Time (Laws of Physics #3)(71)

I bent and whispered in her ear, “Luscious?”

She almost missed a step, her grin wavering. “Absolutely.”

“Sweet.”

Her smile returned. “Yep. And kind.”

“Thank you.” That was a good one. Really good.

“Gentle,” she said thoughtfully, just as we made it to the top landing. Adding in rapid succession just as I unlocked and opened the door, “Brilliant, lovely, tender, sexy, competent.” She strolled into the suite.

I followed, shutting the door and leaning against it. “Competent?”

“Yes. Competent.” She turned to face me, her hands on her hips. “And, honestly, I feel like it’s the greatest of all compliments. So few people are actually competent.”

I nodded. “Okay. I’ll take it.”

“How about curvy?” She turned her head to one side, walking toward me in a way that seemed more like a prowl, while watching me out of the corner of her eye.

“Am I curvy?” I shoved my hands in my pockets. The urge to always be touching her would be my undoing. She needs space, and time. I had no doubt we’d work things through and come out on the other side stronger. But for now, keeping my hands to myself was the only way to stay sane.

“Oh yes.” Her eyes dropped, moving over my body slowly, stopping somewhere around the vicinity of my hips.

I grimaced. There was no mistaking the curviness in the front of my pants. “Want to watch a movie?”

Mona’s gaze cut back to mine and she grinned, but also looked perplexed. “What? No. I’m appreciating you, and your superior exterior. Including all your curves.” Slowly, so slowly, she stepped forward. Her stunning eyes hot with intent.

My lungs filled with fire. “Mona.” I groaned through gritted teeth.

Her lips parted, her lashes fluttering, her body surging forward firmly. “I’d like to help you with that.”

“We should do something else.” I shook my head, balling my hands into fists inside my jacket, trying not to lose my mind.

She shook her head in a contrary movement. “What? No! In this economy?”

I exhaled a laugh but sucked in an abrupt breath as she fit her hand between us, stroking me over my jeans. “Let me help. I really, really want to.”

Encircling her wrist, I pulled it away and behind her back. She quickly replaced it with her other hand, reminding me of an octopus. The next stroke more aggressive, she lifted her chin to place biting kisses on mine.

“If we only have two days left, we should make the most of it.”

I pulled the second hand away and fought the consuming impulse to turn her and take her against the door. “But we’ll have more than two days the next time.” Unable to help myself, I stole a quick kiss from her soft lips. “A movie?”

“The next time is so far away.” She nuzzled my neck, lifting to her tiptoes to suck my ear in her mouth. “I don’t have a lot of experience with blow jobs, but I’d love to suck your co—”

“Mona!” No way was I going to let her finish that sentence, but I shivered as her tongue worked in my ear, and my brain finished the sentence for me. “It’s not a good idea.” My voice cracked. At this point, I didn’t know if I was talking to her or myself.

“Abram.” Her hot breath spilling against my neck pulled another shiver out of me, her hand somehow managing to break free to stroke me again. “I bet it tastes like candy.”

I wanted to touch her, but I didn’t trust myself. My hands hovered over her upper arms without making contact as hers unzipped my pants, reaching inside. Oh—

“Fuck.”

“Maybe a little later.” Her sexy chuckle slid over me, making me dizzy. “I miss you. I want you. And I want your big dick in my mouth.”

I couldn’t think. Words failed me. Her hand was now on me, tugging, massaging. I fully admit I was not strong enough to say no.

Mona rubbed her body against mine as she shoved my pants down my hips, lowering herself to her knees as she held my eyes. “Don’t you want me?”

“Yes.” It was really the only word in my vocabulary at this point. My next song would just be the word yes.

Hot, electric sparks of anticipation ignited at the base of my spine and I licked my lips, near panting, watching her, devouring the sight of Mona on her knees. Her hot, wet, sweet mouth an inch from my dick. She kissed the head and I clenched my jaw, flattening my palms on the door behind me to keep from fisting them in her hair, but—oh how I want to.

In the next moment, her lips closed over my cock, her hand sliding from my pelvis to my stomach, pushing my shirt up for her eyes. I took it off. And then I grabbed her hand, pressing it to my skin as her mouth sucked, so hot, so fucking soft.

I cursed, my fingers closing around hers. But then I released her hand, not wanting to hold her too tight. I was already so close. It felt like being on the edge of a blade, so frustrated by my inability to make this last, I physically hurt. But also greedy for the promise of a happy ending.

“Mona. I’m going to come. I’m—” I pressed the base of my palms into my eye sockets, trying and failing to control the jerking of my hips as I pumped into her mouth, falling off the razor’s edge into an abyss of ecstasy.

So good. So fucking good.

I couldn’t catch my breath.