Chapter 16 #2
He leaned forward, breathing hot air onto her neck before whispering into her ear, “I think you’re probably soaking wet for these bad words, aren’t you?
So wet that if I slipped my hand into your shorts, I could slide my fingers right inside you and let you ride them while my thumb does perfect little circles on your—”
“Enough talk,” she whined. “Just fucking do it!”
Oh, he would. He’d do that and much more. He’d spend the whole night with her spread out under him—
“Shit. Penny, god, wait.”
Her eyes flew to him. “What is it?” Her expression hardened. “I swear to god, if you suddenly have another hang-up—”
“No. No more hang-ups.” He smoothed her hair over her ear and rubbed his thumb along her bottom lip. “But Winter is coming to my place tonight. I finished his room, and he’s coming at—” He looked over Penny’s shoulder, heart sinking at the sight of the clock. “He’ll be there in thirty minutes.”
“Okay.” She nodded. “That’s okay. Thirty minutes is enough time.” She pulled at the hem of his shirt.
“It’s not.” He stilled her hands while a debate raged between his brain and his other parts. “It’s not nearly enough time for everything that I want to do to you.”
Not time for everything, but definitely time for something. They were choosing to make a bad decision, and he didn’t know if it would extend to another day. This might be his only chance.
He grabbed her hips and dropped her onto the couch on her back, rising on a knee to hover over her. His fingers lingered at the button of her shorts.
“Can I?”
Her brows arched. “I thought we didn’t have enough time.”
“It’s enough time for me to make you come.”
She laughed, and it was so damn lovely he could cry. “Cocky.”
“Yes, I am. Now tell me if I can unzip these shorts and put my hands on you.”
“Yes, but hurry up about it!”
Zander dragged the zipper down slowly, watching Penny’s face the whole time. He watched her bite her bottom lip as his hand slid between her legs, then her body arch as he cupped her over her underwear.
“I was right. You are so wet for me.”
“I said hurry up.”
“So feisty, Penny Becker.” Zander moved his hand beneath her underwear and ran his fingers through her curls, then deeper, where everything was smooth and wet.
He teased at her entrance with one finger, moving away each time her hips tried to take him in.
“Everyone around thinks you’re so perfect, but they don’t know what I do. They don’t know how bad you can be.”
He slipped one finger inside where she was hot and tight for him, then followed quickly with another, dragging his fingers in and out of her willing body.
It would be easier with her shorts all the way off, but he denied himself that temptation.
Odds were low he’d actually pull himself away if he saw her naked and spread for him.
“Tell me how it feels.” He sped up his movements as his thumb brushed over her clit.
“So good,” she said through her breath.
“What do you need to get there?”
“Your thumb. Side to side.”
He did it slowly at first, watching her breasts press against her shirt as she arched off the couch. Then faster, finally giving up the sight of her to taste her neck, her jaw, and her mouth again.
“Yes,” she moaned. “Like that.”
His motions were steady as Penny squirmed beneath him, but then her hand was on his stomach and reaching lower, popping the button of his jeans.
“Penny.”
“Let me touch you, too. It’s not fair otherwise.” She pulled down the zipper and palmed him over his boxers. “I want to.”
He groaned helplessly. “Fuck, of course.”
Penny’s fingers worked under his waistband to wrap around him, then froze. “You’re uncut. I’ve never—” He felt her swallow under his mouth. “I’ve never, um, encountered this. What do I do?”
He chuckled against her mouth. “Same penis rules apply—almost everything feels good. Just—” She squeezed, dragging his foreskin up and down around his cock. “Yep,” he choked. “You got it. Just keep—ahhh.”
He wasn’t going to last, not with her writhing beneath him and her hand wrapped tight, so he doubled his efforts, fucking her with his fingers as his thumb strummed her clit.
“Zander,” she gasped. “I’m gonna—”
“Hell yes you are. I’m right behind you.”
Zander’s forehead fell against her as he thrust into the tight sleeve of her hand, matching the rhythm with his fingers inside her.
Penny’s body tightened around him, mouth hung open in a long moan.
Her hand on him faltered as she came, and it was that—knowing he’d made Penny Becker lose control—that sent him over the edge.
“Baby, fuck, I’m about to—”
Penny kept her hold on him as her other hand wrenched up her shirt, exposing her pale belly, her luscious breasts spilling from her red bra. It was more of her than he’d seen before, and he struggled to memorize every inch as Penny pulled him closer.
“Here,” she said. “Come for me.”
And she was beautiful—sweet like sunshine—so he really shouldn’t.
“Come on,” she teased him with a smile. “You know I like to be bad.”
With a groan that shook his body, Zander gave her what she asked for, decorating her stomach as he came.
The next few minutes were a blur. First was heavy breathing, then a slow disentanglement.
Zander had trouble taking his eyes off her, the evidence of what they’d just done on Penny’s skin pleasing the caveman in him even as he reached for the box of tissues on her coffee table and cleaned her off gently.
“I have to go,” he said finally, redoing his pants. But what he didn’t say—What just happened? And will it happen again?—rang loudly in his head.
Penny smiled gently as she finished putting herself to rights. “I know. I have work to do anyway. I can’t spend all day having orgasms.”
“Of course not. So, um, text me your email and I’ll send over what I’ve been working on these last couple of days.”
When he stood, Penny did too. Her hair was an absolute mess, and it filled him with ridiculous pride. And as much as he wanted to have a State of the Situationship conversation with her, his kid was going to show up at the old house any minute, so it would have to wait.
“Come over tomorrow? We can review those vendor numbers and start making the map for the tents. I’ll feed you lunch.”
“Are you sure? I don’t want to interrupt father-son time.”
“You kidding?” Zander headed toward the door. “Winter will be excited to see you. The kid thinks you are way cooler than me.”
“I mean.” She shrugged. “He is a smart one.”
Zander reached for Penny’s hand and pulled her into a hug. His hands rubbed down her back as she relaxed into him. “Thanks for letting me in and hearing me out. And I’m sorry.”
She spoke into his chest. “You’re forgiven. But don’t be a dick again.”
“I won’t.” He kissed the top of her head, then each cheek, and finally her mouth. “See you tomorrow, Penny.”
Then Zander walked back through the grass, smiling at every bee he saw.