“Listen, Mama. I’ve got to go. I’ll talk to you tomorrow.” It took another minute to get off the phone, but his mother was reassured and happy. That was all that mattered to him.
Missy was perched on his kitchen countertop, her expression was…sad. That was the only word he could come up with to describe it. Maybe wistful. Melancholy. “Everything okay?”
She nodded, but didn’t look any more convinced than he was. “You and your mom are close.”
It wasn’t a question but he answered her anyway. “Yeah, we are. It’s just her and me now. My dad split when I was little more than a baby. My brother died about ten years ago.”
“I’m sorry.”
He shrugged. “It is what it is.” He didn’t want to talk about it. “How about you?”
She shook her head. “No, I’m not close to my family at all.”
Now he was curious. He walked over and crowded her until she parted her legs to make room for him. He rested his hands on the countertop, effectively caging her in. “Any brothers or sisters?”
Her features tightened with anger. “Two brothers. Both older. But I haven’t seen them in years. One sister. We exchange Christmas cards and talk once or twice a year.”
“That’s too bad.”
“It is what it is.” She threw his words back at him. “We weren’t close when we were kids so it’s nothing new.”
And it was time to drop the subject, especially if he hoped to coax her into his bed, which he most certainly did. He leaned forward and nuzzled her neck. “You smell good, like summer.” And she did. Whatever soap or lotion or perfume she used permeated her skin. It was a subtle fragrance, not overpowering.
He left a trail of kisses as he worked his way up to her ear. The short hairstyle she wore left it exposed. She wore a tiny diamond stud in her lobe. Very sexy. He captured it between his teeth and tugged gently. She gasped and some of the tension fled her body.
Using his tongue, he traced the whorls of her ear. “You’re so damn sexy. I love those high heels you wear all the time.”
“Really?” He could hear the disbelief in her voice.
“Really. Why would you think otherwise? They make your legs look hot.”
She gave a muffled laugh. “Most men complain about them. They don’t like being shorter than me.”
“Most men are idiots.” He nibbled on her jawline.
She laughed again. Damn but he loved the sound, husky and deep. His dick liked it too. The damn thing was standing at attention, ready to rock and roll. “I agree.”
“But not me.” He captured her lips in a torrid kiss. Wet heat surrounded his tongue as he thrust it into her mouth. She sucked on it, making a hot little mewling sound in the back of her throat.
T.S. captured her hips in his hands and pulled her to the edge of the counter, grinding her pelvis against him. The height was wrong for what he wanted, so he lifted her.
Her legs automatically closed around him, her arms winding around his neck. Oh yeah, this was what he wanted. Chest to chest, his cock pressed against her mound. He shoved her up against the wall for support as he continued to plunder her incredible mouth. Their tongues twined and their teeth clinked several times as they tried to get even closer.
He had to have her. Now.
He tore his mouth from hers. “Missy.” He wanted to say so much more but could only get her name out before he had to kiss her again. They were both panting hard when he leaned back. This time he reached for her top. She helped him by raising her arms.
“Fuck me.” The words came out more as adulation than a curse. She wasn’t wearing a bra beneath her sweater. Sweat broke out on his forehead as he savored the sight of her firm breasts. Her skin was like dark chocolate, smooth and sweet. He bent his head and lapped at one puckered nipple.
Missy laughed. “No, fuck me.” Her laugh turned to a moan when he tugged on her nipple. She pulled on his shirt, careful not to jar his injured arm. “You need to take this off.”
Absolutely. He was totally on board with that suggestion. He teased her other nipple with his teeth and tongue, drawing another moan from her before he decided it was time for him to lose some of his clothing and more of hers.
Her feet hit the ground and she steadied herself. T.S. didn’t waste any time. He yanked off the hated green scrub top. The damn thing was going in the garbage. He never wanted to see it again.
Missy didn’t hesitate. She moved in quick, using her wicked mouth on him. Her hands caressed his torso while her tongue flicked at his flat nipples. It was his turn to moan. Damn, she turned him on so quick it was crazy.
He went to work on her jeans, flipping open the button and easing down the zipper. He eased his hands past the waistband and lower to cup her rounded butt. The panties she was wearing were little barrier against his touch. He couldn’t wait to get them off her.
First, he had to kiss her again. Taste her. He squeezed her ass as he delved into her mouth. Exploring. Claiming.
Her hands were everywhere—shoulders, biceps, stomach, back. She was careful of his wounded arm. He could have told her it didn’t matter. Sure the injury hurt but he didn’t care. Having her hands on him was more important. Besides, that’s what painkillers were for and he’d take one later if he needed to.
Everywhere she touched him his skin tightened, wanting more. Her nails dug into his back, the sting an erotic caress.
T.S. broke their kiss and went down on his knees in front of her. He yanked her jeans down her thighs. Missy helped him by lifting her feet one at a time, allowing him to strip away her pants and socks.
Her panties were white and they shone like a beacon against her dark skin. They were cut low in the front and high on the sides. The material was so thin he could see her dark pubic hair beneath it. In spite of the olive tone to his flesh, it looked pale against the darker, richer tones of her smooth skin. The image was very erotic and turned him on. He wanted to touch her everywhere.
He kissed her bellybutton, snaking out his tongue to delve into the little indentation. Her hands burrowed into this hair, holding him to her. He worked his way down, taking biting kisses, which he soothed with his tongue. Her hips moved, pushing forward.
He could smell her heat, her arousal and inhaled it deep into his lungs. His cock was harder than steel and pushing hard for release from his pants. He flicked open the button and zipper, giving himself some relief.
“Touch me.” Her words were little more than a breathy whisper.
“I plan to.” He worked his tongue over her pussy lips, touching her through the thin fabric of her panties. She sucked in a breath and then began to pant faster. He stroked the line at the top of her thighs where the leg band of her panties rested. One finger slipped beneath it.
She was hot and wet and he almost lost his mind when he touched her. Missy cried out his name, her hips arching. He shoved the panties down to her ankles, eager to remove every barrier between them. There was no hesitation as he delved into her heat.
He slid two fingers into her slick channel, stretching her.
“Yes,” she moaned. “More.”
T.S. captured her clit between his lips and sucked. He pumped his fingers in and out of her cunt, driving her up fast and hard.
Missy cried out. His scalp stung where she tugged on his hair.
“Come for me,” he demanded. He needed her to come so he could finally get inside her, bury his cock deep in her welcoming sheath.
He worked a third finger into her. A loud wail filled the air as her pussy gripped his fingers, rhythmically contracting around them as she came. He didn’t wait for her to finish spasming. He couldn’t.