Page 5 of Vinter
Shit.
She needed one who’d give her all his time, all his attention, all his dick. She didn’t need a man she had to share with another woman. She didn’t need a man who would lie to her. She needed a man who would lay with her and share their bed with no one but her.
“I’ve never done this kind of thing. Get into a stranger’s car after attacking him outside a bar. Going home with him to have sex." She toyed with the clasp of her watch, flipping it open, then snapping it closed. "I guess I’m a little nervous. I thought I was ready to settle down, get serious. I didn’t think I’d be jumping into rebound sex because my ego needed a boost.”
Vinter laughed. “Nothing wrong with boosting your ego with a little over-the-top, out-of-this-world sex. Nothing wrong with rebound fun or what we’re doing.” Which was so much more than rebound fun in his mind. “Trust me, I don’t mind helping you get over him if I can make you feel great in the meantime.”
She grinned in return. It was the first full smile she’d given him and he loved it. It was beautiful, free, open. And if he didn’t keep his eyes on the road, they’d have to put off sex for a while as they figured out how to get out of the ditch.
“You’re not my normal type either," she continued. “Is that sad? I mean, you know, that I have a type? Or think I do. I want the house and the picket fence. I want the relationship and the love ever after.”
“What’s wrong with that? What's wrong with wanting love? You should have what you want. You only have to be willing to adjust what you think might get that for you. Be open to whatever the possibility may be.”
“I guess. You'll be damn dangerous to my libido, you know. Among other things.” She shrugged. “This isn’t like me, at least not the me I’ve become. I’ve grown up. It’s not as simple anymore. Sex, that is. Not with a man like you.”
“What does that mean? What is a ‘man like me’?”
“Dark. Dirty. Hard. Unconventional.”
Well, holy shit. He hadn’t expected that from her. It was blatant and honest. He reached over and snagged one of her hands in his, bringing it back to his lap and resting it on his crotch. He lifted his hips up and hissed through his teeth when she cupped him. “The danger goes both ways, but it’ll all be okay. I promise. And I won’t let you get attached until you’re ready.”
“Until I’m ready, huh?” She gave a playful squeeze, but if she’d kept doing it, kept up the pressure, he’d come again. He wanted her to unbutton and unzip him, lower her head to his lap, and suck him until they got to his house. “Your jeans are wet,” she said in the dark confines of the car.
He smirked. “No shit. It’s all your fault, too.”
“Mine?”
"Mmm. But I bet your panties are as wet as my jeans.”
“You can check them later if you want.”
“Fuck.” He bit the word out before he could stop it. Not that it mattered. The woman unraveled his famous control and he hadn’t even been inside her yet.
Detailed images flooded his mind of her panties drenched with her cum. Damn.
Neither said anything else for the rest of the drive to his small house. He lived on the outskirts of a town halfway between Atlanta and the Tennessee state line.
The house wasn’t much to look at on the outside, but he’d remodeled the inside over the last year. There hadn’t been a woman over since he finished. He was going to christen the place with this particular woman’s body.
He pulled into the drive, parked, and turned off the ignition. Her hand rested limp and soft between his legs, and when he looked over, he found her asleep. His walking, talking wet dream had fallen asleep in the car. Though his dick hadn’t softened any, something inside him did at the sight of her. Was she comfortable with him or was she so exhausted that the drive relaxed her enough to let her rest? Could be it was the alcohol, or it was the orgasm. Could be it was a combination of it all. None of the reasons mattered. He’d take care of her.
He unlatched her seat belt before he got. Opening her door, he took the purse from her lap and set it on the roof car before leaning in to wake her.
With gentle hands, he turned her face to him and kissed her eyelids. She moaned and nuzzled her cheek in his hand. She was so sweet to look at. He hated that her heart suffered because of someone, but he would get her through it to the other side. He knew what tonight was about and he was okay with that, even if he gave her grief about it earlier. There might even be more than tonight, but they’d take it one step at a time. He was nothing if not patient when he wanted something and he damn sure wanted her. He knelt on the ground and leaned in to kiss the corner of her lips. “Wake up, baby. We’re here. Let’s get you inside.”
After a few seconds of him rubbing his thumb over her cheek, her eyes fluttered open. “I fell asleep.”
Her voice was all soft, sexy sleepiness. He smiled. “You did.”
“I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be. C’mon, I’ll help you out of the car.” He took her hand in his and let her take her time easing herself up and out of the deep bucket seat. He grabbed her purse, closed the door, and walked her up to the front of the house, holding her close against his side. He locked the car from the fob in his hand, then inserted the house key and unlocked the door, ushering her inside.
“Kick off your shoes,” he murmured once they were inside.
Leaning against the door, she did as he told her. He hadn’t noticed her pretty pink toenails before, but they winked at him when she toed off her sandals. Was there anything at all about this woman that didn’t make him want to throw her down and rut like an animal? Because so far, everything she did made him want to stuff himself inside her, feel her close around him, and fuck.
With her head reclining back and her dreamy, half-closed eyes gazing at him, he stripped her of her shirt and bra. She never protested, only moved her body to accommodate him, making it easier for him to undress her. His breath caught when he had her naked from the waist up.
