Page 11 of Carry Me Home
I laughed. “Eager, are you?” I meant it appreciatively, but she dropped my belt like she’d been scalded.
I frowned. This wasn’t the time for a heartfelt conversation, but I wasn’t going to pretend I didn’t see her, either. I took her hands and put them right back where they belonged: reaching for my dick.
“Don’t pretend you don’t want me, Janie. It hurts my feelings.” I whipped my shirt off over my head. “Now put your hands on my dick and tell me you think I’m pretty.”
Her eyes shot to mine and her flush deepened. But then she quirked an eyebrow at me and tossed her hair like she was accepting a dare. Her gaze swept over me, over the muscles women liked and the scars they sometimes didn’t. I knew people felt some kind of way about my scars. They were too thick, too ugly, and far too close to vital organs.
She took her time about it, and I could feel a blush climb my cheeks in spite of myself. I wasn’t soft like Janie. I wasn’t made of moonbeams and sunsets. People looked at Janie and saw beauty. They looked at me and saw death.
But when she slowly dragged her gaze back up to mine, her eyes were dark with hunger. “I think you’re pretty, Jack. But I think you would be even prettier on your knees.” She placed her hands on my shoulders and gave a firm push.
Hell, yes.
A shocked chuckle escaped me. It was the second time tonight Janie had surprised me. Whatever baggage she carried,she wasn’t going to let that stop her from asking for what she wanted.
And right now, what she wanted was exactly what I wanted to give her. I dropped to my knees so fast I made a breeze.
God, it had been too long since I’d done this. With my fingers on her thick thighs, I used my thumbs to spread her open. My mouth watered at the sight of her. Pink and copper everywhere.
“So fucking pretty, honey,” I murmured.
And then I couldn’t wait another second to have her taste on my tongue, her scent in my face. I licked her from her entrance to her clit, swirled my tongue rightthere, and licked her again.
“Oh,wow.” Her head lolled back and hit the door with a thunk. “Do that again.”
I did it again. Again and again until we were both groaning. I licked and sucked and nipped. One of her hands went to cup her own breast, and when she rolled her nipple between her thumb and finger, I nearly went out of my mind with jealousy. I wanted to play there, too, but not until I made her come on my tongue.
She was close. So damn close.
With one hand toying with her nipple piercings, her other hand clutching the back of my head, she rocked her hips against my mouth, taking her pleasure as much as I gave it. The taste of her…those fucking sounds she made…I was so hard it was painful. When I finally got my dick in her, I wasn’t going to last long.
That was fine. I was already planning for round two.
She ground her hips against my face as I found the rhythm that drove her crazy. Her grip tightened in my hair.
“I—”
She didn’t get another syllable out before she broke against me, her body quaking. I slipped my tongue inside her and lapped up every drop. She bowed over me as the pleasure ebbed,and I took the opportunity to haul her over my shoulder in a firemen’s hold.
Two steps to the bed and I tossed her on it, then crawled up her body, caging her in.
She stared at me with half-lidded, sated eyes. “Hey.”
“Hey,” I replied, and then kissed her. My heart beat hard in my chest. Fuck, I wanted her. But—“I don’t have a condom.”
“I do.” She fumbled open the drawer of the nightstand, felt around a bit, and produced a foil square.
I took it from her and tore it open. “Were you a Girl Scout, by any chance?”
“For a few years.” Her eyes narrowed and she tilted her head. “Why?”
“I was a Boy Scout.” I rolled the rubber down my dick, pinching the tip to make sure I had space becausefuck. When I blew, I was going to blowhard. I squeezed the base of my dick and tried to pull myself together. “We used to go camping. One time, we couldn’t get a fire started. It was the stupidest fucking thing. The wood was wet and we weren’t prepared for it. But the Girl Scout troop at the campsite over from ours, they were prepared. They saved our asses that night. I can always spot a Girl Scout. You know how?”
“How?” she asked.
“They’re always good in the clutch.”
I pushed into her. My eyes crossed as her slick, wet heat welcomed me in. I pushed further. And further. And then a little more.
