The Wrong Gentleman(11)

She collapsed, and reluctantly I stopped what I was doing, turned her to her back and pulled her legs either side of me. She squeezed my hips with her thighs, which interrupted the steady beat of the pulse in my neck. She smiled up at me, her body boneless and weak, and for a split second I questioned myself—and I wanted to question her. Was I giving her what she needed? I was a reader of people, but Skylar? I couldn’t figure her out.

“Okay?” I asked. Because I wanted it to be okay. I mean I knew it was good but I needed to hear it from her.

I leaned over her, and she slid her palm against my cheek. “More than okay.”

I released a breath, dropped a kiss on her lips and twisted my hips as I drove into her, her back arching in response. Her breasts swayed, and I tried to block out all the questions I had for her that were circulating in my brain and focus on the physical. I wanted to come, wanted her to come again. But I wanted more than that. I wanted to know every part of her. Who was she?

“Landon.” She clawed at my chest, her mouth dropping into a perfect “O” then her tongue darting out as if begging for more. That tongue. That mouth. Her beautiful eyes.

“Fuck,” I spat out as she tightened her muscles. I snapped my head up and found her lip caught between her teeth. Was I fucking her, or was she fucking me?

I wasn’t going to last much longer.

But neither was she. The slight tremor of her legs, her hands curled into balls at my chest—she was close. My orgasm growled at the base of my spine like an engine being switched on. There was no stopping it now. My jaw tightened, and I knew if I closed my eyes the imprint Skylar had made on my brain would only get brighter in my imagination. She was tough, skeptical and suspicious on the outside and like warm honey and spun sugar on the inside. I wasn’t sure which was the biggest turn-on.

“I’m close,” I warned her and, as if my confession triggered something in her, she dissolved beneath me, her fists relaxing and her palms finding my back, pulling me closer as if urging my climax on.

I let myself go, my orgasm flooding every sense. Usually my orgasms were all about me and what I felt—the chemicals rushing through my veins. But in that moment, all I could see, taste, feel, hear, smell was Skylar. She was the only thing I could think about.

I groaned, my mouth on her shoulder as my body folded against hers, wordless while our breathing evened out.

Holy shit. What had just happened?

Skylar sighed. “You’re welcome to use the shower before you go.” She pressed her palm against my arm and pushed before she slid out from under me.

I watched the expression on her face—she was serious. She was expecting me to leave. Fuck, my ears were still ringing, and my muscles were wrung out, and I wasn’t entirely sure I wouldn’t want to go again in ten minutes.

“It’s been a slice of heaven,” she said with a yawn.

I couldn’t ever remember being asked to leave before. I was the one who was usually counting down the minutes until it seemed acceptable for me to pull on my clothes and skip out. “You worried that if I make you come again, your criteria will start to crumble?” I asked.

“If that’s what you need to believe.” She pulled out a t-shirt from under the pillow, covered her delicious body, and rolled away from me, feigning sleep. At least, I think she was pretending.

I guess that was me dismissed. If she hadn’t been so damn beautiful, so completely alluring, I might have been a little irritated. But she was so confounding that nothing was a surprise.

I scanned her body as she brought the sheet up.

For the first time in a long time, I wanted to stay the night. Ideas of how I’d engineer another meeting with her ran through my head. I couldn’t ask her. She’d say no. I wouldn’t even get her number successfully at the moment.

I shifted off the bed, dressed, then bent over and placed a kiss on her shoulder. “Sleep tight, beautiful,” I whispered and headed out. This girl might be the only woman I ever wanted to sleep with more than once. And ironically, she clearly wasn’t interested in anything but tonight.

Hopefully a night’s sleep would sweep her from my mind.





Six





Skylar


I didn’t do headaches, unkempt hair, or bleary eyes, even when I was hung over. Which I wasn’t. I wish I could have blamed last night on the alcohol. As I pulled my wheelie case behind me up the dock, I had to dampen down a smile. No, I wouldn’t have wanted to be drunk last night. Every second was etched on my memory just like it should be. I was pretty sure I’d remember Landon for the entire summer.

Jesus, that man knew what he was doing in the sack. I’d had three orgasms. Three. I didn’t know that was possible. It had certainly never happened to me before. Landon undressed me and poof, I was orgasming left and right. But it wasn’t just the physical pleasure he’d provided. He’d taken control of my body and for some reason I’d let him—even though I knew better. When he looked at me, it felt safe to surrender to him. And although that was liberating, it was also terrifying. I’d never felt such desire for a man. I’d deliberately avoided any guy who might have any kind of power over me.

“Hey, Skylar,” a familiar voice called from behind me.

I stopped, erased my grin, and turned around as August half walked, half ran up the dock. “You’re early,” I said.