She leaned in and pressed her lips to his, picking up right where they’d left off. She opened her mouth, stroking her tongue along his lower lip.
He groaned and one hand lifted, his fingers slipping into her hair while the other gripped her hip.
So far this was very promising.
She tasted him for a long time, before sitting back and reaching for the bottom of her shirt. She pulled it up and over her head, tossing it toward the pillows.
Zeke’s gaze dropped to her breasts and the plain white bra she wore.
She didn’t have time, or the inclination, to worry about what he thought about her underwear. All of her bras and panties were basic. Everything in her wardrobe was basic.
But he wasn’t here for her bra.
She reached back and unclasped the tiny hooks, releasing the bra and tossing it over her shoulder. In her experience, once the bra was gone, he’d be easily drawn back to the task.
Predictably, he made no comments about the white cotton lying on the floor by the bed. Instead, he lifted a hand to cup a breast.
Jill was not well endowed, and his hands were huge, so her A-cup easily fit in the center of his palm.
He didn’t seem to mind. He kneaded and willingly took her direction as she covered his hand with hers and moved it so her nipple was between his thumb and finger. He rolled the hard tip, squeezing and plucking, then moving his other hand to her unattended breast.
“Harder,” she coached.
He complied, squeezing tighter, and tugging harder. She tipped her head back. “Yes, like that.”
He kept going, giving her even more pressure, sending jolts of heat and desire coursing through her.
Jill rubbed against his hard cock, not wanting to interrupt what he was doing, but wanting so much more.
“I—”
Without any input, he slid one hand to the middle of her back between her shoulder blades and tipped her back, lifting her and fastening his mouth over one nipple.
She gasped with pleasure that was both physical and emotional. The sensations were delicious, but she loved that he’d realized what she needed. She had no trouble with open communication about what it took to get her to orgasm, but she certainly didn’t mind if the man could figure some of it out on his own.
Zeke sucked hard, then swirled his tongue around the tip, sucked again, then grazed his teeth along the tender point.
Jillian gasped and tightened her thighs, squeezing her knees into the outside of his legs. The ache in her core was suddenly intense and she was wet and hot to a point she hadn’t been in forever.
“Zeke—” she started again.
But he switched sides just as she was about to ask him to.
He sucked, licked, sucked, and then bit again, scraping his teeth with the perfect amount of pressure to give her that little burst of pleasurable pain.
Oh, yes, this was going very well.
She clutched the back of his head, holding him close, encouraging him. She gripped his ponytail.
“Can I take your hair down?” she asked.
He barely lifted his head. “If I get to keep my mouth against these tits, you can do anything you want.”
She didn’t really want his mouth anywhere else. Okay, that wasn’t entirely true. She had some other ideas about where she’d like his tongue. She didn’t think he’d object either.
She pulled the tie from his hair, the long strands falling to his shoulders. She ran her fingers through it, combing it out. It was silky and soft, falling just past his shoulders, and had a slight wave.
She wanted to feel it brushing against her skin. All of her skin.
“God, that feels good, cher,” he muttered, before he sucked hard on her nipple again.
“I love your hair,” she told him.
“Yeah? Well, I’m a big fan of everything of yours so far.”
She laughed softly. “I’m not saying it’s going to be my favorite part.”
He lifted his hands and ran them both through her hair, then gathered it in one fist. Her hair was thick and naturally curly, but he seemed to have no problem holding the coiled dark strands in one big hand. He tugged slightly, tipping her head back and peering into her eyes.
“Just how much of this sweet body are you going to let me see?”
“As much as you want.”
His eyes flared with heat. “I want it all.”
“Very good answer,” she told him. “Because I want the same from you.”
He shook his head slightly. “I wasn’t expecting you…”
“You weren’t expecting me to what?”
“No, I think that’s it. I think I just wasn’t expecting you.”
That was actually kind of sweet. “You didn’t expect a one-night stand tonight?”
“Honestly? No. Not even after I met you. And I’m still not sure.”
“And why is that? Do I seem like a good girl?”
“Maybe. But I think it’s more that you seem to not like me very much.”
Huh. She wasn’t sure that was entirely true. But then again, she didn’t really know him. She hadn’t slept with a stranger before. She and Dan didn’t even know each other’s birthdays, but she liked his taste in wine, loved his taste in bed sheets, and preferred sex at his place because he had great after-sex snacks.
Okay, that all sounded pretty shallow.
“Would you have taken the goats back to their barn if I hadn’t made you?”
He was obviously surprised by her question for a moment. Then he seemed to be considering it. Finally he said, “No, probably not.”
“Because you really didn’t care what happened to them?”
It was possible that she didn’t like him.
“Because someone else would have taken care of it.” He lifted a shoulder. “That’s how things work here. For me. No matter what I might intend to do as far as good deeds are concerned, someone else nearly always gets there first. I guess I just…assume things will get taken care of.”
She narrowed her eyes. He seemed completely sincere. “And are your assumptions correct? All the time?”
He looked up at the ceiling, thinking. Then he nodded. “Yeah. There are a lot of people here who love to take care of things and are pretty kickass at it. So, yeah, my assumptions about that are always right.”
She supposed that didn’t make him a bad guy then. Just a little…irresponsible, maybe.
And hell, she didn’t need him taking care of her. She just needed an orgasm.
“Okay, I like you,” she decided.
“Yeah?”
He seemed to really want that to be true.
“Yep. And I really like what you do to me.” She wiggled her hips against his, which caused her breasts and the hard nipples he’d been so good to just a few minutes ago to brush against his chest.
He looked at her for a second as if thinking things over. “Then I say we keep going.”
“I say hell yes.”
With his hand still in her hair, he brought her head forward, covering her lips with his and immediately kissing her deep and dirty.
His tongue tasted and taunted, and all Jill could think was how much she wanted his tongue between her legs.
She was not a good girl but...
Yes, she was. But mostly because she didn’t have a lot of time or attention to give to things like flings and partying and being wild and free. And that was fine. She had chosen to dedicate her life to her work.