Chapter 54
MELODY
Ididn’t walk him to the bedroom—I pulled.
My fingers speared through his hair, fisting, yanking his mouth back to mine the second the bedroom door clicked shut. We were a tangle of breath and heat. I had never really been a fan of afternoon delight, but with Austin, I was down to get naked any time of the day or night.
We both kicked off our shoes. I jerked at his belt while he jerked my shirt up. We were frantic and clumsy in our desperation to get naked. I couldn’t get close enough fast enough. A week without him had felt like three years, and every cell in my body was screaming finally.
“Austin,” I gasped against his lips, walking him backward until the backs of his knees hit the mattress. “I need you.”
“I got you,” he rasped, stripping my sweater over my head in one fluid motion.
The kiss broke for half a second and came back hungrier.
Our tongues slid together. His hands were everywhere at once.
He palmed my breasts through the lace of my bra, sliding down to cup my ass, lifting me so I could wrap my legs around his waist. The friction was dizzying.
I rolled my hips, greedy for more pressure. More him.
He lowered us onto the bed, the comforter cool at my back with him above me. I arched my breasts against his hard chest. “Off,” I demanded, tugging at his shirt. He stood up, reached one hand behind him, and jerked it up and over his head.
“Fuck me, Austin.”
He grinned. “I plan on it.”
I wasn’t actually asking him to fuck me. It was an expletive of appreciation.
He lowered himself over me. My mouth went straight to the slope of muscle leading from his shoulder to his collarbone, tasting salt and that unique Austin flavor.
I nipped at his neck, and he groaned, the sound vibrating through me.
I was suddenly ravenous. His lower body rubbed against me.
His cock strained against his jeans and pressed between my legs.
“These need to go,” he growled, fingers hooking into the waistband of my leggings. I lifted my hips so he could peel them down, taking my panties with them. His gaze raked over me. The raw hunger on his face made me shiver.
“Jesus, baby girl,” he breathed. “You undo me.”
I reached for his fly, freed the button, slid down the zipper. He sprang hot and heavy into my palm. With no hesitation, I stroked, thumb spreading the bead of moisture at the tip. His hips jerked.
I grabbed his arm and pulled, knocking him onto the bed beside me.
“Whoa.” He laughed.
I got to my feet and pulled his pants off all the way. I smiled as I stared down at my very naked man. Usually, he was always the one in control. But today I was feeling feisty. I knelt between his thighs without a word.
Austin’s chest rose and fell fast. He already knew where this was going. I kept my eyes on his face and watched the flare of his nostrils. I had never done this for him. He was always the one to pleasure me.
“Baby girl,” he said softly. “You keep looking at me like that, I’m not going to last more than thirty seconds.”
“Challenge accepted.” I skimmed my palms down his stomach muscles, carved from solid stone.
A shudder rolled through his abs when I wrapped my hand around his thick cock.
He groaned when I gently squeezed, adding pressure to the thick vein that curved along the underside, flicking my tongue so lightly at first it could have been a whisper.
Then I tasted him fully, licked a deliberate stripe from root to tip, and watched his head drop back against the pillows with a guttural curse.
He was salt and musk and pure masculine power.
I wanted every part of it. I lowered my mouth slowly, taking him inch by inch until the stretch of my jaw ached deliciously.
I heard him suck in a breath as I did. My tongue pressed flat against the underside of his shaft.
I reveled in the tremor that rolled through his legs, the reflexive jerk of his hips trying to thrust deeper.
I took him deep into the back of my throat, proud of myself for not gagging.
I looked up. His eyes were open now, locked on me, pupils blown so wide they were almost black.
The moment our gazes held, I felt the wild possessive rush of knowing I had undone him.
Emboldened, I hollowed my cheeks until his fingers knotted in my hair.
I listened to his moans and groans and let his response guide me.
He wasn’t pushing or trying to control what I did. He just held on for dear life.
He said my name once. If I didn’t know any better, I would say he was a man in pain.
My hands slid up the hard cut of his abdomen, nails grazing every ridge, relishing in the quake I created in his body.
When I cupped the tight weight of his balls in my hand, his curse melted into a wordless moan that vibrated through the entire bed.
I tasted the first salty hint of him at the back of my tongue, felt his thighs tense beneath my forearms, but I didn’t stop. I wanted to push him past coherence and all that control until he was a shuddering mess.
His fingers tightened in my hair, a silent plea or maybe a warning. I didn’t care. “Let go,” I whispered before I took him back into my mouth.
He grabbed my arms. “No. In you. I need—in you.”
I understood. There would be another time. I understood what he wanted. I wanted the same thing.
“Condom?” I panted.
“Pocket,” he grunted, eyes rolling back when I squeezed.
I grabbed the foil packet and turned back to him on the bed, still sprawled out. He had one hand wrapped around his glistening shaft.
I tore the wrapper with my teeth. “Let me.”
I quickly rolled it down his length and crawled on top of him. He reached up and touched my cheek. He didn’t say anything, just looked into my eyes. I heard what he wasn’t saying, and it was enough.
I slowly slid down his length. Inch by glorious inch, he filled me. We both stilled, breathing hard, foreheads pressed together.
“I missed this,” I whispered.
“Tell me.” His voice cracked.
“I missed you.” I clenched around him.
“Ride me, baby girl.”
I planted my hands on his chest and rolled my hips, grinding more than bouncing, watching his abs flex with every upward thrust. He palmed my breasts, thumbing my nipples, then slid a hand between us, circling my clit.
Sensation layered until my body was overcome with brilliant bolts of electricity crackling through every nerve ending.
“Look at me,” he ordered.
I met his eyes. I leaned down, kissing him deeply, and rocked faster. The pleasure coiled tighter until I could only focus on the sensations running through my body.
“Come with me,” I breathed.
He nodded, jaw tight. His thumb pressed harder against my clit. The orgasm was violent. My body arched, my head thrown back as my body squeezed him. He followed, groaning my name with his hips pushing upward. I heard him grunting.
And then I collapsed forward. His arms immediately wrapped around me.
We stayed joined, kissing soft and slow. His lips brushed across my forehead, to my eyelids and the corner of my mouth. When he slipped out, he dealt with the condom, then dragged me against his chest.
“I was so afraid we wouldn’t get here again.”
“Me too.” He kissed my crown. “Thank you for calling.”
“Thank you for coming—and for the lilies.” I smirked. “And for that.”
He chuckled, the sound rumbling under my cheek.
After a sleep-deprived night and an amazing orgasm, my body succumbed to sleep soon after. The next thing I knew, the sun was pouring in through the window. That told me it was at least noon.
I woke to Austin’s chest rumbling beneath my cheek with quiet laughter.
“What?” I mumbled, still groggy.
“That was the best nap I’ve ever had in my entire life.” His voice was rough with sleep.
I propped myself up on one elbow and wiped my mouth. “Better than your fancy hotel bed?”
“Baby girl, it’s not even close.” He pulled me down for a soft kiss. “Though I think it had more to do with the company than the mattress.”
Heat bloomed in my chest. “Smooth talker.”
“Just honest.”
I reluctantly pulled away, already missing his warmth. “I’m going to make us some lunch. You hungry?”
“Starving.” His eyes raked over me appreciatively. “But not necessarily for food.”
I laughed, grabbing his discarded shirt from the floor and pulling it on. It hung to mid-thigh. I caught the way his gaze darkened, watching me in his clothes. “Behave. I need to feed you actual sustenance.”
“Fine,” he sighed dramatically. “But only because I need energy for later.”
I headed toward the door, then paused. “Oh, do you have any plans for the day? Meetings or anything?”
He stretched, completely at ease with his naked body on full display. “Nope. Just you.”
“Me?”
“My only plan for today is doing you.” The wicked grin he flashed made my stomach flip. “In every sense of the word. Which is why I need my energy.”
I felt my cheeks heat. “You’re impossible.”
“You love it.”
I did. God help me, I really did.
I left him in bed and padded downstairs to the kitchen. The anxiety that had been coiled tight in my chest since our difficult conversation had finally released its grip. We were okay. Better than okay.
I surveyed the contents of my fridge, trying to decide what to make. I had the basics. Eggs, cheese, and some vegetables that were still good. Omelets it was.
I was whisking eggs when Austin appeared in the doorway, wearing his boxer briefs and nothing else. His hair was still a disaster, and there were faint red marks on his chest where my nails had scraped. He looked thoroughly debauched, and I loved it.
“Can I help?” he asked.
“You can sit there and look pretty,” I said, gesturing to the barstool at the island.
“I’m very good at that.” He settled onto the stool, chin propped in his hand.
I flashed him another smile and decided I really liked having him half-naked in my kitchen.