“I came over to finish what we started last night,” she said as he closed the door.
Sean swore under his breath, easily picturing Derrick covering Von, her hands griping his sweaty back as his hips pumped relentlessly between her own. No wonder she hadn’t responded to his email last night.
He laced up his other boot, shoved his stuff in his duffle and grabbed the handles of his gear, preparing to leave before Derrick could tell him to get out. Hooch and Von obviously had some unfinished business, the kind involving naked, sweat-slicked bodies. Suddenly Sean was aware of just how long it had been since he’d been with a woman.
She cleared the entryway and stopped in the open space between the living and dining areas with her head down, fumbling with the buttons of her dress. Is she doing what I think she is?
He didn’t know who was more shocked, he or Derrick, when she suddenly spun around and flung her dress off, allowing it to drop to the floor. Sean didn’t know what Derrick was seeing, but the view he had of Von’s butt in that itty-bitty thong had what was left of his blood rushing to his loins. Her hair was loose and curly, drawing attention to her naked flesh. He had no idea it was so long.
“Surprise!” Von launched herself at Derrick, threw her arms around his neck and kissed him.
Ah, hell! Is there another way out of here? He looked around to confirm what he already knew. No way was he watching them get busy, but they were blocking the only exit. He glanced back at the couple to see if he had time to interrupt them before things got too awkward.
Derrick shoved her away and she hit the wall with a thud.
What the fuck? Sean rose to his feet and took a step forward.
“What is that...that...mess you have on? You look like a whore. Do something with your hair and for God’s sake, put some clothes on!” Derrick snarled in the meanest, coldest tone Sean had ever heard a man use with a woman. He gave her one last look of revulsion, ignored the beseeching hand she held out to him, and stormed past Sean into his bedroom. The door slammed shut with a bang that caused Von to jump.
She slumped against the wall, face in her hands, the scent of her pain and humiliation filling the room.
“Stupid damn fool,” Sean muttered in disgust.
At his voice, Von spun around, eyes wide and mouth open, giving Sean a full frontal view. He only had a second to enjoy it before she shrieked and crossed one hand over her breasts and the other over the juncture of her thighs. She glanced around frantically on the floor for her dress, scooping it up the moment she spotted it. Von struggled to get it on as she scurried for the door, her hands tangling the sleeves and making a mess of things. Whimpering when she couldn’t get it together, she laid her head against the door and her shoulders shook.
Sorry he’d startled her, Sean walked toward her, making soothing noises. “Shh, shh. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you. Let me help.”
Had he been thinking, he would have stayed quiet so that she didn’t know he was there. But now that Von knew he’d witnessed what happened, there was no way he could see her hurting and not try to do anything about it.
He reached for the sleeve, attempting to untangle it. She resisted at first, clutching the outfit to her while pulling away and hunching close to the wood like she could burrow into it and hide.
“Von, baby, I’m trying to help.”
Her shoulders slumped and she allowed the dress to fall to the floor. She brought one hand to her mouth and muffled a sob. Tears leaked from the corners of her eyes. Sean scooped it up and straightened it out, eased her arms into the dress, and turned her around to do up the buttons. Then he gathered her close, biting back a moan at the intense pleasure of finally having her in his arms where she belonged.
Von rested her head on his chest. “Oh God, I’m so embarrassed,” she mumbled. “This...he...I...” She couldn’t finish, tears having her choked up.
Sean swept her up in his arms and carried her back to the chair on which he’d been sitting, and setting her on his lap, careful to keep her away from his erection. He held her while she cried.
“Hey, now. None of that. He’s the one that should be embarrassed. A beautiful, sexy woman like you offering yourself to him and he walks away? We need to revoke his membership as a male of the species,” he told her, trying to calm her down.
She looked up at him with tears sparkling on her eyelashes. “Really?”
He wiped one cheek with his thumb. “Sweetheart, if you’d have come here like that for me, I’d have been on you before the dress hit the floor. And I wouldn’t have let up until we were both satisfied.”
Von’s gaze went hazy, like she was considering his words. After a few moments during which the crying finally ceased, she asked, “So, it wasn’t me? I did it right?”
“Honey, any better and I’d have come in my pants,” he assured her.
A small smile peeped out. She placed her hands on his shoulders, arched up and gave him a peck on the lips. “You’re lying, but it’s still sweet of you to try and make me feel better.”
Von made to rise but Sean caught her across the thighs, holding her in place. “What was that?”
She laid a hand on his chest and the smile reappeared, a bit stronger this time. “A thank you kiss?”
He shook his head. “Oh, no, darling. That wasn’t a kiss. This is a kiss.”
Gently cupping her face with his hand, he angled it and held her still as he slowly lowered his mouth, giving her plenty of time to protest. She didn’t. He could see a hint of curiosity in her eyes. Then their lips touched.
Sean kept it soft and gentle. A mere brushing of his mouth across hers. Back and forth, nibbling on her lower and then upper lip. He wanted more. Much more, but satisfied himself with this.
Von, however, had a different idea. She parted her lips and her tongue eased out to lick the seam of his. Curious to see what she’d do, he opened his mouth and granted her access. She immediately took advantage, using kitten like flicks of her tongue to taste his inner recesses. For about ten seconds, Sean allowed it. Then he took over.
Their kissed became heated, a mating of tongues and teeth, each angling for the closest connection. Sean’s conscience screamed at him, demanding he stop. Von was vulnerable, unaware of what she was doing. He wanted her, but not under these circumstances. Then there was Hooch in the next room, liable to walk out at any moment.
He drew back. She followed, eyes glazed like she was drugged, clutching his t-shirt to hold him to her. He pried her hands loose and turned his head to avoid her mouth. It was the hardest thing he’d ever had to do. “Baby, wait. You’re not thinking straight.”
Her eyes widened and she gave him a wounded look. “Yes, I am,” she denied. “Please, please don’t push me away. Please...”
Even though Sean was trying to do the right thing, Von wouldn’t see it that way, not after Derrick’s cruel rejection. Simply kissing her wouldn’t hurt, right? He could show her how desirable she was, rebuild her confidence in herself, and lay the groundwork for telling her later how much he loved her. Torn, he gazed at her. Her eyes pleaded with him as she rubbed his shoulders and chest.
With a growl, he capitulated. He snagged her by the waist and pulled her closer. When that wasn’t enough, he lifted and turned her so that Von straddled him. Throughout it all, the kiss never stopped. They breathed each other in.
Soon, mouth-to-mouth contact wasn’t enough. He unbuttoned her dress and it fell open. Von captured his right hand and dragged it down between her legs. “Touch me. I’m so empty.” Her voice shook.
The potent smell of her cream brought out his primitive side and Sean closed his eyes to gain control over his beast. He cupped the slick lips of her sex, slightly penetrating her with one thick digit. She gave a muffled cry and rocked on him, causing her breasts to sway. Unable to resist, Sean captured one peak with his mouth. Von held his head to her. “Sean!”