She wrapped her legs around my waist. “Fashionably late definitely works for me.”
TWENTY-NINE
Phoebe
“I’m too heavy.”
“You are not.” He gripped my ass, lifting me a little higher on his torso to get a hold of my mouth.
Mouse made a disgruntled sound. We both laughed and looked down at him. “Scram, pal. You’ll get all the attention in like an hour.”
If a dog could roll his eyes, Mouse would. He took himself off to lay on the porch as Dutch took the stairs two at a time. Those hours on his rowing machine were not lost on me. His shoulders might even be bigger at this point and his thighs...
I hummed as he propped me against the door to fumble with the doorknob. I giggled as we staggered into the foyer. He strode down the hall to his room and dumped me on the bed.
“So romantic.” I crab walked my way up the bed, but he grabbed my ankle and hauled me back under him.
“Where do you think you’re going?” He snuck under my butt and rolled my shorts over my hips.
“Just making room for you.”
“No so fast.” He nuzzled his way over my sweatshirt to the cropped hem and kissed his way down my belly to the scrap ofunderwear I’d put on. I’d hoped to convince him to be a little late for the party.
“What do we have here?”
I arched my back as his fingers slipped under the elastic. “Easy access. We have to make this fast.”
“What if I want to take my time?” He flicked his tongue over the panel of cotton over my pussy.
“Later.” I tugged his hair, pulling him up to cover me. I fumbled with his jeans and circled him. “Take me fast. Make me feel it.”
His silvery eyes went hot. “Don’t make that kind of demand on me right now, Phoebe.”
I wrapped my leg around his hip. “Watching you haul off and punch that smug son of a bitch did something to me.”
“Is that right?” He nosed along my neck.
“Yes. I didn’t know how much I needed you to punish him.”
He leaned back, his eyes fierce.
“I’ll be right by your side when you rip him apart in court.”He covered my mouth with a groan as I palmed him, twisting with a little extra pressure.“Inside me,” I said against his mouth.
“Phoebe.”
“Now.”
He pushed the thong aside and drove into me until my teeth rattled. My hands raced under his shirt, my nails scoring over his back as I pulled him closer. “Closer,” I said and wrapped my arms and legs around him until all his weight was on me. Until there was only heat and friction and vicious need.
He rolled us, setting me astride him. “Off,” he panted.
I stripped the sweatshirt off and his hands raced over my waist, my belly, my breasts before they finally settled on my hips, rocking me again and again against him. My head fell back as he filled me just right. So full and perfect. My eyes fluttered opento see him streaked in sunlight. His silvery eyes lost the shadows that were always so close at hand.
His eyes wild for me as he lifted his hips to meet me again and again.
I dug my fingers into his chest, pushing for more even as my body demanded me to slow down.
He lifted up, muscles rippling in the sun, sheened with sweat as he cradled me close, slowing the pace until the whirlwind between us slid into syrupy sweetness. His gray eyes languid with happiness as he cupped the back of my head to sip from my mouth as I shuddered, my body finally unable to stop the fall.
