Chapter 27 Something To Think About #2
“Yep. I was about to set up some flares. It took you long enough.”
“Hey, I wanted to give you enough time. And it’s hard to get away from Karl. He told me about who was fighting with whom in the area.”
“He’s a busybody,” he said.
She moved into Clay’s arms. “I don’t want to talk about my neighbor. I want a hug from you.”
He held her for a minute. Not warm and welcoming, but it still brought her comfort.
The days of being with an affectionate man were long gone if she saw a future with Clay. She did.
She wanted one.
She didn’t need the pats on the hand, flowers to arrive at work, or even a romantic dinner.
A man who fixed her window, set up security, and gave her crazy exhausting orgasms was the way to go.
He returned her hug for a second, then his arms dropped.
“I should get back. I checked upstairs and everything seemed fine. All the windows were locked, nothing appeared out of place, but you should go check before I leave.”
So much for getting him to stay for dinner and talking about their days.
She went up the stairs with him on her heels.
Her arts and crafts room looked the same. She popped her head into her bathroom, nothing out of place there.
He followed her into her bedroom. Everything was fine here too.
She moved back into his arms. “Before you leave me, can you give me something to think about tonight?”
“What’s that?” he asked.
“I know you’re not slow. But I also know that once you go back home and I’m here, it’s going to be until the weekend before I see you again.”
He wouldn’t be the type she could call last minute and ask to see her. Or go out to dinner.
He worked too much, and she knew right away, he wasn’t one to go out in public much on a date.
She’d had that enough and it hadn’t worked out. For now she was fine giving that a rest as long as she got to spend time with him.
His mouth landed on hers. “What is it you want exactly?”
He didn’t dispute the fact that she wouldn’t see him again this week.
She’d take advantage of the time while she could.
“Anything you’re willing to give me, I won’t fight off. I won’t say no.”
His hands were on her sides, grabbing the cotton of the T-shirt dress she’d had on today. Something simple and comfortable that she wore to work. She’d kicked off her shoes before she came up the stairs. Just little flats.
Her dress was around her waist, his hands on her ass, cupping her and bringing her closer to his heat.
She’d never been someone who got worked up as fast as she did with Clay.
Only he was the one who could snuff out her flame.
Not that she was ready for that to happen just yet.
“I love the taste of you,” he said. “I’ll never grow tired of it.”
He lifted her and set her ass on the bed, his hands dragging her panties down and off her feet.
She leaned back on her elbows, Clay getting on his knees, his face buried between her legs.
The first touch of his tongue on her swollen tissue had her head falling back, her thighs moving further apart, and a groan escaping between her lips.
“That’s it,” she said. “That is what I love.”
His lips closed over her flesh and a finger was invading quickly.
Her hips jerked up to get more.
He was sucking hard, his finger moving in and out. Her body was tense and all she could focus on was feeling those sensations at the end. The ones where her body felt like lava flowing slowly into the mattress.
Another finger was inserted, it wasn’t even tight, just a nice full satisfying feeling that she’d been craving.
“I’m so close,” she said. He didn’t answer. She didn’t expect him to.
The man was relentless when it came to giving her pleasure. He wouldn’t stop or be distracted until he hit his goal.
What woman wouldn’t want a man like that in her bed?
Her feet were slipping on the bed, so she reached down and put her hands behind her thighs to keep them up and let him have an all-access pass to pleasing her body.
His teeth grazed her skin, she jerked back, and he did it again.
When he settled in to nip her, the orgasm came out of left field slamming her hard to the turf, Meredith hugging her knees to her chest in a reflex for him to keep it up.
She was almost screaming out her pleasure, his fingers jamming in and out, his tongue licking the length of her.
He removed his fingers, but didn’t stop tasting her. As if he had to get that last little bit out of her, even trying to put his tongue where his fingers had been.
Her legs flopped down, her eyes were closed, but she felt him loom over her.
One eyelid lifted and she saw Clay on his hands over her body, a gratified smile on his face, his lips landing on hers hard for a quick kiss.
“Feel better?” he asked.
“I feel great. I’ll be thinking of this all night. Thank you.”
“My pleasure,” he said, standing up.
“Where are you going?”
He turned to leave her room.
“Home.”
“No,” she said, grabbing his arm. “It’s my turn.”
He lifted an eyebrow. “I’ve got to get back.”
She looked down and saw his dick straining against his jeans. “But this needs my attention,” she said, grabbing him. He went to step back and she slid her hands into the front and unbuttoned him fast.
“You don’t want to do that. I’m hot and sweaty. I’ve been working all day and need to shower.”
“So?” she said. “You just did that to me before I could shower. I’ve been chasing kids all day. You didn’t care, did you?”
“No.”
“Neither do I.”
She had his pants undone and his cock in her palm, her fingers closing over it.
His eyes shut and she smiled. He couldn’t see it, but she didn’t care.
She loved she won this round.
She nudged him toward the bed and pushed his ass down on it.
The edge of her tongue grazed his tip, and his shaft jerked back some.
Hmmm, now he knew how she felt.
She did it again, watched the same reaction, then lifted her eyes to look up at him.
He was staring at her.
She smiled, opened her mouth and went deep.
A lone groan fled out.
That was more like it.
She bobbed her head down and then back up, her fist following like a magnet.
The taste of him was intoxicating.
All male. All hers.
She wanted it all the time.
She’d take what she could get for now.
His fist went into her hair, almost guiding her the way he wanted.
That was fine with her.
She was good at following orders.
He slowed her down, sped her up, but she controlled her suction. She controlled her tongue.
Clay was slowly losing whatever hold he had on his emotions.
It was exactly what she was aiming for.
She knew he was close. She could tell by the tension in his thighs and his hand tightening in her hair. Just the few days they’d been together, she knew his body well enough.
He yanked her off. Her eyes flew to his. “Why did you do that?”
“Because I’m close.”
“So? I didn’t stop you when I was close. Don’t do it again,” she growled at him.
He smirked. A cocky one that she was coming to enjoy seeing.
“Yes, ma’am.”
He dropped his hands down and put them on the bed.
He was handing over the reins.
She went right back to what she’d been doing, her mouth covering him completely, her fist around his dick, her other hand on his balls.
She was squeezing, rotating, and sucking all at once.
His legs were shaking, his hands were fists on the bed next to her and she wanted to congratulate herself on getting this hard-as-steel man that never let go to this point.
Everyone had to release it for brief moments.
His moment came right then and came strong, hitting her in the back of the throat.
She thought she could take it.
She was wrong. She sat back and coughed, but kept her hand going on him while she spit on the floor.
“I told you not to do it,” he said.
“Hey, I wanted to try. Just didn’t think I’d gag like that. Hang on.”
She walked to the bathroom and got a towel, tossing it to him. She picked up her underwear and slid them on under her dress, Clay dropping the towel in her laundry basket after cleaning up her floor.
“Are you going to be okay here tonight alone?” he asked. She could see the uncertainty in his eyes.
“Are you offering to stay?”
He sighed. “I can.”
“But you don’t want to. You need space. I know. You’re struggling between protecting me from something that is most likely not even a big deal and getting a hold on yourself. Take care of you, Clay. I can handle myself.”
It might not have been the best words to say, but he nodded, then gave her a kiss and left.
It was better that way.
At least she was trying to convince herself of that.
The top slammed down on Karl’s laptop.
As if watching Meredith and Clay hug wasn’t bad enough, they’d gone upstairs and didn’t come right back down.
It didn’t bear thinking of what she might be doing up there. But just in case, he pulled up his list and made another tally of what he’d have to clean from her past.