“There’s no real place,” she began as she stepped away from him and moved toward the doorway. “It’s not like I keep a pile of blankets around or a cot. We don’t even have stairs. I’ve seen people have sex on stairs in the movies. It looks really uncomfortable. Besides, I’m not very bendy and I haven’t done it in a while...”
Her voice trailed off as she realized he was simply watching her.
She swallowed. “I’m just saying it’s been a long time and I might not be very good.”
The last confession was delivered in a whisper.
“About done?” he asked.
She nodded.
“Have you changed your mind or are you nervous?”
She licked her lips. “You know. That second one.”
Something flashed in his blue eyes; then he crossed to her and pulled off her T-shirt. Just like that. Without asking. There they were in a small back room with shelves and boxes and a big hole where the dishwasher was going to go, and he was taking off her clothes.
“I remember the first time I met you,” he said, turning her so that she stood with her back to him. He picked up her hair and shifted it over one shoulder, then lightly kissed the back of her neck.
“You were fourteen and I was eighteen and scared as hell. But then you walked into history, sat next to me, smiled and introduced yourself. That was it. One smile and I was hooked.”
The warm heat of his mouth made her break out in goose bumps. “You were?”
“Uh-huh. Being around you made me feel I wasn’t on the run. I could pretend I was just like everyone else.”
She started to turn to face him, but he wouldn’t let her. Instead he held her in place, her back to his front, her butt nestling against his erection. He settled his hands on her belly, his fingers splayed. She watched as he moved them around in a slow circle.
“I wanted to kiss you,” he admitted, doing just that on her neck. “I wanted to hold you and touch you.” He hesitated. “Let’s just say there was more to the fantasy.”
“I’m scandalized,” she murmured, a smile in her voice.
“I knew I was too old for you and the wrong guy, but I couldn’t help myself.”
He slid his hands up to her breasts and cupped them, as he had before. The difference was now she could see what he was doing. She could watch him move his fingers against her bra, focusing on her tight nipples, and at the same time, she could feel the electric jolt that surged through her.
“Even after I left, I thought about you,” he continued. “All the time. I never forgot you.”
His hands moved against her breasts, exploring them, his fingers returning again and again to her nipples. With each stroke, she found it more difficult to breathe. Maybe it was her, but the room seemed to be getting a little warmer. And wouldn’t this all be better if there weren’t so many layers of clothing between her and what he was doing?
“I want to just...” She reached between them and unfastened her bra.
He pushed it away and paused for a moment. She knew he was looking over her shoulder, staring at her. She wasn’t huge, but figured he’d guessed that already. If he was expecting big boobs, he wouldn’t have started this in the first place.
He returned his hands to her breasts, his tan skin a contrast to her pale flesh. He inched his thumbs closer to her nipples. As she watched, she saw the puckered flesh almost strain toward him, as if seeking his—
He swore and spun her, then bent down to capture her nipple in his mouth. He sucked hard, pulling her in deep. She hung on to him, as wanting surged through her, making her knees weak.
He shifted to the other breast and repeated his actions, this time adding his tongue to the mix. She let her head fall back as she grew more aroused by the second.
Back and forth, back and forth. She touched his head, wanting to feel his cool, soft hair. Wanting to hold him in place.
As he continued to minister to her breasts, he reached for her waistband. As he undid the button, she shifted so she could put her toe to her heel and slide out of her athletic shoes. She took care of her other foot just as he slid down the zipper. Then Justice pushed her jeans down to just past her hips. Her tiny panties went along for the ride and she seemed to be helping and before she knew what was happening, she was stepping out of the last of her clothes.
She had just enough time to register the fact that she was standing there, naked in her storeroom, when he slid a hand between her legs. Even as one finger slipped inside her wet, swollen body, his thumb found her core and circled it.
She gasped as her world reduced itself to the man holding her and the sensations he could produce. She was all hunger and need, desperate to have more of what he offered. She couldn’t think, could barely breathe. She parted her legs and surrendered to the pleasure pouring through her.
Another circle, another tease. He moved his finger in and out, making her push toward the contact and wish there was more. The soles of her feet burned. Her body trembled. If he hadn’t kept an arm around her waist, she would have fallen.
She was sure he planned some long, fancy seduction, but she had been without for what felt like six lifetimes. Or maybe it was just being with Justice, knowing she trusted him with the very heart of her. Either way, she couldn’t hold back. Couldn’t do anything but feel the steady strokes over and over, the growing tension.
She whispered his name even as she moved her hips in time with his hand. Tension grew as she pushed toward her release. Pushed and strained and then she was coming and shuddering and hanging on as if she would never stop.
He stayed with her, holding her steady, touching her, plunging in and out. She cried out as the pleasure filled her, then overflowed.
But it wasn’t enough, she thought frantically. Even as the shudders faded, she still wanted more. She turned to him and fumbled with his belt. Fortunately, the man wasn’t an idiot. He pulled out the condom, then helped her with his jeans. After shoving them down, he put on the condom and reached for her.
“How are we going to do this?” she asked, looking around for a table or a—
He wrapped his arms around her waist and raised her off the floor. She barely had time to scream before he lowered her onto him, filling her until she knew she was going to die from the wonder of it. He eased them both against the wall, bracing her, then withdrew and filled her again.
Instinctively, she wrapped her legs around his hips. The movement brought her core right against him so that every stroke, every push, aroused her even more.
Later she would figure out how strong he had to be to support her like that. Later she would think about mechanics and physics, but right now all she cared about was him thrusting into her. Hard and fast, as if he could do it forever.
She wanted to watch him, to sense him getting closer. Only what he was doing felt too good. He was hitting something deep inside, some place filled with sensation and pleasure. She worked with him, pushing down as he pushed up, straining
