She bites her lips to hide a chuckle and I follow her gaze down…to my cock. I shake my head and laugh. “Okay. Never mind. I get it.”
My cock thickens impossibly more beneath her inspection, and a groan of pleasure rises in my throat when she takes my length into her small palm.
“The problem is, I can’t let you out of the room like this. What kind of a girlfriend would do such a thing?”
“A really shitty one,” I say, playing along.
She frowns. “Too bad you have to hurry to the gym.”
“Fuck,” I murmur at the reminder. I have ten kids waiting for me but… “If we hurry…”
Before I can even finish the sentence, she’s between my legs, pushing me until I’m flat on the bed. Her long hair tickles my thighs as she poises her mouth over my crown. “I never got to finish what I started last night,” she murmurs, staring at my dick with obvious appreciation. She parts her lips, and I grip the sheets as my cock sinks to the back of her warm, wet mouth.
“Jesus, Haven, that is good.”
She takes me deep, her tongue doing the most insane things to me, and I grip her hair, pull it from her face to watch her take me in. Women have given me oral sex before, but Jesus, I don’t think any of them have ever really enjoyed it. Haven, with her half-lidded eyes, her soft sexy moans, is between my legs worshipping my damn cock like it’s a prized possession. I shouldn’t like that so much.
Ravenous, she sucks and licks and makes carnal noises like she’s eating an ice cream cone during Blue Bay’s worst heat wave. Speaking of heat… My body burns, blistering flames racing through my veins and coaxing my climax. I try to hold on, I’m usually pretty good at that, but this woman, with those gorgeous plump lips, natural breasts the right size for my mouth, and a body made for sin…well, how the fuck is a guy supposed to hang on when he’s battling this kind of perfection?
I touch her hair and my balls tighten as she takes me so deep she nearly chokes. A hard quiver goes through me and my hips jerk forward as I tremble.
“I’m there, babe. I’m fucking there.” I try to tug her away, wanting to pleasure her first. Christ, I’m not a guy to take without giving and never a guy to take first. That’s not how I roll. She refuses to budge, in fact, she wraps her hand around my shaft and moves it up and down, following the motions of that sweet mouth of hers. I’m a goner. I give it one more attempt, but she sucks harder. Okay, she has other plans, she wants me to come in her mouth, and I’m too damn weak to put up a fight.
I grip her hair and clench down, totally giving myself over to the things she’s doing to me. Mumbling curses under my breath as she cups my balls and massages lightly, I let go. I grunt, and my body jolts under her sweet ministrations, my release so powerful and pleasurable it’s all I can do to find my next breath. I pant and gasp as she stays between my legs and licks me clean, and I sit there, a little dizzy, a little out of touch with reality as her sexy moans dance like musical notes before my eyes.
“Wow,” I finally manage to say as I exhale a fast breath, only to drag in another. She glances up at me, a satisfied gleam in her eyes. “What a way to wake up,” I say, and she crinkles her nose, those blue eyes once again going glossy as she thinks about something. “What?” I ask and reach for her.
“You’ve never woken up like that before?”
“No, have you?” I ask, my voice a bit thick and accusatory. Jesus, am I jealous? Jealous that this woman might have woken up with a man between her legs?
“Actually, no,” she says, either ignoring or misinterpreting the hardening of my tone. “I just thought you—”
“Past relationships stay in the past, but if you’re asking if I do sleepovers, the answer is no.”
Her head rears back a little. “Oh. That surprises me.” She looks at the mussed bed. “Then why…”
“This is kind of my bed, and you don’t snore quite as loudly as Carter,” I say, and she nods, the tiniest of frowns plucking at the corner of her mouth.
Fuck, that didn’t come out right. I need to explain this better, and be careful not to tell her I wanted to stay in her bed, mainly because I wanted to wake up with her, and that’s never happened to me before. This is just a damn fling. I’m her bodyguard, so to speak. But I don’t want her to think she was just a body, a goddamn sperm bank. I know what it’s like to feel like a slab of meat and nothing else, and it’s just shitty.
“Haven,” I say and touch her chin. “I also stayed because you were scared, and I’m your boyfriend, remember?”
She gives a small nod, and even though she doesn’t look convinced—I have no reason to lie about that—she says, “Now you can go to the gym and not worry about having a big boner.”
I eye her for a minute, and get she wants to move on to a new topic, so I chuckle with her. “Every time I think of this, I’m going to get hard. Now get over here, so I can get my mouth on you.”
She glances at the clock. “Can’t actually. I have to be on the set bright and early.”
I shake my head and try to wrap my brain around what just happen. “Seriously, you just woke up, decided to give me a blow job, and expect nothing in return?”
She plucks at the linen, and puckers those lush lips. “Maybe I wouldn’t say that.”
“Good, because I want my mouth on you. Now get over here and don’t make me ask again.”
“You are so bossy.” She chuckles and shimmies off the bed. “I honestly have to go, but I’m going to take a raincheck.”
“You can’t be serious, Haven. Fuck.”
“What?”
“I can’t just let you give me a blowjob and leave. I’m not that guy.”
She glances down, her brows knitted together. Jesus Christ, I hate every guy whose come before me, every guy who was okay with taking and not giving. That stops now.
“Get your ass over here.”
“I really can’t, Ty. If I’m late…” She tugs on a robe and gathers up some clothes. “I showered before bed, but I…I definitely have to shower again. Do you think it’s okay? Will a shower be interfering with anyone’s schedule?”
“Yeah, mine, because I want my mouth between your legs.”
Her body quakes. Yeah, she wants it too, and she needs to learn that sex with me is give and take. “I really have to go.”
“No, you really have to come.” I climb from the bed and tug on my jeans. I open the bedroom door and wave my hand.
“What are you doing?”
“The lock on the bathroom door is a bit tricky. At this time of the morning, they’ll barge in without thinking.”
“I noticed last night it was wobbly.” She chuckles and shakes her head. “A house full of guys, construction workers at that, and not one of you can fix the lock.”
“Not much need to. Like you said, a house full of guys, but I’ll fix it for you tonight. Right now, I’ll give you a lesson on how to make sure the lock stays in place.”
“Thanks, I appreciate it.”
She steps from the room, the sweet scent of her hair tickling my nose, and arousing all my senses. I follow her down the hall and step inside the bathroom with her. I shut the door, and put my hand on the lock.