Page 25 of Putting Out
“Don’t you think we’re getting a little old for this?”
“Oh, no. Is this some kind of ‘man problem?’ Because if you need to get a pill or something, I’m totally cool with that.”
Luke reached out and took her hand and slid it under the sheets. He heard her soft moan as her fingers wrapped around his swollen cock. He muffled a groan as he allowed her fingers to play with him for a delightful minute. Before he weakened, he pulled her hand out from under the covers, but still held on to it, his fingers linked between hers. He brought her hand to his mouth and kissed the base of her palm and felt her pulse leap in response.
“This isn’t about sex, Slice. It’s about us. It’s about growing up.”
He saw her confusion but he wasn’t sure what else to tell her. He knew when he came back this time things had to be different. It had been easy for them that first time to enjoy each other, but what had been even more shocking to him was how easy they had both been able to walk away. He’d expected tears when he told her he had to leave to go back on tour. He’d thought she would scream and beg him to take her with him, or at least make some kind of promise to her.
She hadn’t. Instead, she’d gotten dressed, thanked him for a great first time, wished him luck on his next event and asked maybe if he was in the area, if he could visit her at college some time. They could hook up.
He’d visited her at college twice. They’d never talked about anything other than golf and what they’d wanted to do to each other sexually. Maybe back then he would have considered a relationship with her if she’d pressed him, but she never did. In fact, she often spoke about how perfect their non-relationship-relationship was.
Then he'd decided he needed to get serious about his life and so he’d gotten married. To someone else. Within two months of his marriage, just about when he realized he’d made a colossal mistake, Reilly had called to let him know she was engaged.
Reilly sighed. “Are you getting philosophical on me? You know I hate that shit.”
“I’m telling you I’m not sneaking around your grandparents’ house like a sixteen-year-old horny kid. Now go to bed like the good little girl I know you can be.”
She eyed him suspiciously and he could see her playing out all of her options in her head. It was just one more thing that made her frightening as an opponent on the golf course. She was a consummate strategist.
Pulling her hand from his, which he hadn’t even realized he’d still been holding, she allowed it to fall onto his bare chest. Whisper-soft she ran a finger down the center of his body until she reached the edge of the sheet. His eyes must have followed her finger the whole way because when he caught himself and looked up to meet her gaze, he saw a satisfactory smile on her face.
“What is this some kind of hard-to-get bit?”
“No,” he stated. Then ruined the effect by shifting his body under the covers so as not to tent the sheets quite so much.
“Come on. It’s late and I’m needy. I bet if I just put my leg on this side of you…” Reilly lifted her leg and straddled his hip with it. “Then settled down on top of you like so….”
Her cotton- clad bottom bumped against his covered sex then rested on his stomach.
Luke gritted his teeth against the need boiling inside. He clasped her around the hips and heard a soft gasp. His hands tightened on her flesh as he battled every natural instinct he had. In a fluid movement, he used his strength to turn her onto her back and then rolled out of the bed.
Forcing himself not to look at her, he moved around the bed to the window overlooking the lake. The moon was high. The picture of a soft blue glow over barren fields should have been soothing but it wasn’t.
He heard the creak of the bed and the soft stride of her feet on the floor. His hope was she would listen to what he said about it being disrespectful and leave, but he knew her better than that.
He also knew her needs could be as great as his. That was as shocking as it was arousing because his need for her was pretty damn strong.
The slide of her palm down his back until it rested at the base of his spine had him close to purring like a cat.
“I’m not strong enough to do this, Reilly.”
Her hand reached around his hips and found him again still hard and pulsing. She teased him then stroked him in a way he knew he’d damn well taught her. Firm hold, hard strokes, her fingers toying the rim of the head, making him practically purr.
“I beg to differ,” she murmured as she kissed the center of his back. “Luke, I don’t know why you’re fighting me. Or yourself for that matter, but let’s not fight. Too much is happening. I need you. I need you to center me. You can do that. Please do that for me.”
If there had ever been born a man who could have refused such a plea, Luke would have bowed to his superior willpower. Because he didn’t have it. With a quick move he grabbed her wrist and pulled her hand away from his dick. Then with a tug, he was pulling her underneath his arm so she was in front of him. The window was framed with a sill he used to plant her butt on so she was waist high. He took off her tank top in one long pull and then watched as the eerie blue moonlight illuminated her breasts.
Just like he remembered them, firm and plump and tipped with the tightest, sweetest nipples he’d ever had in his mouth. He traced a finger down the center of her body and then lightly brushed over her hardening nipple with this thumb. Her body rippled and it pleased him.
Bending down, he feasted on her and listened as her head fell back against the glass.
If he wanted to he could make her come this way. Just by teasing and tugging on the tips of her breasts until she couldn’t breathe anymore. Her nipples were so damn sensitive and he loved to play with them to torture her. But she’d started this and now he was too far gone to stop until it was over. He needed to be inside her. Now.
While his mouth traced a path from one peak to the next, his hands reached for the elastic band at her waist. He wrapped an arm around her back and lifted her even as his other hand pulled the pants down until they slid off her legs.
Those long legs wrapped around his back. He could feel her powerful thighs clenching his hips, drawing him closer while her hands traced a path around and down his spine. His cock brushed along the soft patch of curls and he could feel how wet she was. Could smell her arousal.
