She gave herself then, like the gift she was, and he couldn’t do anything but come. And as he did, she shifted her skirt over his pants to protect his suit.
He cursed and then said her name as another wave of pleasure rocketed through him.
After what felt like twenty minutes he blew out one long breath and tipped his head back against the seat for a few moments.
When he could form words again, he sat straighter and tucked himself in. “I’ve never thought much of hand jobs one way or the other, to be honest with you. But that was one of the hottest fucking things I’ve experienced. You kill me in all the best ways.” He kissed her hard and then looked down at where she’d folded her dress back. “Sorry about that.”
She grinned up at him. “I’ll throw it in the washing machine once we get inside. It’s not the first time you’ve come on my clothes. At least this time I don’t have to wash my hair.”
Joy shot through him as he burst out laughing, hugging her to his side. “True, and I didn’t even smear your lipstick.”
“There’s always next time.”
“This is why you wanted me to park in the garage.”
She shrugged. “It’s all right. It was hotter out here. Though you have to unlock the door so I can go get this dress off.”
“Yes. Do that. I’ll bring in your stuff and meet you in the bedroom. I think you promised I could come inside you next.”
He kissed her and went to go deal with the front door.
She headed inside, pausing to kiss him on the way past. The house felt like home to her as she headed to his laundry room and realized she couldn’t unhook or unzip her dress.
She called his name when she heard him turn on his alarm.
“What is it?” He came in.
“I can’t undo the back of my dress.”
He was really good at getting her out of her clothes, so it wasn’t long before she slipped free and tossed it in the washer.
“Mmm. I like that slip thing.”
Suddenly it hit her. The utter fuckery of that night. The way he’d been at her side the whole time. The way it had felt with him out in his car. Dirty and taboo and yet it was Asa and PJ just the same. Hard, soft, romantic, in trouble, or in good times, it would always be PJ and Asa.
And here she stood in a laundry room in his house and he looked at her like she was magnificent when all she wore was a pretty but basic chemise.
What a thing it was to have this man see her as desirable. It made her weak in the knees.
She slid the straps from her shoulders and let it hit the ground, stepping free of the silk. She shimmied from her bra, letting it drop and smiling at the way his gaze followed it and then jerked back up to her breasts. She left the panties and heels on as she turned around, braced her hands on the dryer, and looked back over her shoulder at him.
“We’ve been tested twice now. I want to feel that piercing without a condom.”
He groaned. “Goddamn. Look at you. My filthiest girl-next-door fantasy come to life, complete with a badass sense of humor and a lot of talent.”
He’d already gotten rid of the jacket, shirt, tie, and shoes, but she was glad to be paying attention when he pulled his pants and boxers down and his cock sprang free. So hard it tapped his belly.
“I have excellent recovery time when my hot blonde thrusts her ass out at me and tells me to fuck her.” He shoved her panties to the side and she closed her eyes a moment at the urgency in his touch.
He pushed in agonizingly slow. She squirmed and tried to move, but he held her in place with his forearm at the center of her back.
“Don’t rush me. You feel so good I plan to enjoy every single second. You’re so hot and wet. Fucking you this way tugs on my piercing.” He shuddered and she swallowed hard.
He wasn’t lying. Having him in her naked that way felt a million times better, and it had already been amazing.
Once he finally got all the way in he reached around her body, cupping her breasts as he pulled out slowly, only to reverse course just as he was nearly all the way out.
She’d expected hard and fast, the way he’d yanked her underpants aside. But instead he devastated her with hard and slow. He kept one hand on her nipple, playing with the bar, and the other slid down between her legs, where he made slow taps against her clit with the pad of his middle finger until she unraveled in the most delicious way.
He continued to fuck her at his own pace, touching her, kissing her wherever he could reach. Loving her and making everything all right again.
He came after making her come once more and grabbed some clean towels from the basket. “You don’t have to wash your hair this time either, but no condoms is messier. Plus I want to rub soap on your tits.”
She hugged him after he’d taken his pants off and they headed into the shower and then snuggled down into his bed.
“I’m sorry about your dad.”
She sighed, snuggling closer. “No more tonight.”
“All right. You’ve earned it. I love you.”
“Love you too.” She closed her eyes and only let herself think about the design she planned to do on a motorcycle that next day.
Chapter Twenty-seven
PJ took a deep breath as they walked up the front steps.
Asa put his arm around her. “Gonna be just fine. No matter what, I’m here.”
She knocked and it was Shawn who opened up. He smiled at his sister, pulling her into a hug. “Come on in.”
He shook Asa’s hand and they walked through what Asa had imagined would be a cold, sterile mansion but was really a lovely but comfortable house. Clearly Lenore kept it up to entertain in frequently. Her touch was evident everywhere.
He definitely hadn’t expected a fully set table on a wooden back deck with lit candles in hanging multicolored glass containers.
“Wow.”
“I wasn’t exaggerating when I said everyone accepts an invite to dinner at Lenore’s.”
He was impressed but also wondered why Lenore put more energy into candles and flowers and table settings than reining in her jerk of a husband.
“This is beautiful, Mrs. Colman.”
She smiled at Asa, but hugged PJ first. “Thank you. I’m glad you’re both here. Julie just ran to the store to get some Parmesan. I can’t believe I forgot. Would either of you like a drink? We’ve got red and white wine, beer, soda, juice, those fizzy waters Jay likes so much…”
“I’ll get us both a beer.” PJ headed to one of the ice-filled buckets on a nearby table in the large open kitchen overlooking the deck and manicured back yard.
Jay came to join them, greeting PJ and Asa as he poured himself a glass of wine.
Lenore looked the deck over from her place near the stove. “It’s chilly tonight, but I have the heaters out so that should keep everyone comfortable.” Her mother moved around, adjusting, stirring, pouring. Occasionally she’d give an order for a child to do something, but mainly she knew what she wanted to do and everyone kept out of her way.
Julie returned with the cheese, which she then curled over the top of salads before taking them to the table.
But what Asa really wanted to know was where the hell Howard was. They’d been there about half an hour already and he hadn’t shown himself.
Finally, he came out from what appeared to be a home office.
Lenore looked up, smiling. “Oh, there you are. I was beginning to think I was going to have to send an expedition into your office to find you. Dinner is ready.”
The look on PJ’s face broke Asa’s heart. She wanted her dad to be proud of her. To see her as different, and wonderful for it.
Howard looked at Asa and for a moment, he attempted to pull some posturing, dick measuring bullshit. But the lion didn’t give any thought to the concerns of the sheep, as his sister liked to say. Asa was an alpha dog, and soon enough Howard turned away.
“Penelope.”