Moonlighter (The Company, #1)(32)

“Because—?”

She only gets the one word out before I unzip my fly, reach inside, and pull my erection out. “Because I like that view,” I say roughly.

“Oh.” Her cheeks redden, and her gaze is latched to my cock. “It appears that you do.”

“You think?” I give myself a slow stroke, just because she’s watching.

She swallows roughly.

“You’re still standing there,” I point out.

“Take off your shirt.”

“That is not how this works.” I cross my hands in front of my chest and wait.

She swallows roughly. And then she finally backs up a step, sits on the edge of the bed, and scoots onto the white duvet.

Finally. As a reward, I begin to unbutton my shirt. “I like the lace,” I tell her.

“You can have it,” she says. “This bra is too small. I can’t wait to get it off.”

“It’s boobaliscious,” I agree.

She laughs immediately. “What are you, still thirteen?”

“Only for jokes.” I throw my shirt aside, and I don’t miss Alex’s hot gaze on my chest. It only takes me a couple more moments to divest myself of the rest of my clothes. I kneel on the bed, naked, a moment later. “Remember when I said you look exactly the same as when we met twenty-one years ago?”

She gives me a small, distracted nod.

“Well, I lied.” She’s magnificent, and definitely all woman now. I drop my lips to lick her nipple through the transparent lace of her bra.

“Yessss,” she sighs, her hands already threading into my hair.

I’m in heaven, tonguing the valley of her breasts, licking and teasing her nipples through the lace. She’s already squeezing her legs together in anticipation. But I take my time. If I’m lucky, we’ll have three or four nights together before we go back to our separate lives.

Four nights used to sound like forever to me. Maybe I’m getting old, but I already know they’ll fly by in a blink.

After I torture her heavy breasts for a while, I nose my way down her smooth stomach. One at a time, I lift her legs onto my shoulders. The heels of her shoes lie against my back, and I think I like it. Leaning in, I part her legs and use the flat of my tongue to moisten the lace of her panties.

“Oh please, oh please,” she pants.

Chuckling, I ease my thumb over the dampened fabric. “Not yet, bossy. I’m just warming up.”

“Warm up faster,” she breathes.

So naturally I do the opposite—torturing her with slow licks and nibbles on her silky thighs. I take my time, leaving that scrap of lace firmly in place until she’s digging those heels into my back and cursing my name.

I’m hard as nails and torturing both of us now. So I ease the panties out of my way and kiss her pussy. Finally. She tastes like heaven, and the sounds she makes are music to my ears.

And, fine, my ego. She’s loving everything I do. “More,” she pants. “Please.”

“Please, what?”

“Please, oh great one? Sir? Whatever the hell you want to be called.” She locks her thighs around my head. “Just hurry up and fuck me.”

And I’m dead. I have never laughed with my face between someone’s legs before. But there’s a first for everything.

She doesn’t even care. She just lifts her hips and takes advantage of the friction.

“You are a good time, Alex,” I say, easing her beautiful legs off my body and straightening up. “I need to find a condom.”

“Oh, wait!” She raises herself up on both elbows. Her face is flushed and her hair is mussed. “Condoms are full of chemicals. I can’t do that.”

“Wait, what?”

She shakes her head. “Spermicide. I don’t know what’s in that stuff.”

“Well…” I don’t, either, of course. “We don’t have to have sex.”

She sits up quickly. “Oh, yes, we do. I mean—if you know you’re healthy. Nate is always bragging about the healthcare he gives your team. And I can’t get any more pregnant than I already am.”

I sit my naked ass down on the bed and try to think. “I’m very careful, and I’ve been tested very recently.” She’s right about the healthcare. Our team doctor cheerfully calls us in for frequent testing. He has all the single guys on a rotation.

It’s just that I never do this. I never go bare. That’s far more intimacy than I’m used to.

“Eric,” she whispers. “I probably won’t have sex again for five years. Don’t make me wait.”

“Five years?” My head swings toward her in disbelief.

“I’m exaggerating, maybe. But single moms don’t see a lot of action.” She shakes her head. “Never mind. That’s not even relevant. I just really want to.”

As do I. But… “Five years?” I repeat. “No pressure, though.”

She laughs. And then she reaches around behind her body and unhooks that lace bra. She tosses it aside, and now all I can see are heavy breasts begging to be stroked and kissed. She puts her palms underneath them, cupping herself, offering them to me. “No pressure,” she echoes.

Holy hell. I suddenly like Hawaii a whole lot better than I did a few hours ago.