Lord Have Mercy (The Southern Gentleman #2)(31)

She bounced up and down against my shaft, and I groaned into her throat.

“The code to get in is three-five-seven-one,” she breathed. “For both the deadbolt and the doorknob.”

I sank my teeth lightly into her neck, and she fisted her hands into my hair.

Yanking my hair hard, she looked down into my face. “Take me inside.”

I grinned. “Impatient little thing.”

“No.” She paused. “I don’t want you to get in trouble for fucking me on my front porch. I’m fairly sure I could say it wasn’t me. But you being so distinctive with the tattoos, plus the police cruiser? You’d get fired in a heartbeat.”

Her being worried about my career was quite endearing.

Typing in the numbers that got me entrance to her place, I committed them to memory for future use.

When the alarm started to sound, I walked her over to the panel and then watched as she typed in another code, this one six-four-four-nine.

I committed that one to memory, too.

I wondered if she realized what she’d just done.

She’d trusted me with entrance into her sanctuary, and I’d be using it.

This wouldn’t be the only time that we came together.

No way, no how.

Based on the kisses that we’d participated in up until this point, I was going to love sinking my cock into her. I was also going to have a hard time staying away.

Hell, I’d had a hard time staying away before I’d kissed her.

It was going to be impossible now.

The door slammed as I kicked it shut with my foot.

“Now you can do what you want to me,” she breathed.

A thought occurred to me, and before we got too far into this, I’d be smart and try to rein in my libido.

“Do you have any condoms?” I pulled back slightly.

She looked at me like I’d spoken in a foreign language.

“Cam?” I squeezed her ass. “Condoms?”

She bit her lip and thought about it for a few long seconds. “I have some…I’m just not sure if they’re actually supposed to be used or not.”

I frowned at her. “What does that mean?”

She wiggled, and I set her down on her feet.

She hurried toward where I assumed was her bedroom, and I followed her at a much more sedate pace.

I wanted to chase after her and tackle her to the ground. I wanted to rip those clothes off her body and slip my cock out of the zipper of my jeans and then fuck her senseless.

Instead, I stayed as far behind as I could manage, and still keep her in sight.

I found her bending over her bedside table, pulling out an arrangement of some sort.

“What’s that?” I asked, looking at the balloon/condom assortment.

“Raleigh got it for me for my birthday,” she answered, looking at me gleefully. “Do you think you can use these?”

I walked up to her and plucked one of the little foil squares out of the placard holder, inspecting the package.

“Um,” I paused, trying to make my brain think past the tent in my pants. “I think so.”

She grinned, then she pounced.

I fell backward on the bed, just like she wanted me to, and allowed her to take the lead.

I swallowed hard when she went directly for my zipper.

I had to catch her hand before she took my dick off with the zipper. “Easy, honey. Swear to God, I want to use that thing in just a second.”

She snickered against my lips, then started to descend my body.

I reached my hands up high over my head and captured the frame of the bed that was above my head. The metal in my hands felt cool and somewhat soothing as I tightened my hold and willed myself not to let go.

Especially when she stopped at the waistband of my jeans and started to skim her nose along my happy trail.

She shoved my shirt up, exposing my belly, and pressed a kiss just above my navel.

“I’ve wanted to kiss your abs since the first day I saw you at the gym with your shirt off,” she whispered against my belly. “I wanted to lick the sweat that was dripping down over your abs, too.”

I licked my lips and tried to get my dick under control. It barely worked.

The only reason it even remotely worked was due to the fact that I wanted this to be good for Camryn. I didn’t want to come in my jeans like a twelve-year-old. I wanted to be deep inside of her when I went, preferably after I’d given her mind-shattering orgasms.

I swallowed hard as she went back to my jeans and flicked my button open.

The next thing to go down was my zipper.

That was when I made the mistake of looking down my body at her.

She was still in her sweat pants and a T-shirt. Hell, she still had her socks and shoes on.

Her hair was in a messy bun on top of her head, and some of it was falling down around her face, pooling on my thighs. It was the most erotic thing I’d ever witnessed in my life.

My hands let go of the bed, and my arms started to trail down the bed toward her.

But before I could get there, she viciously yanked open my jeans and tugged down my underwear, allowing my cock to finally break free of its confines.

She looked down at said cock and, face to tip with it, and her eyes widened.

“This is even bigger than I’d first thought. This isn’t normal,” she told me. “Where do you put this when it’s in your pants? Do you tuck it into the waistband of your pants?”