I couldn’t sleep.

One full day, and half of another filled with good food and the hottest fucking sexy of my life and I was staring at a sliver of wall bathed in moonlight. Lacey was curled into my side, one delicate hand resting low on my stomach. Her soft breaths fanned the hairs feathering my chest and the scent of her skin like dewy petals and sex, had my cock stirring to life.

But I let her sleep. I knew if I reached out to her, touched her silky skin that she would stir and come to me. And I could lose myself in her. Again. But I couldn’t. No, I could, but I wouldn’t. That last time had been too…, too something. I knew tonight had to be the last.

In a few hours I would wake her up with an orgasm that would likely ruin her for other men, and then I would take her home and say goodbye. We might run into each other now that I was back in Portland and Lukas was my closest friend, but it wouldn’t be weird.

Lacey wasn’t one to cause a scene.

Thank goodness for that.

When I woke up later, her soft feminine weight pressed down on me and a curtain of blond hair blocked all but a few shards of sunlight filtering through. Lacey was smiling down at me, desire burning in her gaze.

“It’s a good thing you woke up, things were about to get inappropriate.”

A laugh roared out of me at her words, and that little swirl of her hips made me groan. “I’ll go back to sleep, and then you can get as inappropriate as you like.” Her laugh, sweet and husky, hit me in the gut. My teeth clenched when her fingers grazed my sac. “Just out of curiosity, what would you have done?”

She leaned forward, her tits brushing against the hairs on my chest as she nipped my ear. “I would have ridden your face and made myself cum.”

I groaned and smacked my hands against her ass until she began to slide up my body. “Now you have to.”

A little shiver shook her, making her tits jiggle and drawing my attention to the stiff pink buds. Straddling my face backwards, she dipped low until my tongue swiped across her clit. “Ooh, Walker!” She did another little wiggle and moaned.

I got lost in the sexy sounds she made, the way her hips ground against me, the way her body begged for the orgasm I controlled. She cried and moaned, grunted, gasped and cursed her pleasure as it drew closer and closer to the edge. Then I pulled back.

“I’m going to kill you,” she promised, grinding harder against my face as her breathing grew shallow.

I laughed and sucked her clit, swelling with pride as she jerked forward. “Oh, fuck!” And then her mouth was on my cock, lips wrapped tight as her tongue scraped against the underside of my cock. She took me deep and then deeper still until I hit the back of her throat. As she tasted every inch of me, groaning like it was her favorite dessert. Her hips moved faster and I smiled. I loved the freaky ones who got off on things like sucking my dick, they had the best orgasms.

Her orgasm grew closer, and this time I would let her have it. Wrapping my arms around her waist to hold her still, I licked and sucked, licked and sucked while she cried out around my cock until my hips were thrusting up. Deep. My teeth grazed her clit and then I sucked it into my mouth, hard and fast until she fell, jerking and convulsing in pleasure with my cock still in her mouth.

I fucked her mouth, hard and fast, and she took it, still grinding her pussy against my face until I shot my load down her throat. Her lips and tongue kept moving until I was spent. “Holy hell, Walker!” her tongue swiped the still leaking slit on my head, making my hips buck.

She turned around and her hands glided up my chest. “Like that did you?”

“It was so hot.” She placed her core against my mouth again, her hips moving gently. I flattened my tongue, holding her thighs when she shivered. “You’re so good at that.” She rode my tongue for a few more minutes, like she couldn’t get enough, and that shit was intoxicating.

I gave her another orgasm and then another in the shower. “You’re just a little firecracker, aren’t you?” I couldn’t look away as she slid on a green thong with a black bow at the base of her spine. Blond curls spilling over her pale skin, she looked like a woman who’d been well loved. Well fucked. Good and properly fucked.

“Not usually, but you are a skilled lover. I like that about you.” Her words were even, sincere and she didn’t look all that wistful. “Don’t worry Walker, this was great but I won’t be making a late night booty call if that’s what’s got your pretty face all twisted up.”

Her words brought me up short. “Why the hell not?”

She laughed and rolled her eyes like I was her annoying older brother. It was affectionate. I’d just given her more orgasms than she’d ever had, and she looked affectionate. “You don’t want me as a booty call, you said so yourself.”

“I said don’t make me out to be something I’m not.” But we both knew what the warning had been. Don’t fall for me, and don’t expect anything more than sex.

“And I won’t. But if you keep scowling at me like that, I might stalk you just to amuse myself.” She wore a devilish grin that I’d learned from Lukas’ stories, meant trouble. Mischief.

“I’m not scowling.”

She walked over to me, bare tits on display and pressed her thumbs between my brows until my muscles relaxed. “Now you’re not scowling.” She flashed a smile and stepped back but my hands shot out and grabbed her hips, pulled her close.

I wanted her again. I needed to bury myself in her again. Already. “These panties,” I growled.

She laughed and put a hand to my chest. “We have to go, remember?”

“It’s my plane. It goes when I go.” And I wouldn’t let it go anywhere until I felt her come on my cock again and watched her skin flush as she arched into me. “Lacey.”

“I’m thinking,” she said and looked around the room. Her gaze landed on the mirror and a smile lit her face. “I want to see.”

Four simple words left me undone. My control snapped and I lined us up in front of the mirror, watching her face shift from curiosity to desire to shy and back to desire. Her face was so fucking expressive, not jaded and cynical like other women I knew.

I knew that this weekend hadn’t been normal for me. And when I got back to the city I was determined to stay the hell away from Lacey Sayers.