Chapter Twelve
Luke swiped the room card and pushed open the door. He wasn’t expecting much, but it didn’t matter. He didn’t need a palace to seduce the beautiful woman next to him, he only needed a reason. Greer walked in ahead of him, and he flicked on the light. Fully expecting 1970s orange-and-green decor, he was surprised to find a modern room in silver and blue.
She threw her purse on the bed as he locked the door, already imagining her all spread out on top of the geometric quilt, her hair spilling over the side.
He came up behind her and put a hand to the back of her neck and whispered in her ear.
“Take off your dress.”
He held her nape as she moved her hair to one side and slid down the thin straps of her sundress. It fell with a flutter to her feet. The smooth rise of her ass was luscious and naked.
“Where are your panties”
She gave a playful shrug. “I didn’t put any on today.”
His cock twitched and pressed uncomfortably against his jeans. “You haven’t been wearing any this entire time?”
“No.”
He’d thought more than once about running his hand up her leg and beneath her dress on the drive. It was a good thing he hadn’t, or they’d have ended up in a ditch somewhere. With his free hand, Luke unsnapped her bra, and she slid it down her arms and onto the floor. Grabbing a fistful of her hair, he turned her, taking a second to enjoy the view of her bare breasts, and the soft swell of her tummy and hips. Tilting her head with a pull of his hand, he crushed his lips to hers and inhaled her soft breath. He kissed her until her lips swelled beneath his, and then he kissed her again, harder, sweeping his tongue through her mouth and savoring her sweetness. She was panting when he stepped back.
Pulling an ottoman from beneath a desk, he placed a pillow on top and positioned her to kneel before it and lay her upper body on top. God, her perfect ass was front and center in his view, her legs crossed at the ankles as she held the position and waited.
Whipping off his shirt, he dropped to his knees behind her, placing a kiss on one round ass cheek. A trio of soft moans fluttered from her lips as he kissed his way over her backside taking time to tease her lower spine until goose bumps flared on her skin.
Peppering kisses over her tailbone, he caressed her inner thigh with his hand, then her mound, easily parting her.
“You want more?” he asked.
“God, yes.”
Sliding a finger inside her, he slowly worked it in and out before adding another. She tightened around him as he began a firm rhythm. She was so wet, he added another finger with ease, pumping them into her as he rubbed her nub until she was bucking and swaying against the ottoman. He wanted to kick out of his clothes and slide deep inside her, but watching her coming apart beneath his hands was too fucking hot. She spread her legs wider. The view made him crazy with need. Bending low over her again, he carefully slid a fourth finger inside her tight channel.
“Oh God.” She gripped the sides of the ottoman with her hands. “You’re hitting that spot so good.” Her voice was thick and tortured.
Inside, she swelled and pressed against his touch, almost like her body was trying to push him out.
Clenching against his hand, she gave a cry the entire first floor probably heard. His chest swelled, knowing he was making her feel this good, go this crazy. Her hands gripped the sides of the pillow as she buried her face, crying out as her body tensed and she came hard against him.
Somehow, he managed to kick off his shoes, and stood to strip off his pants. Then, he helped her turn onto her back with her legs bent over the edge of the ottoman. Her face was flushed, her eyes glassy as she scooted up until she lie on the ottoman with her head touching the edge. She beckoned him with the curve of one finger.
“Come here and get on your knees.”
Kneeling in front of her, he took her face in his hands. She looked at him upside down as she grabbed his cock and urged him forward a little more. He scooted closer, and she took him into her mouth. The first contact caused chills to burst along his lower spine. He ran his hands down the sides of her neck to her shoulders and cupped her breasts in his hands as she took him deeper.
“Jesus Christ!”
Never had he imagined his best friend would be the kind of girl to master the deep-throat. He’d been fantasizing about her all wrong. She was a sex kitten through and through, and the more they played, the more she showed just how naughty she could be.
She breathed through her nose, the muscles along her neck tight as she took him as deep as he’d go. The tingling at the base of his spine got stronger, as a familiar tightness started in his thighs. The tight grip of her throat made him see stars every time he slowly thrust, and if he kept this up, he was going to explode.
He carefully backed away from her, taking his time to withdraw from the heat of her mouth.
“Get up.” He urged her to stand, smiling at how her legs trembled. God, he loved that they could make each other feel like this. He sat on the edge of the cushion with a leg on either side, and had her sit facing him. Gripping her hips, he pulled her forward until she leaned back and her thighs came to rest on top of his. Her hips were angled up, with his thighs beneath her and her upper back resting on the length of the ottoman. He angled his hips and drove his cock into her. From this angle, he’d be able to hit her G-spot again. Giving her that pleasure was all he could think about.
From the way she tossed her head and grabbed his wrists, he figured he found it.
“Luke, Luke, Luke.” She panted his name. The desperate tone to her voice pushed him toward the edge. He gripped her hips harder, thrust deeper with his hips tipped up just enough that he rubbed that spot inside her over and over.
“Yes, that’s it!” She dug her nails into his flesh, and he let himself go, spilling deep inside her tight body. A crack of thunder shook the room, the lights flickering before the room went dark.
He held onto her thighs until the pleasure passed and she stopped shaking and the dark closed into his awareness.
“Shit.” Still breathing hard, he scrambled around on the floor for his jeans and fished his cell phone from his pocket. Turning on the flashlight app, he tossed the phone on the bed. Greer lay still, eyes closed and a smile on her pouty lips. In the illumination, her hair looked white, like an angel’s.
She’d always been his angel.
If he could keep her this way, keep them exactly like this, he would. With a sigh, she scooted off him and flopped onto the bed.
“We have a problem,” she said.
He smoothed his bangs from his eyes and joined her on the bed. “Yeah, electricity is out.”
“No. I’m hungry. Somebody didn’t give me time to finish my dinner.”
“I was in a hurry for dessert.”
She laughed, and he pulled her close and wrapped his body around her. Spooning had never been his thing, but the curve of her ass and the warmth of her back was perfect against his middle. She settled in like she belonged there.
His throat went tight. A guy could get used to this every night.
“Greer,” he whispered. “About the things I said at the restaurant…”
“It’s okay. I know that despite everything, this is temporary.” Her voice was thick, sleepy. Or, was it something else? Temporary was a bitter word. She turned in his arms and put her face against his chest. “Besides, sex with you is doing exactly what you said it would. It’s helping me work through the bad stuff. You’re a good friend, Luke, to help me out like this.”
She huffed a little laugh, teasing him, but he couldn’t return the jesting. The promotion and all that it offered was something he’d been working toward for months. Feeling this contentment, this peace, in her arms was years in the making. He wanted them equally, but he couldn’t have them both. There’d be no benefit to her if he didn’t get that job.
She’d just been given a six-figure-plus job offer on a silver platter, and he was struggling to work his way up a ladder that could crack at any moment. If she stayed in EMS and he didn’t get the promotion, he’d never be able to give her the things she was used to. If she took the job at the law office, he’d be so far beneath her professionally and financially, he’d never see his balls again.
“Temporary, exactly,” he said, but the words sounded empty.