Chapter Three #2
Pulling back, she leaned against the door to her apartment. “Do you need me to call you a cab?”
His expression turned ironic. “Well, that’s blunt.”
She had to be. She wasn’t going to invite him to stay at her place. Absolutely was not going to…
He held up a key. “Charlie’s letting me stay downstairs. He said he’s got an apartment open until the first of the month.”
“Oh, right.” Yay, she thought sardonically. So she wouldn’t invite him inside, but he was going to be staying one floor down, in a bed not so far away. “The furnished one.”
“Is that a problem?”
She shook her head, and the blanket fell off her shoulder. “You don’t want to sleep on my hideaway, trust me.”
His expression was still fierce, but his touch was gentle as he wound one of her curls around his finger. “No, I don’t.”
Her knees wobbled. She needed to get inside and catch some sleep. The innuendo was getting to be too much.
She opened the door to her apartment. Stepping inside, she tossed the blanket and her pepper spray onto the sofa. “Good night, Billy. It was really good to see—”
She stopped short. Wing nuts and coattails, she sounded like frickin’ Miss Manners.
“Oh, to hell with it.”
Pushing away all her good intentions, she grabbed his jacket and yanked him to her. He was already moving her way, and he kicked the apartment door shut behind him. His mouth was hot and hungry when it came down on hers.
Roxie groaned at the contact. Oh, God. Sitting up there under the moonlight, talking with him like a rational adult had nearly driven her crazy. There was nothing rational about the way she felt for him. Nothing calm and composed.
But it was definitely adult.
“I’m staying until morning,” he said fiercely.
She nodded as he kissed fire down her throat. It was only a few hours. She could give him that long.
His jacket was warm, the leather worn and soft, but she pushed it off his shoulders. It fell heavily to the floor. She nearly tripped as he backed her over the end of the blanket that hadn’t made it to the couch.
Picking her up off her feet, he lifted her over the tangle of material and headed towards her bedroom.
His kiss was voracious, and she gave in to the need to run her fingers though his hair. It was as soft and thick as it had always been, and she loved the shagginess. She didn’t like guys who primped more than she did. She liked them rough and tumble. Sexy and unpretentious.
She liked ’em like this one.
This one, in particular.
“Billy,” she whispered in need as she pulled up his T-shirt. His chest and belly were rippled with lean muscles, and she raked her nails over them.
He put her on her feet and got rid of the T-shirt fast. The bed bumped against the back of her legs, but then he caught her to him. His hand spread wide across her bare back and he pressed his hot mouth to her shoulder.
Roxie arched in surprised delight. “Ah!” she cried as she cupped the back of his head. She hadn’t realized she was sensitive there.
His lips ran sexily along her collar bone as he fought with the belt she’d looped around her waist.
“A little help?” he growled close to her ear.
She got it loose, and he flung it across the room. It lashed around the lamp on the table, wrapping it up mummy-style.
Meanwhile, her clothes were peeling off.
He pulled her top over her head and her hair tumbled into her face.
His hands were already sweeping up her middle. Her stomach trembled when he cupped her ribcage. His devilish thumbs traced the bottom of her bra. It was black and strapless, plumping her curves high above the demi cups.
With as hard as she was breathing, the coverage was precarious.
“Nice,” he murmured.
He popped the clasp at the middle of her back and the sexy piece of support fell to the floor.
Cupping her breasts, he lifted them in his palms. “Nicer.”
When his thumbs swept over her nipples, the zing went all the way to her core. Going up on her tiptoes, Roxie gave him a hot kiss as her hands went desperately to his zipper.
It was his turn to rock back on his heels when she slid her hand inside his jeans.
She nipped at his lower lip as she cradled his erection in her palm. He was already harder than one of those drive shafts he liked to tinker with. “Nicest of all,” she whispered saucily.
“Vixen,” he growled.
Catching her by the waist, he lifted her and dumped her back on the bed. She let out a squeal, but then he was tugging off her boots and fighting with her leggings.
“Damn bondage material,” he snarled as the material stretched and clung.
The moonlight was coming through the windows, highlighting the muscles of his chest, the tattoo on his left bicep, and the bulge spilling out of his unzipped jeans.
“Like this,” Roxie gasped. Rolling suggestively, she peeled the leggings over her hips down to her thighs.
His hands weren’t idle. He petted her as he watched, stroking her belly and fondling her breasts.
There was something so sexy about his big masculine hands on her, especially the leather cuff on his wrist. As soon as he saw her black thong, his touch swept downward.
Hooking his fingers around the skimpy piece of material, he peeled it off with the rest of her clothes, stripping her bare.
Roxie lay on her back, breathing hard as he looked down at her.
She arched when he slid his hand between her parted legs, cupping her. The sensation was so intimate, so hot and demanding.
Nothing stood between them. Nothing.
“Brazilian wax?” he asked, his voice like gravel.
Her hips lifted as he slid a finger between her naked lips.
“Of course,” she panted.
“That’s new,” he growled. Bending over her, he gave her a hard kiss. “I like it.”
Oh, God. So did she.
Too much.
She wrapped her arms like vines around him as he stroked his fingers deep inside her. She was wet. She’d been wet when he’d found her up on the rooftop, but this? This was pushing her too fast towards an orgasm. When he swirled his thumb over her swollen clit, she felt her stomach begin to flutter.
She let out a yelp when he swept his hands under her hips and lifted her. “Condom,” she gasped.
She lurched towards the bedside table. It didn’t take her two seconds to pull one out of the drawer, but he already had one out of his jeans pocket. Ripping the packet open with his teeth, he got what they needed and swiftly put it on.
He was ready before she’d settled back into position, and she twisted as he thrust into her, deep and true.
“Ooooh,” she cried in pleasure.
“Hell and damnation,” he groaned, his head falling back.
They stayed that way for a long moment, connected deeply, their bodies arching in gratification too long denied.
But then the need to move hit them both.
Standing tall beside the bed, Billy held her hips high as he thrust in and out of her.
Roxie rocked in rhythm, wrapping her legs around his waist.
The sensations were devastating. The way he moved… the way he touched her…
He was pumping hard, driving her fast. She spread her arms wide on the mattress, raking her fingers over the wrinkled sheets. “Oh, God.”
She loved the way he felt inside her, but she wanted him closer. She wanted to be around all of him. She reached for him. “Come here!”
Sweat beaded on his forehead as he reined himself in.
Not breaking their connection, he climbed onto the bed with her.
She’d landed crossways on the mattress and, in order to fit, he hitched her further up.
Her head dropped back off the bed, but the feel of his heavy body covering her was what she needed.
Locking an ankle around his waist, she trailed the toes of her other foot down his long leg.
He grunted in reaction.
“Mmm.”
He settled more heavily atop her and his mouth was hot against her arched neck. “Hold on,” he whispered.
She was already holding on for dear life.
He started a heavy rhythm, his thrusts short and deep.
His mouth settled onto her breast and he began sucking her nipple hard.
The tugs generated dueling sensations of pleasure and all her erogenous zones lit up.
Gasping for air, Roxie clung to him. She threaded her fingers through his hair while her other hand dug into the small of his back.
Reunion sex between them was always great.
But this time it had an edge, a desperation.
She didn’t want it to end, but the blood was rushing to her head. Her core felt like a thousand degrees, and tension was whipping through her. He caught her nipple in his teeth, and the jolt pushed her that additional inch she craved.
Already over the edge of the bed, she flew over the brink into an obliterating orgasm.
He was right there with her. When she tightened around him, his body jerked. But then he was pounding into her hard and coming. His breaths were hot against her neck, and his muscles clenched everywhere she touched.
Then it all drained out of them. The vigor, the unrelenting need, the driving compulsion…
Roxie sagged against the bed and felt Billy’s weight press her into the mattress. For once, her mind was still. Satiation filled her body, and she was at ease.
For longer than she usually let herself feel it.
Together, they just breathed. And were.
“There are stars on the ceiling,” she murmured in wonder.
Billy snorted softly. “Those aren’t real.”
His movements were lethargic, but he shifted them until they were both fully on the bed, although lying cockeyed across it. “Too little blood to your head.”
And too much somewhere else.
The heat where they were connected was overwhelming, and it finally got through Roxie’s hazy brain. She began to wiggle.
He sighed heavily in her ear. “Yeah, yeah.”
Catching her squirming hips, he held her still as he pulled out of her. Slowly, deliberately, he made her feel every inch.
The bastard.
Her hands came up to his shoulders as he took care of things, but his weight came right back down atop of her afterwards. “I told you,” he said grumpily. “I’m staying.”