“Damn, Tess, if you wanted to be in charge, all you had to do was ask.”
She leaned over, elbows beside his shoulders, her breath washing over his lips. “I prefer to keep my opponent off guard.”
Hell if she hadn’t done that the whole time he’d known her. When she leaned over and gave his lower lip a quick bite, sucking it, his eyes closed as a wave of ecstasy swept over him.
“So I’m the opponent?” His voice came out rough, sounding very much as he felt—that what little control he had was rapidly crumbling.
She sat up and pulled her shirt over her head, revealing a tiny black bra that barely covered the tops of her breasts. “If you fight me on this, absolutely.”
“Honey, I have no intention of fighting anything.” He decided to have some fun of his own, reaching up to take hold of the fabric barely holding in her curves and tugging it down to expose them completely. “I just thought you might want a soft bed to do this in.”
Her fingers trailed along his jawline and one brow edged up. “I don’t want a soft… anything.”
To prove her point, she widened her legs and settled fully against him, shifting her hips along his length.
No softness there. Just a pulsing need that wouldn’t quit.
Tessa balled her skirt up and allowed it to rest on the tops of her thighs, baring them, while she reached for the button of his slacks.
“Wait.” He gritted out the word. “I told you I don’t want this to be a quickie. I want to enjoy you.”
“After getting me all worked up in the car as we drove here? No chance. And, believe me, I intend to enjoy it. Fully. Deeply.” The button popped free, and his zip went down. “And I somehow think you’ll manage to come along for the ride.”
At the rate she was going it would be a very short trip. But if that’s the way she wanted it, who was he to turn her down?
Then she had him in her hands. Squeezing. Stroking. Driving him out of his mind.
“Condom.”
“Pill.”
“In that case…” He took hold of her butt with both hands and lifted her slightly, waiting for her to hold herself in that position. Then he reached beneath her skirt and found her panties. Moist heat met his touch as he edged aside the silky fabric. “Let’s see just how fully and deeply we can go.”
He guided himself into position. She immediately pushed down hard until she was fully seated, a soft sound coming from her lips as she paused there. “Damn.”
Damn? Damn?
“Too deep?” Afraid he was hurting her, he started to reach for her, only to have her wave away his hands.
“No. Too good.” She sat very still, her bared breasts rising and falling as she breathed in and out, mouth open, eyes closed.
Hadn’t she just suggested that she was going to make him pay for what he’d done in the car?
Too late for you to try to draw things out now, darling.
And he was going to make sure she suffered as much as he was suffering. One hand went to her breast and the other beneath her skirt, both finding their targets within seconds.
Her eyes flashed open. “Wh-what are you doing?”
“Keeping my opponent off guard.” With that he pressed up deeper with his hips and used his thumb to glide over that most sensitive part of her.
Tessa moaned. “No, I won’t be able to—”
“Don’t, then, baby. Let it go.”
He kept up his assault, stoking with his hands and pumping with his hips, until she joined him, riding him, her hands on his shoulders.
A few seconds later her movements became jerky and erratic, fingertips digging into his skin.
Yes!
She cried out, and her flesh clenched down tight on him, sending a searing stream of pleasure through his system that he no longer tried to fight. Instead, he released his hold, his own orgasm breaking free with a violent series of spasms that made his vision go dark for several long seconds.
When he finally came back to himself Tessa was half lying across his chest, one arm curled around the top of his head.
They were a tangled mess of clothing and limbs.
And Clay wouldn’t have had it any other way.
Or maybe he would. Because he wasn’t done with her. Not yet.
So, keeping the contact between their bodies, he rolled her beneath him, his body already responding to the thoughts that were beginning to filter through his head. “Let’s say we try that again. Only this time in my bed. And without our clothes.”
She smiled up at him and the pure contentment on her face sent a twinge of warning through him that he ignored.
“What fun would that be?” she murmured.
“Oh, I bet we can figure something out. And I promise I can make it a whole lot of fun.”
Tessa actually laughed. “Then lead the way. And if you think I’m not going to hold you to that promise, buster, you’re very much mistaken.”
They had a small going-away party for Caren, just the housemates. But it was hard to concentrate on sending her friend off when her mind was on what she’d done last night with Clay. They’d made love several times and it had taken her until tonight when she’d opened up her packet of birth control pills to realize there were three extra pills in her little round compact.
She’d missed taking them the past three nights.
Three!
That had happened a couple of times over the past six months, but as she hadn’t been sleeping with anyone she hadn’t worried about it. Her night shifts always threw her schedule off, and it had been a crazy couple of weeks. Every other time she’d simply caught up with her dosage and gone on with life.
She swallowed as the implication hit her.
This wasn’t “every other time.”
Clay had offered to use a condom.
Why hadn’t she let him?
She’d been too caught up in her own greedy need to get him inside her, and she had no idea if the condom he’d talked about had been in his wallet or in another room of the house. And she hadn’t wanted him to get up.
Besides, she was on the Pill! Or she had been. And she hadn’t planned on spending the entire night at his place. She’d figured she’d just take it when she got home.
Panic flashed through her system. What if his sperm had already made its way to an egg?
Would taking a Pill now undo it all? Maybe.
Which is what you need to do!
Or there were morning-after pills. That might be the best route.
But hadn’t she been thinking about adoption or in vitro once her residency was completed? The image of herself holding Clay’s baby began growing in her head.
What if this was fate’s way of telling her to go for it? That now was the time?
And what about Clay? Did he have no say in the matter…? She didn’t know. Her emotions were a huge jumbled knot in her stomach.
She needed to give herself a few hours or a day to think this through. It wasn’t as if she had to decide in the next fifteen minutes.