That must be it. I don’t get distracted, especially not by women, but these are extenuating circumstances.
I press a light kiss on the corner of her lips. “I just need to forget.”
She traces my jaw with her fingers. Her touch is drugging. “I’d like to do the same. Get out of my head.”
In this moment, we both want the same thing. I nibble along her neck. “I can get you off.”
“It’s not a good idea,” she whispers, widening her legs to make room for me.
“It’s a terrible one.” Now I’m firmly settled between her legs, my erection pulsing against her pussy. I’m still in my sweats, and she’s got underwear on, but for once, I don’t want this to be quick. Taking my time sounds like a damn fine idea. I’m not seeking pleasure while hoping I’ll be left the hell alone right after.
I run my hand up her leg, over the thin fabric of her panties, and push her shirt up as I go. I continue rolling it up until I can draw it off. No lights are on, but in the shadows, her tits greet me, her nipples straining upward. I scoot down, missing her heat cradling my cock, but I need to get my mouth on more of her.
“Calder.” She arches into me.
I lick across a nipple, and bumps erupt over her skin. She gives me another soft tug on my scalp, and fuck, it feels good.
Yes, this is making me forget everything but the way she’s responding.
“What do you need, rosy?” Sucking her nipple into my mouth, I flick the tip with my tongue.
“More.” She groans and digs her heels into the mattress.
Her reactions are addictive. The underwear has to go. I hook my fingers on the waistband and lift myself to make room, then I drag them down.
“I’m not—I don’t have…”
Her hands are gone from my head, and I nearly growl at the loss. I stop with her garment halfway down her thighs.
“What’s wrong?” I’m not mistaken. Each of us needs the other right now. It’s inconvenient as hell, but leaving her bed would disappoint me as much as her. Yet if she has any question about what we’re doing, I’m done. I can grit through the night alone on the couch with a painful erection.
“Protection. I don’t have any, and I’m not on the pill.”
Shit.I have nothing either. The last thing I thought I’d do in Scandal was sleep with someone. Even after I walked into the brewery and the sight of her punched me in the gut, I didn’t think I’d end up here. I knew I shouldn’t. Now I am here, nothing’s going to stop me unless she says so.
Thankfully, I have plenty of ideas when it comes to Meredith Winslow. Much as I’d love to bury myself hilt-deep in that wetheat of hers, the night is far from ruined. Already, it’s the best one I can remember in a long damn time.
“There’s a lot we can do.” I slide her panties all the way off, gently grasp her wrists, and twine the fabric around them. Planting her hands above her head, I grind into her. My sweats are still in place, but her heat seeps into me. She’s nice and wet. “There’s plenty I’m going to dotoyou.”
“Calder,” she breathes.
I capture her mouth, pressing her wrists against the bedding. She opens for me. Does she know how much that little move turns me on? It’s not for show—a pure reaction, allowing me in.
I devour her.
So much of my life is about image. What can I do for my clients? How much can I make them? Expectations are high. My dates want fast and hard, or they want the life they think I live. Wealth and prestige. They don’t see me working all damn day, going to bed for a short night’s sleep, and then repeating it all the next day.
I leave Meredith gasping as I work my way down her lush body, shoving her knees wide as I go. “You’ve given me so many ideas about what I can do with my mouth.”
I finally reach her lower abdomen. I’m almost to heaven, but I slow down even more. Her legs are trembling.
Finally, I’m right where I want to be. “You’re glistening for me.”
Her breath shudders. “Yes.”
I slick a finger through her wet seam. She bucks her hips off the mattress, and I smile.
“Have you needed this?” I ask as I gently push a finger inside. I have to close my eyes against the swell of desire inside me. My cock throbs against the bedding, demanding release. It’ll wait. Her pleasure is too important. I might not survive her orgasm,but what a way to die. I thrust in and out, her tight walls gripping me.
