Page 70 of Where You're Planted

He clutched her hips, urging her to continue her undulating grind against his thigh, and then pushed her shirt up and over her head, revealing her breasts in a thin, black bra that puckered over the points of her nipples. Immediately, he covered one with his mouth, sucking hard through that smooth material, licking the firm peak and pulling a sharp cry from her throat. He searched for a clasp at her back, but the bra was all one smooth, stretchy garment, so he shoved that up, too, catching her hair as he yanked it off. He breathed an apology, trying to calm himself down, trying to be as tender with her as she deserved, but Tansy shook her head and pulled his mouth back down to her bare breast, urging him to continue. He palmed the other one, her stiff nipple pushing into the creases of his hand.

“God, your mouth,” she said. “Ofcourseit feels like this.”

“I can use my bossy mouth for good,” he agreed.

He felt the press of her fingers hooking into the front pocket of his jeans and tugging, and that touch so close to his dick had him suddenly as breathless as she was andrethinking how he could get inside her. He could turn her around and put her hands against the wall, but even in his frenzy, he was mindful of her bad ankle.

He grounded himself in the solid handhold of her hips, in the give of her body to the needy press of his fingers. Then he found her core, rubbing slow circles over her sweatpants, which she immediately chased, swiveling and angling her hips. “Oh God,” she breathed.

He slipped his hand inside her pants, meeting that smooth satin and then immediately pushing behind her panties, too, and finding her already slick. He stroked just wide of where she wanted him and down her folds so gently she tried to push herself into his touch, huffing in frustration. He gave her the pressure she wanted, circling her firmly before dipping just barely into her entrance.

“Jack,” she bit out, as much a complaint as a plea.

“You close already?” he asked, fully in awe that she could get this turned on for him so quickly.

“It’s been so long,” she breathed, her arms cinching tight over the tops of his shoulders, her face tucked into his neck. He was supporting nearly all her weight now, and he loved that she’d entrusted that job to him. She kissed his skin, hot and open-mouthed. “I can’t—I can’t slow it down.”

“I don’t want you to slow anything down. I want you to fucking get there.”

She expelled something between a laugh and a scoff. “So freaking bossy.”

Maybe it was bossy, but Jack knew she was getting close, and the last thing he wanted was her reining herself in, remembering her bullshit line about being a mom and a librarian. “If you don’t want me to boss you around, then take what you want, Tansy.”

He felt her flutter around his fingers. “Come on, sweetheart,” he murmured. “It’s yours. Just take it.”

When she came, she stifled her cry by turning to bite into the meat of his shoulder. That sudden sting and the uninhibited movement of her body and the way her breathing hitched with her breaking point were almost enough to bring him to the edge himself. He was painfully hard and rocked against her hip, next to where his hand was drawing the last of her orgasm out of her.

She loosened her hold and slid down his body, her feet flat on the floor again, sated and wobbly and perfectly wrecked. “We need a bed. Or a couch. I want you on top of me, and we can’t—not in my room. I share it with Briar.” Then she lowered to one knee and reached for his belt buckle.

Jack grabbed her arms and hauled her back up. “What are you doing?”

“It’s your—”

“I don’t even want you standing right now. I definitely don’t want you kneeling on concrete. Christ, Tansy. Get up. This isn’t some transaction.”

She blushed. “I don’t know how this works. I haven’t ever done the casual hookup thing.”

Was that what she thought this was? He’dcalledit a date. He was wearing his fucking date shirt.

“You’ll have to walk me through it,” she went on. “We just…scratch the itch, get it out of our systems before Briar comes back?”

Before Briar comes back.Next week. She was giving himone week?

Jack dragged a hand down his face. He didn’t want this to have an expiration date before it had even really started. But she’djusttold him she didn’t want something serious, thatshe didn’t want to choose between Briar and a man. He’d just figured there was some middle ground between the kind of commitment he’d thought she meant andone week. Now that he knew what she felt like, what she sounded like when she let herself go, he wantedmoreof her.Allof her. Next week was nowhere near long enough.

“Does that usually work?” she asked. “Because I have to admit, what we did just now does not make me want youless.”

“Is that what you want?” he asked, cautious. “To stop when Briar comes back?”

“I mean, I don’t know how to do this with her home. We share a bed, Jack.”

“No, yeah, I get that.”

“Isn’t this what you want? You don’t do relationships.”

Heusuallydidn’t. And that had been for good reason.

“So…this works for both of us,” she said when he didn’t answer.

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