“This is just sex,” I tell him. “It’s what you like, right? Casual no-strings-attached sex?”
He’s speechless, studying me with dark eyes.
“You don’t have to worry about me clinging,” I tell him. “I’m out of here in three days.”
Emotion flickers across his face, it almost looks like disappointment, or it could just be confusion. I reach down and toy with the fly of his pants. “I just want a good fuck.”
He’s still speechless, absolutely shocked. I’m not the same sweet Maeve I used to be, but I think he likes it.
Finally, he manages to speak, “Wow, you surprise me, Freckles.”
I bite my lip. “I guess I’m not the good girl you thought I was.” I free him from his boxers and he’s everything I remember and more. He pulls at my hair and draws me closer in for a kiss. I push him away again, and turn from him. “Just fucking,” I remind him as I press my palms on the tower of stacked cases. He presses himself against me, his erection pushed up against my ass. I want this so much, I can’t stand it. “Take me right here, like you wanted…” I breathe.
He presses his mouth on my shoulder. “I can’t… not here.”
I jerk around. “What?!” I’m not letting him do this to me again. No way in hell.
He smiles and presses a hand against the door. “This door only locks from the outside. Do you really want your mom to walk in on us again?”
I’m so fucking turned on, I don’t care.
I’m brought back to that cold winter night, ages ago. I was completely naked on my bed, and his head was between my legs. He was shirtless but still had his jeans on. We got carried away, and I didn’t have a lock on my door. He was pleasuring me orally for the first time. He’d told me I would like it when I first objected, and I did. I loved it. It was amazing. Until…
Momma walked in on us.
I cringe every time I think about it.
I bite my lip. “You’re right.” I reach down for my crumpled panties on the floor.
“Wait a second,” he says and pulls me back to him. “We’re not done. There’s no way I’m not fucking you right now. I don’t care if the whole town is standing outside that door.”
“But…”
He swings me around and bends me over the old chest freezer by the door. “Right here is perfect,” he groans. “I can reach the door from here.”
I jerk my head around. He has a hand flat on the door, and the other one is on my ass. I melt into him as he hikes up my flowy cotton skirt over my back.
He strokes me softly. “Fuck, I love your ass.” He bends down and takes a soft bite. I jolt, stunned. He slides a finger between my legs and it feels like heaven. I close my eyes, never wanting this feeling to end. Peter has never made me feel quite this way. Notoncein the seven years we shared.
One time, I said. I’ll want more. I already know this.
“You’re so fucking wet,” he growls. “I’m going to ask you this once, and only once because I want to make sure this is really what you want.” He leans into me, and his weight crushes me against the freezer. His hot mouth is on my ear. “You want me to fuck you, Freckles? Like this?”
“Y-yes…” I moan, and I hate myself for sounding so pathetic, for wanting him so much.
He toys with the condom and a few long seconds later, he runs a finger along my sex again. I arch my back and press my rear against his hand. “Eager girl,” he breathes. “You be patient.”
He presses his mouth against the back of my head and sinks into me very slowly. I’m surprised by the gentleness with which he takes me. “Is this okay?” he whispers.
“Yes…” I breathe. He feels so damn good. Why does he feel so damn good? I’ll want this again, I just know it.
My hands claw at the edge of the old freezer. He presses his mouth against my ear. “Do you want to take a picture? I’m sure this would drive Parker insane with jealousy.”
I bite down a laugh and squeeze my eyes shut as he pushes harder into me. Every thrust brings me closer. One hand still pressed on the door, he brings his other one to my sex. The sensation of clitoral stimulation mixed with him inside me drives me wild. I close my eyes and get lost in it. There’s nothing in the world but the both of us. As I reach my climax, my moans are muffled into my forearm. He pushes harder into me, hard enough for my ribs to feel it. One or two hard pushes, and a soft groan escapes him as he reaches his own release.
He leans into me once more and presses his mouth on my shoulder. “I can’t believe I’ve finally had you,” he says. “You’re everything I imagined.”
I smile and pull from his hold. “I’m glad you enjoyed yourself,” I say, determined to not let him see just how much he rocked my world. I reach for my crumpled panties on the floor, and slip them on over my shoes. When I turn around, his fly is done up, and he looks just as he did before, but satisfied.
