“If we’d hired another event planner, we’d have paid them, wouldn’t we?”
“Yes.”
“Then enough talk about the money.”
“Okay.”
He looked upstairs. “Nathan home?”
“No, he’s out with some of the guys from the team tonight.”
“Oh. Will he be home soon?”
“I have to pick him up later.”
“Uh-huh.”
She arched a brow. “Did you come over to see Nathan?”
“Yeah, I’m secretly only seeing you so I can be Nathan’s best friend.” He pulled her onto his lap. “I think you know why I came over here.”
And just like that her heart started racing, her body temperature rose, and heat filled her. Lying against him like this, her thighs over his, her breast rubbing against his chest, put her libido into overdrive. The physical chemistry she shared with Mick was combustible.
She arched a brow. “So you thought you’d drop by for a booty call?”
He tilted his head back and laughed. “I assumed Nathan was home. So the answer is no.”
She affected a pout. “How disappointing. And here I thought you’d just come over to admire my ass.”
“You do have a great ass, Tara. I have no problem spending time worshipping it.”
“Really.”
His eyes went dark. “Yes. Want me to show you?”
Heat coiled low in her belly. “Oh, most definitely.”
He flipped her over so fast her head spun. He pulled down her shorts, dragging them to her knees. Her panties went next, and then his lips were on the globes of her ass, warm and making her pu**y quiver. She clenched her fingers in the couch cushions, needy for what Mick could give her.
He slipped his hand between her legs, sliding his fingers along her pu**y lips. “Is this what you want?” He tucked two fingers inside her, her pu**y already wet and ready for his invasion.
She arched against him, pushing back against his hand. “Yes.”
Time without him meant time thinking about him, about being with him, about doing this with him.
“You’ve been thinking about me kissing your ass, huh?”
She tilted her head to look at him. “Among other things.”
He pressed his lips to her bu**ocks while he finger-fucked her. “I’d like to know what other things you want me to do to you.”
He swept his fingers over her sex, swirling them over her clit, and any thoughts she had flittered away. “I can’t think when you’re touching me like that.”
“Really.”
“Yes.”
“Then just make noises if you like what I do.”
She did, letting out a whimper when he rubbed her butt with one hand and her pu**y with the other, especially when he trailed his finger between her butt cheeks, teasing her anus. The sensation was incredible, sparking her desire even more.
“Like that?”
“Yes.”
He teased her anus and slid his fingers into her pu**y, f**king her with relentless strokes until she lifted her butt in the air against him, craving more of what he gave her.
And then she felt his finger at her back entrance again, and this time it was wet, whether from his saliva or her juices, she didn’t know. But he slid it past the tight muscles, and oh, God, it felt so good she cried out, arching upward to get more of the burning, pleasurable pain that seemed to make her pu**y pulse, too.
He f**ked her pu**y with his fingers, using his thumb to swirl over her clit, while at the same time sliding his finger in and out of her ass. Her mind tried to process of all the sensations, and it overwhelmed her with the sweetest, most wicked pleasure she’d ever felt.
“I’d like to f**k your ass sometime, Tara. Would you let me?”
If it felt as good as what he did with his finger, she’d deny him nothing. “Yes. Yes, you can f**k my ass.”
She’d never felt anything like this, this lightning strike of intense pleasure that made her lose her mind. She arched her back, pushing against his hand as she climaxed with a wild cry.
Mick held her, giving her more of what she needed as she rocked through the pleasure, not stopping until she was spent and panting. Only then did he withdraw, roll her over, and kiss her. He went into the kitchen for a moment while she caught her breath, returning with a cold glass of ice water. He held the glass for her while she sipped, coating her dry throat.
It was very strange to be sitting on the floor naked from the waist down. Then again, she supposed there was no point in being modest with Mick. He’d pretty much seen it all.
“Thank you,” she said, leaning over to kiss him. “That was very nice.”
“You’re welcome.” He took her glass of water and swallowed down two quick gulps. He set the glass on the coffee table and sifted his fingers through her hair. “You make me thirsty.”
She climbed on his lap. “Is that right? Let’s see what we can do about that.”
His c**k was still hard, and she surged against him, ignoring the fact he still had his pants on and she was naked. She reached for his zipper, taking her time about tugging it down, taking a quick glance up at his face to find him zeroed in on watching the movement of her hands.
She slid down on his thighs and pulled his pants down over his hips. He lifted to help her, and she freed his cock.
“Got a condom on you?”
“Pocket.”
She dug in his pocket and pulled out the foil packet, waving it back and forth. “I like that you’re always prepared.”
“Around you? Hell, yeah. I always want you, Tara. I think about making love to you all the time.”
She lifted her gaze to his and saw the heat in his eyes, glad to know he thought about her. She wrapped her fingers around his c**k and stroked. He hissed, grabbed the condom packet from her fingers, and tore it open. “I need to f**k you.”
He reached for her hands and pulled her toward him, holding on to her while she lifted and held his cock, settling over him, sliding onto him.
Every time he entered her it was like the first time, a shock of awareness, a thrill of excitement as he expanded and filled her. Fully seated on him, she fanned her fingers over his abdomen and closed her eyes, just let herself experience the sensations as her pu**y accommodated his cock, felt the flutters and contractions and pure joy as their bodies joined.