Overnight Sensation(48)

“Maybe I did think about it,” she admits. “These are my lucky panties. And he asked me back to his hotel room.”

“And you said no? Why?”

“Because he wants me to love him,” she whispers. “And I don’t, so it wouldn’t be fair. If I slept with him, it would only be for birthday sex.”

When her rosy lips form those last two words, my disobedient cock gives a throb. I force myself to look at the alarm clock. “It’s two in the morning. Your birthday is over.”

“Right,” she snaps. “Like I said, I didn’t come back here to beg you to jump my turnstile. Been there, done that.”

“So you’re here to torture me instead?” I’m so aggravated right now. Not one thing in my life makes any damned sense.

“No. That’s just my consolation prize.”

“I’m no prize,” I grumble. “What you don’t understand is that I’m saving us both a lot of hassle.”

She rolls her eyes, tosses the sheet aside, and scrambles to her knees. “Now, you listen up.” I can’t, because her fearlessness turns me on like nobody’s business. “If you’re so smart and I’m so stupid, maybe you could answer a couple of questions for me.”

“What’s that?”

“Why was it so easy for me to turn him down? And yet, when you look at me like that—like you can’t decide if you should kiss me or kill me—it makes me really wet?”

I let out a loud, unhappy groan. “Why did you have to say that?”

“Because you pretend you don’t care! But you do. Here you are asking about my choice in lingerie, which clearly flips your light switch—” She waves a hand at my aching dick. “—but I’m supposed to be content with being the only woman in Brooklyn who’s off limits.”

Fuck me. The woman is listing all my flaws and inconsistencies, and every one of them is true.

“Why not me?” Her eyes flash as she continues her sermon. “If half of what they write about you is true, you’ve stamped the passports of—”

Check, please. It’s fucking inevitable that I put my trembling hands on her soft body and push her down on the bed. The moment my palms meet warm skin, she stops ranting. Finally. But I’m not one to take chances, so I fit my mouth over hers just to shut her up. With my tongue.

The moment my mouth melds with hers, Heidi moans. She grabs me by the hair and pulls me closer.

Fuck me, but I love it. Leaning into her soft curves, I taste her more deeply. Her tongue tangles with mine, and she moans again.

That sound you just heard was the door slamming shut on my self-control. If Heidi wants to make bad choices, I’m done being the one to stop her. Women never listen to me, anyway. Not when it counts.

But she’s paying attention right now as I roughly claim her mouth, my whiskers abrading her soft skin.

“Is this what you want?” I mumble against her tongue.

In answer, she arches her back, asking for more contact.

I deepen the kiss, plundering her mouth, kiss after kiss. “You didn’t answer,” I point out, because I’m still in a mood. “You want my mouth? How about my hands?” I run a palm down her curvy body.

She only moans.

“I can’t hear you. You want more?”

“Yes,” she bites out. “And if you’re just teasing me right now I’ll—”

She doesn’t finish that sentence because I push my hand inside her little tiny panties. Her legs part on a gasp. Holy fuck. My fingers find so much slickness and heat that I groan with impatience. “You’re bare,” I croak as my fingertips slide against soft perfection. And the truth hits home. “You shaved for him.”

“He likes that,” she gasps, lifting her hips to meet me.

“Why? Does he put his mouth on you?” The image of another man’s face between her legs makes me feel a little more insane than I already feel. I stroke her sweetly.

Her forehead wrinkles as she shakes her head and shifts her hips.

“No? Then he’s a fool.” I give the panties a tug, but they don’t give way. Maybe that only works in porn. “Lose the panties, I want a taste.”

Big blue eyes measure me as she kicks them off.

“Good girl,” I say. Heidi’s pink lips part in surprise. And it dawns on me that being a good girl might be a habit that dies hard. This gives me even more ideas. “Take the sheet off me.”

She blinks, and then her gaze drops to my waist where the sheet is still covering my cock, save the dot of wetness where I’m leaking against the fabric.

“I’m waiting.”

“Hold your horses,” she whispers crossly. But then she takes the edge of the sheet and yanks it down, exposing my erection. She licks her lips and reaches out a hand to touch me.

And I catch it midair. “Not yet,” I say, having no idea why. All I know is that I have to keep the upper hand. “First things first. There are condoms in that drawer.” I point to the nightstand on her side of the bed. “Take out as many as you think we’ll need. If you don’t want to go there, I guess that would be none. It’s your call.”

Our eyes lock, and I wait, wondering if she’ll make the smart choice and shut me down. I want her so badly. But I’m sure I’ll regret it later.