Chapter 32
Oh, he was truly fucking up his game plan, but as he moved down her delectable little body, licking and kissing every inch of skin that he came across, he couldn’t have cared less. He wanted her and he was done waiting for the perfect moment.
This wasn’t going to fuck up his game plan. He wouldn’t let it. He’d give in and finally find out just how good she felt wrapped around his cock and worry about the rest later. Besides, showing her just how good it felt to be fucked by a man that wanted her could only advance his plans.
He’d use sex to get what he wanted, and by this time next year, she’d be his for good.
Finally, one thing in his life would go the way that it should.
He’d have what his cousins had, a woman that made his life worth something, and he couldn’t wait.
It had taken some time, but now, he was sure that Tinkerbelle was the woman that he wanted to spend the rest of his life with.
She was beautiful, feisty, unbelievable sexy and she drove him out of his fucking mind.
“Spread your legs, Tinkerbelle,” Danny said, kissing her belly button.
With a little whimper that had him licking his lips in anticipation, he pressed one last kiss just below her belly button before he shifted until he was awkwardly lying on the floor between her legs.
He should pick her up and carry her to bed to do this properly, but he didn’t want to chance wrecking this moment.
He pressed a kiss against her slit, savoring her sweet scent and telling himself that he could at least take this slowly and make it good for her, but the first swipe of his tongue destroyed his control.
“Oh God, oh God, oh God, oh…Danny!” she screamed, tangling her fingers in his hair as she shifted wildly beneath his mouth, riding his tongue as she trembled beneath him.
He struggled to hold back, to make this last longer, at least until he could clear his head and think straight, but the second she started tugging at his hair he’d lost what little control he had left.
He moved up her body, taking her mouth in a demanding kiss as he reached down with one hand and shoved his pants down as far as he could push them.
He was still pushing them down when he pulled back, groaning when the move caused his cock to slide down against her slit until the sensitive head was tracing her wet slit, getting coated in her arousal.
“Danny, please!” Jodi begged against his lips as she wrapped her arms around him.
“Dreamed of this,” he growled against her lips as he pushed in slowly.
She cried out in his mouth as he struggled to go slowly. He wanted to savor this moment. As he pushed in her, he groaned, long and loud as her sheath tightened around him. God, she was so fucking wet and tight. He’d never felt a hold like this before.
“You feel so fucking good,” Danny said, pushing in the rest of the way until he felt his balls press up tightly against her bottom.
She chuckled against his lips as he lay there, struggling not to come.
“What’s so funny?” Danny asked, his voice strained as he struggled not to lose control and embarrass himself. He raised his head and looked down at her, raising a brow in question.
“I can feel you,” she said, laughing as she hugged him. “I can actually feel you!”
Chuckling, he leaned back down and kissed her. “How do I feel?” Danny asked, slowly pulling back until the tip of his cock was positioned at her entrance. He swallowed her surprised gasp as he pushed back inside her, relishing the feel of her silk walls sliding over him.
“Good,” she moaned. “You feel so good, Danny.”
“Was it worth the wait?” he asked, starting to move in a slow, steady rhythm.
“God, yes,” Jodi moaned as her arms tightened around him.
He brushed his lips against hers before he pulled back just far enough so that he could watch her.
He gazed down into her eyes as he continued to roll his hips, sliding in and out of her, every stroke coating his cock and making the returning slide that much smoother.
He’d never felt anything better in his life.
He’d never felt like this before, like he was home.
In her arms, he felt like everything in his life was the way that it should be.
“You are so beautiful, Jodi,” Danny said, shifting his weight onto his right arm so that he could cup her face with his other hand. He traced her plump bottom lip with his thumb. “So goddamn beautiful.”
Her lip trembled beneath his touch as her lips pulled up into a watery smile. “Thank you,” Jodi whispered, leaning up and kissed him. He followed her lips as she laid her head back down on the floor. She ran her hands down his back and over the curve of his ass, encouraging him to continue.
He continued to thrust inside her, harder and faster to match the kiss, which had gone out of control. No matter how many times he’d imagined fucking her over the last few months, he’d never imagined that it could feel this good.
“Oh, shit!” he groaned as he felt her tighten around him.
She moaned, long and loud against his mouth as he quickened his thrust, slamming into her harder and faster, struggling to hold back, to hold on for her.
“Danny!” she cried out as he felt her clamp down around him. He growled her name as he lost control.
Gasping for air, he laid on top of her, kissing her face, her nose, and her chin, unable to stop smiling as he did it. It wasn’t until he kissed her firm lips that he realized that something was wrong.
“Ow!”
“Don’t move.”
“How bad is it?” Jodi asked, biting her lip as she risked a glance over her shoulder to find the bastard struggling not to laugh.
“It’s ummm,” Danny cleared his throat, “not that bad.”
“Liar,” she muttered pathetically as she turned back around and sat there, trying to pretend that she didn’t have major rugburn covering the back of her arms, her back, and her bottom.
He chuckled as he leaned forward and kissed the top of her shoulders, one of the few places that wasn’t covered with rugburn. “It’s not that bad,” he clearly lied because every inch of her back and bottom was on fire.
Fire!
“Is-is it bleeding?” Jodi asked, worrying her bottom lip, praying that he did a better job of lying to her this time.
A long-drawn-out sigh was her answer. “I’m really sorry, sweetheart.”
At that, Jodi turned her head and buried her face in her pillow. “It was worth it,” she mumbled because it had been worth it…
At least, it had been until the most intense orgasm of her life had slowed down and she’d realized that her back was on fire. That’s when she may have started freaking out…a bit.
He chuckled as he gently ran his fingers through her hair. “I’m glad that you think so, sweetheart.”
“It was,” Jodi mumbled with a nod and a little sniffle.
“I’m a little out of my league with this one,” Danny admitted with a sigh, which made her a little nervous because that meant-
“We have two choices here, Tinkerbelle,” Danny said, taking her hand into his. “I can either take you to the emergency room or go get my brother.”
Yeah, that’s what she figured he was going to say.
“I’m fine,” Jodi said, and she was fine just as long as she didn’t move or care that seventy percent of her body was on fire.
“Sweetheart,” he said, giving her hand a small squeeze, “you’ve got some serious rugburn from a hotel carpet. Besides the fact that it looks really painful, I’m concerned about all the bacteria.”
“I’ll just rinse off in the shower. It will be fine,” she said, moving to do just that when Danny decided to go into detail.
“Sweetheart, it’s a hotel room carpet,” he stressed. “It’s probably coated with dirt, sweat, rotted food, urine, semen, fecal-”
“Okay,” Jodi rushed out, cutting him off as she squeezed her eyes shut, trying not to think about all the bacteria coating her body, “go get your brother!”
“Get the germs out! Get them out!” Tinkerbelle muttered into her pillow, her small hands gripping the pillow she had her face buried in.
“He’ll be here soon,” Danny said soothingly as he glanced down at his watch, wondering what the hell was taking his brother so damn long to get his ass here.
“It’s gross!” she muttered miserably into her pillow.
“Shhh, I know, sweetheart. I know,” Danny said, gently rubbing her leg as he tried not to look at the damage he’d done to her back and bottom.
He may have lost control a little at the end there…
“No more sex on hotel floors,” she muttered.
“Agreed,” Danny easily agreed because as far as game plans went, he’d seriously fucked this one up.
He should have waited and gone with his plans to make this special for her. He should have gone with yellow roses, sleigh rides, holding her in front of the fire, champagne, chocolate, and-oh, fuck.
Swallowing, he stood up and walked over to the bag he’d dropped on the floor earlier. Even before he picked the bag up, he already knew he’d fucked up more than just the rugburn. He picked up the bag, looked inside and closed his eyes in defeat.
Condoms.
He’d forgotten to wear a condom, something that he’d never done before. His father had drilled it into his head to always use a condom.
Always.
Dropping the bag on the coffee table, he walked back over to the bed and sat down. “Tinkerbelle?”
“Hmmm?”
“I have to tell you something.”
“What’s that?”
“I, um,” Danny started to say only to pause to take a deep breath, “I didn’t use a condom.”
“Oh, crap,” Jodi mumbled that ended with an “Ow!” when he tried to give her shoulder a reassuring squeeze.
“Sorry,” Danny said, wondering just how badly he fucked this up.