His breath sped too as she pressed back against his body. She reached up and back, encircling his neck the best she could at her angle.
“Ride my fingers.”
She made a sound, a plaintive growl. She wanted to come, his sweet Penelope Jean. Hated to wait. And it had seemed from pretty much the start that he’d been unable to resist her in the end. If she wanted it, he made sure it happened.
“It makes me crazy when you get so desperate and bratty for it that you tantrum just a little.” He spoke, his lips against her skin.
She let go of his neck, slapping her palms on the door in front of where she stood.
She arched, pressing her nipple into his grasp, rolling her hips as she ground herself against his hand and came in a hot rush against his palm and fingers.
He spun her slowly to face him. “Feeling a little better?”
“Mmm.” She smiled, eyes glassy.
He traced his fingertips, glossy with her, over her lips and groaned when she licked a trail behind his touch.
She grabbed his belt and in three movements his pants were open and his cock in her hands. He nearly blacked out when she went to her knees and took him into her mouth all the way, getting him nice and wet as she did.
He wanted to be gentle with her after that creep had manhandled her, but she had other plans. Inciting him on purpose, taking him as far back into her throat as she could.
There was something so scorching hot about it when she played with him like that. When she knew what he liked and made it so he could have it. She knew him in ways he had no idea it would be so special to be known.
The fist she had at the root of his cock slid up and down ever so slightly, but enough that he couldn’t stop himself from thrusting, fucking her mouth in earnest.
He grabbed two handfuls of her hair and yanked her forward onto his cock, over and over. She moaned and made needy sounds as she sucked him.
“So fucking pretty. Your mouth on me all pink and glossy. Pretty and so, so dirty.”
He brushed his fingertips over her cheek, aching at what he wanted. Turning away from it, not thinking she was ready.
Then she looked up at him as she swallowed him all the way down.
Challenge.
She needed it.
Wanted it.
As much as he did.
He pulled free of that luscious mouth, pumped his fist around himself twice more, and blew all over her mouth and down her neck and shirt.
A groan wrenched from his gut as he came, with each pulse as he watched his semen hit her skin, as her eyes widened but not with fear or disgust. No, PJ loved it. Loved that he’d done it, if for no other reason than that he loved it too.
He whipped his shirt off and helped her clean up the worst of it.
“Come on. There’s a shower with our names on it. Then we should watch movies like we planned. I’ll be up for another round shortly.” He waggled his brows. Maybe he’d pull out the new toys, especially the cane. Maybe he’d save it for another time. They had plenty of it.
She tossed her sticky shirt in the laundry basket, along with her bra. He just followed behind her, watching her move through his house and feeling very satisfied with his life indeed.
Chapter Nineteen
Asa’s jeans were still open, so the V of tawny skin and that tantalizing trail of hair made her a little dizzy. That was why he’d gotten so close in the first place. He gave her such a smoldering look it made her wobbly. Despite the fact that they’d just had sex minutes before.
“We should go back to bed. You look stressed. Let me help you with that.” His voice had gone low and coaxing. Teasing, laid-back Asa was one of her favorite flavors and as a result, even harder to resist.
“Stay back.” PJ held out a hand to ward Asa off as he started to close the last three feet between them with that look on his face.
He pouted but then grinned as he ignored her and continued to stalk her way. “You can’t honestly say that. Beautiful, you’re so sexy right now. How can I be expected to get anything done the rest of the day if I can’t have you before I go back to work?”
She burst out laughing. “Fuck off. I’m just putting my underpants back on because I let you get away with that the first time when you talked me over here for a lunchtime quickie! Was I so forgettable?”
“This is totally your fault, PJ.” He gave her a very serious face and inched forward. She shook her head. “You’re irresistible. I can’t not want you. Even when I’ve just had you.”
He was like a sex cobra. Swaying and dazzling her with his looks and all the stuff he said as he got closer and closer until he made a grab for her.
Yelping and then laughing, she hightailed it out of his bedroom and into the entryway, where she’d left her bag and shoes.
“I have things to do. I work with really demanding customers.” PJ gave him a pointed look.
Which he ignored as he followed her out. “My hands still smell like you.”
She shivered, loving it when he said stuff like that. “Good. I should rub all over you to scent you to mark my territory.” It was a joke, but she meant it. She’d started to think of him in terms of mine. Since that day three weeks ago when they’d been out at sushi they’d drawn closer, and it had been so intense and wonderful and fantastic. She’d never been happier in the whole of her life.
She stopped in the entry and he was right there, his hands on her. Her resolve to go to work wobbled.
“You can rub on me any time you like.”
“I plan to always take you up on that. Call me later.”
He backed her against the front door and kissed her until she was goo all over again. He kissed her so long that she’d forgotten she was in the process of leaving until she opened her eyes to find him, gaze roving over her features.
He made her feel so fucking beautiful.
“Every time you touch me you do this.” She looked up at him, reaching to brush his hair away from his eye. Unless he was working, he wore it down a lot more often around her because she’d mentioned how sexy she found it. And that was sweet and holy shit she was so fucking gone over this man.
“I always do what to you? Sex you up? It’s because you’re too delicious. I can’t resist,” he said.
“You make me forget everything else.” She petted his beard because she could. He was hers.
He smiled, that softness he showed so few people, that tenderness he showed only her.
“I like it when you pay attention to me. What can I say?”
“That’s good right there. You saying something, I mean.” She kissed him and then managed to get out to the porch unmolested. “Bye. Don’t forget to eat. I know you, you’ll be at Twisted Steel until nine tonight and you’ll get caught up and won’t remember food until you have a headache.”
His expression softened. “Okay.”
“Not just ice cream and energy drinks either.”
“Too far.”
She laughed and he went out to the porch, watching her until she’d pulled away from his house and was heading down the street before he went back inside.
She had a job up north, so she called ahead to arrange lunch with Shawn. On the drive it hit her: the years she’d spent making this drive, the energy she’d put into building a place for herself at Colman – it was never going to happen.
It didn’t matter how much she bled for her father, it wouldn’t be enough. And maybe a life where she didn’t worry every moment what her father might think, but instead thought about what she wanted, was better.
Fifteen minutes later Shawn and PJ sat at a rickety table in a hole-in-the-wall Mexican food place facing an overgrown parking lot in a strip mall many people had long forgotten.
But the tortillas were freshly made, the tamales were to die for, and for six bucks it was the best lunch within an hour of Colman’s building.