Erin was watching me closely again. She wanted me to be honest. It wasn’t my manliest confession, but if I could give her anything, it was the truth.
“Sleeping together is a big step,” I admitted. “I’m not sure I’m mentally prepared for that yet, either… But what about if…” My hand left her ass with a possessive squeeze. I tugged open the button of her jeans instead. “I can give you a little relief…”
“Yeah…”
I only just heard her sigh over the metal drag of the zipper sliding down. A hint of silky pink panties peeked out of the gap. “You’d like that?” I asked.
I thought Erin was going to stand there, acting all shy with her teeth buried in her bottom lip, but she shimmed her jeans down her hips. Just enough. Yeah, she’d like it. I dusted kisses along her jaw as I stroked the bump hidden by silk. I knew the speed, the pressure, she liked. I’d done this so many times. Sighing, she wove her hand around my neck to hold on.
“Good?” I asked her.
“Yeah, but…” Her head tipped back, baring her neck to my mouth, while her free hand fumbled blindly for the counter. “I can’t…” She scrabbled to get a tighter hold of the wood. “I can’t get comfortable.”
“Want to try the bed?”
She bit her lip, uncertain, but nodded. She trusted me.
I scooped Erin up easily, and her legs locked around my hips as I carried her to the bedroom. It wasn’t difficult to keep my lips on hers. The cottage was tiny. Four, maybe five steps, and I tossed her on the bed, wasting no time to yank her jeans past her knees, over her ankles, scrunching them in my hand, and tossing them to land in a denim puddle on the floor.
I climbed over her, kissing her for just a second before dipping my hand low to trace my fingertips up her thighs, stopping at the elastic of her panties. The little pink bow at the top taunted me. I knew what was underneath.
“What if you let me use my mouth this time?” I probably should have said please, but I wasn’t in the mood for remembering my manners.
“You want to?” There was surprise in her voice.
I gave her a heated look. She had to feel how hard my cock poked her stomach. I tempted her a little more by rubbing my fingers over the silk. “You’ve got to say it’s okay.”
“Yeah…”
Good enough.
I didn’t bother taking Erin’s panties off. I teased her with a few more strokes over her clit, and impatient, probably a bit too rough, I pushed the fabric to the side and dived down. My shoulder was at one hell of an angle, and I was half falling off the bed, but I wasn’t stopping. I buried my nose in the hair between her legs and lapped her pretty pink clit with my tongue. She tasted out of this fucking world. Her desperate sighs only fueled the hunger in me to keep going… and going…
Thumps pounded on the cottage door so hard the old windows rattled.
“Erin!” Jeremy shouted. “I know you’re there!”
I gripped her thighs to stop her from jumping off the bed and shot a hot, dark look. “You want to sort him out?”
Erin’s head twisted on the pillow. I think that was a frustrated “no.” “I’m so close.” She wriggled on the sheets, her hips arching to push her pussy against my mouth.
Something almost like a growl vibrated in my chest. She was close, was she? Good. That idiot outside wouldn’t interrupt me from pleasuring my woman. I lapped my tongue along her clit and shuddered when her fingers laced in my hair.
She settled back on the pillows. “That feels so good.” Her hips rocked harder against my face.
More knocks pounded the door, louder this time. “Erin!”
“I’m…God!”Erin moaned a long, drawn-out sigh but called out, “I’m busy!”
I rumbled a dark chuckle against her skin.
“Are you…” Jeremy’s confused voice drifted in from outside. “Are you…”
“One”—Erin’s thighs crushed my ears—“minute!”
A minute? My tongue worked over her hot, slick skin, the deliberate strokes tempting a soft shiver to start rolling throughher. Heat gathered beneath my mouth. The taste…Fuuuck. She’d be lucky if she lasted a couple of seconds. Her legs trembled as she came, a long, desperate moan slipping out, only half-muffled by the pillow. I heard her. I bet Jeremy heard her, too.
But his constant thumps on the door wouldn’t interrupt me.
