the memory, he went back to thinking about what had happened once he got back into the club.