Playing Dirty (Stargazer #2)(72)
Author: Jennifer Echols

He put his hand to her cheek. His callused fingers still trembled. He whispered, “When I saw that guy, I just . . . It was this animal thing. I had to have you. Mine.”

She decided to believe him, for now, because it was so good.

He moved again, long and hard inside her, and kissed her while he made slow love to her. The chill of cooled sweat on her skin turned hot once more. The late afternoon sun filtered through the curtains and bathed them both in its orange glow. She listened to cars passing and people laughing in the street as his tongue caressed her mouth. His c**k rocked her gently, yet pushed her beyond where she’d thought her limits had been, deep into her. He held her hand with his big hand.

She thought it was her moan each time he pressed far into her that changed the tone. The languid afternoon honed a sharp edge as his mouth grew more insistent on her mouth and his c**k massaged her harder and faster. She felt herself rising. She turned her head so his tongue played in her ear and she could talk. She wasn’t sure what she said, but it involved Quentin and it was dirty.

She came just at the moment he began to climb. Her orgasm went on and on and folded over on itself as he thrust into her. Finally he squeezed her hand, and she watched the hard muscles of his stomach tense as he came.

He collapsed onto her and kissed her gently, so slowly. Kissed eyelids. Cheek. Neck. Breast. A pause to suck her nipple. Kissed her shoulder. Inside of elbow. Wrist. Each finger of the hand he held. Then back to her mouth again, a sexy grind of his tongue inside her mouth. Still holding her hand, he propped his chin in his other hand and gazed at her.

“The dark look remains,” she said. “This happened after the hand job, too. Coming makes you vacant. The porch light’s on, but no one’s home.”

“No,” he said. “It makes me think, which is a real scary thing for me to be doing.” His hand played with her hand, tracing up and down her fingers and circling in her palm. “I want you to know something. That first night, and the next morning, I never forgot your name.”

She laughed. “So you’re full of shit. Which I knew.”

He gave her a lopsided grin. “Can’t a man be serious for once?”

Natsuko said, “No,” while Sarah whimpered.

He dropped her hand and smoothed his hand across the flat of her belly. Her sex began to ache for him again.

But instead of moving his hand lower and rubbing there, abruptly he rolled away and stood. “Back in a few.”

“Mm. ’Kay,” she managed. She had hoped he would take her again. Harder, if possible. Surely that wasn’t all? No, of course that wasn’t all. He’d said he would be back.

Staring at the ceiling, she breathed deeply and let out long sighs of satisfaction. She ought to be worried about what they’d done, what this meant for his relationship with Erin and her job with Stargazer. Her mind kept hitting this problem and skipping over it like a song on a scratched CD. The lyrics that played in her head, strong and loud, were that she’d had sex with Quentin Cox the country singer. It had been excellent. And on some level, she had known all along this would happen.

A noise in the hallway brought her attention back to the reality of her apartment. Bags rustled and cans clanked together as he picked up the groceries he’d dropped at the front door. The sounds came again as he set the groceries down on the kitchen counter. Then, in her bathroom, the shower and the fan turned on.

She rubbed her thighs lightly with her fingertips, thinking of her last shower with him. Maybe this was an invitation for an encore.

Or he just wanted to take a shower. And if she went in after him, she would be the groupie slut that she’d pretended to be at the lake.

As she moved her fingertips up to caress her ni**les, she decided that she could not possibly be a groupie slut when he was in her apartment. So she slipped from the tangled sheets and padded into the bathroom after him.

Through the steam, she saw that a single condom packet sat waiting on the bathroom counter. That was her answer.

She’d passed through this bathroom plenty of times while Harold was taking a shower. She paused with her hand on the shower door, taking in the dark blur of Quentin’s body behind the wet glass, so much taller and more powerful than Harold’s body. She opened the door.

Quentin was watching her already, green eyes intent, as he worked a bar of soap in his hands. As soon as she clicked the door shut behind her, he reached for her, smoothing the suds across her chest. He circled her ni**les with his thumbs. Every part of her body responded, wanting him close to her, on top of her, inside her. His hands traveled down her hips and kneaded her thighs, and she opened her legs for him. His fingers found her curls and rubbed them clean, then pulled her into the hot shower stream to rinse her. She pressed her face into his rock-hard biceps and tried her best to hold on as he massaged her.

Remembering that she owed him one, she moved her mouth to his nipple, circled it with her tongue, bit gently. He made a noise, something between a grunt and a laugh. She licked her way down his sternum. But with a quick glance up at his face, she saw that he followed her movements with his green eyes hard and his strong jaw locked. He was waiting patiently for one thing.

He held her by the elbows as she eased down to her knees on the tile. She reached for his erection.

She opened her mouth wide to slip the thick ridge of his head past her lips. There she paused, both hands gripping his solid thighs, and thought about what she was doing: giving the front man of the Cheatin’ Hearts a blow job. Then she rose up on her knees and took as much of him into her mouth as she could, feeling his head bump against the back of her throat.

Even over the sounds of the fan and streaming water, she heard him gasp and try to keep control with hard, short breaths through his nose. One of his hands fisted her hair and the other supported her chin, guiding her where he wanted her to go. She loved that he knew what he desired, and he took it from her. That made her want to pleasure him even more. She opened wider but pressed him with her lips. As she pictured what she must look like to him, she felt her ni**les beading in the hot water, and her sex was slick and ready.

Stroking into her mouth and out, holding her head steady, he growled, “Remember what I told you would happen if you tried to get me off in the shower?”

She did remember, and her body flashed hot at the threat.

He released her and pulled away from her. Then he grabbed her up from the floor and kicked the shower door open so hard that it banged against the wall. He hauled her out of the hot spray into the cool bathroom. Throwing a towel down on the edge of the counter, he forced her down onto it and held her there with one heavy hand. She was able to see his blurry reflection in the mirror as he picked up the condom packet with the other hand and tore it open with his teeth. He watched himself unroll the sheath. And then he watched himself guide his dick inside her.