He laid his hands on the table beside her hips, his thumbs grazing her skin through her jeans. Leaning in, his gaze met hers. “You want me.”
She couldn’t deny it, not when her nerves jangled with how much she needed to touch him. She folded her arms as she tried not to reach out and stroke her fingers down the hard planes of his chest. “I told you… I can’t do this.”
“You also said I was the kind of guy you could fall for.” His lips brushed her ear, his voice taking on the low rumble that made her insides melt. “I’m the kind of guy who’d always catch you.”
“Don’t say things like that.” Her hands fisted in his shirt, her heart stumbling. It wasn’t true. It didn’t matter how much she liked him or how good he was in bed, she knew how this would end if she gave too much of herself.
“I’m just telling the truth, sugar.”
And then he slid one hand into her hair and kissed her. Every thought in her mind deserted her. He sucked her lower lip into his mouth, scraping her lightly with his teeth. She moaned, used her grip on his shirt to pull him closer, and wrapped her legs around his hips. Grunting, he settled against her and used his other hand to cup her ass. His hard cock rubbed her just right, grinding against her hard little clit.
Letting her head fall back, she arched into him as pleasure burned through her. He took advantage—sucking and biting a light trail of kisses down her neck. Her pussy clenched, so hot and wet she couldn’t stand it. She throbbed, her nipples so hard they ached. “Price, please. I want you.”
He groaned, a great shudder rippling through him. Slipping his hands to her waist, he popped the button on her pants and unfastened the zipper with a slow rasp that echoed in the wide room. “Lift your hips.”
“Tell me you have a condom.” She leaned back on her hands, leveraging herself up so he could pull her jeans and panties down in one swift movement.
He jerked open his slacks, magically produced a little foil package from God knew where, and had himself sheathed in record time. Which was a good thing because she didn’t think she could wait. Then his mouth was on hers again, her legs were around his waist, and he was easing that long, hard cock into her slick sex. The stretch was divine, and when he began moving inside her, it was with the swift, almost punishing rhythm that she hadn’t known she needed.
She threw her head back, gasping.
“You’re so wet, sugar. Wet and tight. I love the feel of your pussy around me.” Sweat slid down his temples as his gaze caught hers. With her sitting on the table, he hit her G-spot with every single thrust. She couldn’t stop a whimpering moan at his words, his movements. Everything he did made her want more.
He dipped his head and sucked her nipple into his mouth through her shirt and bra. He bit down hard enough to make her choke, to make her sex spasm. She gasped, “I love the way you touch me.”
Worrying her nipple between his teeth, he chuckled when she squealed. He released her captured breast and cupped her ass in his hands, pulling her tighter to him. She had no idea how he managed it, but one fingertip teased the tight bud of her anus. She clung to his shoulders, pushing back to take him deeper into her ass. He chuckled, watching her react. “And I love touching you.”
Tingles skipped down her arms and legs, waves of heat following in their wake. He barely nudged his finger in her backside as he continued to thrust his cock into her pussy and the dual sensation was enough to make her sob. The table squeaked and shuddered under their weight as they moved together, their skin slapping, their harsh breath mingling. He filled her again and again, relentless as he shoved her toward the edge of orgasm. And she was right there with him, wringing him with her thighs, clenching her pussy around his cock until he groaned her name.
He ground himself against her clit, plunged his finger into her ass, and made her scream for him. Her sex convulsed, fisting on his dick as she came hard enough to make bursts of light explode behind her eyes. “Oh God, Price.”
“This is so fucking amazing, Aubrey,” he gasped. She watched his eyes lose focus, his jaw locking as he lost himself in orgasm, pumping his long finger and cock inside her until he was spent and she was moaning helplessly with every minute movement he made within her channels.
They stayed there for a long time, their breathing gradually slowing, and their heart rates returning to normal. Only then did Price pull out of her. She shivered, sliding from the table to retrieve her jeans and redress. She could hear Price cleaning himself up and righting his clothing, but she didn’t dare look at him. The man was a serious hazard to her mental health. She’d decided not to touch him again or see him again, and here she was doing him in her coffee shop not twelve hours later.
She jerked upright when his hand closed around her arm. He handed her purse to her and drew her toward the door.
“W—what are you doing?”
“Taking you to dinner.”
“Isn’t that a little backwards?”
“So?” He moved his hand down to hers, cradling it in his big palm. It felt nice, secure. Dangerous, she warned herself. She tried to tug her hand free, but he wasn’t having it. Instead, he twined his fingers with hers and squeezed hard enough to make sure she couldn’t escape. Then he pulled her out the door and waited for her to use her free hand to lock up. “There’s a nice diner across the square. Let’s go there.”
Jericho gave them a wide smile when they passed by and—for once—had the decency not to make some crazy predictions. He kept his mouth shut and nodded to them as they passed. Price glanced at her. “Friend of yours?”
“Not exactly.” Her eyebrows lifted. “Why? Are the police going to escort him out of town?”
His big shoulder rolled in a shrug. “Not unless he starts bothering people.”
“He hasn’t bothered me.” Okay, so it wasn’t true. Jericho’s predictions bothered her, but before he’d started making them, they’d had no problems at all. As far as she could tell, he was just a nice old guy down on his luck.
Price nodded. “So long as he doesn’t harass anyone, we’re fine.”
Tugging at her hand again, she frowned when his fingers tightened. His thumb stroked over her flesh and goose bumps broke over her arms. When had she ever had a reaction this strong to anyone? Never. She was in so much trouble. How could she go on a date with someone she’d just had a one-night stand and a prep table quickie with?
She had no clue, but Price had her hand and he wasn’t letting go, so it looked like she was about to get a crash course.
He ushered her up the steps to the little mom and pop diner next door to Celia’s hair salon and snagged a booth near the back. “The town gossip says you’re not from here either. Why did you come?”
“Burn out, like you. I’d had enough of the rat race after my divorce that I wanted a major change. We had all the same friends and business contacts, so I wanted out of it all.” She shrugged, not bothering to look at the menu since she’d been here a million times with Celia. “I took a vacation to the coast, ended up in Mrs. Chamber’s B&B… and never left.”
He nodded. “I came up to visit my brother and wanted to stick around.”
Mason was recruited from L.A. two years ago by some friend of a friend in the fire department. Aubrey didn’t know the specifics, but she knew he was well liked by everyone. So far, everyone seemed just as impressed with Price. Interesting family. She grinned. “Your brother has a serious thing for my best friend, Celia. He goes to her salon every week to flirt with her and ask her out.”
Flipping his menu closed, Price chuckled. “Mason isn’t a subtle man.”