words, she grabbed his shirt and pulled him to her. “We don’t have much time.” She dragged him by his hand behind her through the great room and through a doorway, which she told him to close.
“Time for what.”
“Apology sex. It’s easier and more enjoyable. Strip.”
Shock stopped him, but he regained use of his muscles and closed the door. “Who’s apologizing to whom?”
“Me to you. You to me. Who cares? Let’s forget you walked out of my house without giving me your number again, and go straight to sex. We’re best with each other like that.” She pulled her shirt over her head, leaving her in slim black exercise pants. The black bra she wore contrasted with her skin, pale and inviting.
His mind ordered him to talk to her, but his cock won the argument. Intimacy could solve a lot of problems. He took off his own shirt and used his toes to pry his shoes from his heels. “Not what I expected, but I can follow orders.”
“Good. Come here.” She backed toward her bed.
He did as she said and took her by the waist. “I’m—”
She placed her lips over his and whispered against his mouth. “Shh. No words. Actions speak louder.”
Instinct and desire took over as she wrapped a leg around his. Her tongue probed into his mouth, and he answered with the same urgency. Her breasts pressed against his bare chest, and the satin of her bra teased his skin. He liked the sleekness, but he wanted to feel her nipples harden as he kissed her. He slid his hands up her back and unhooked the clasp.
She broke the kiss and shrugged her shoulders, allowing the straps of the bra to shimmy down her arms.
He finished the job with a pull on the cups and tossed the bra behind him. The rosy tips that jutted out called to him, and he sucked a nipple into his mouth. His hands ached to touch more of her. With a pop as he pulled off her nipple, he lowered her to the bed. As soon as her back hit the coverlet, he dove for her breast again, massaging one with his hand as he nibbled at her hardened pink bud. The need for her surprised him. His balls tightened, and his erection throbbed against his pants. Her hips rose beneath him, but he didn’t take the hint. If he was saying sorry with sex, he’d take a long time to say it. No quick apology for him. She’d spurred him on last night just to get right to the action, and he had a feeling that it was her way of keeping distant from him. He’d not allow it this evening.
“Pants. Off,” she breathed while she stretched her arms above her head.
He pulled away from the nipple that he’d teased to a hardened peak. With a grin, he said, “You’re impatient and talking too much.”
“My roommate won’t be gone long.” She lifted onto her elbows. “Pants. Yours. Mine. On the floor.”
He willingly misunderstood her. “Sex on the floor? Love that idea.” He slid his arms underneath her and lifted. She squirmed, but he held on tight until he lowered her to an area rug.
“I didn’t mean—”
He crushed his mouth to hers as he added his full weight atop her body. Muscle by muscle, her resistance relaxed as he tasted her mouth and the tender flesh beneath her ears. He let his lips linger at the base of her throat. He slipped to the side of her so that he could have her breast in his mouth again. She stretched her arms above her head with an arch in her back.
He drew a circle around her nipple with his hand and followed that imaginary line with his tongue. Her flesh prickled beneath his fingers as he trailed them along her belly. As he dipped his fingers beneath her waistband, she wiggled her hips in response. He couldn’t resist the call of that wiggle. His full cock strained against his pants, begging to come out to play and feel the tight wetness of her pussy. When she thrust her hips upward, he tugged the pants off her hips. He got a surprise, and his heart pounded.
Neatly trimmed, dark blond curls greeted him. The dew of her need formed beads on the tips of
“Time for what.”
“Apology sex. It’s easier and more enjoyable. Strip.”
Shock stopped him, but he regained use of his muscles and closed the door. “Who’s apologizing to whom?”
“Me to you. You to me. Who cares? Let’s forget you walked out of my house without giving me your number again, and go straight to sex. We’re best with each other like that.” She pulled her shirt over her head, leaving her in slim black exercise pants. The black bra she wore contrasted with her skin, pale and inviting.
His mind ordered him to talk to her, but his cock won the argument. Intimacy could solve a lot of problems. He took off his own shirt and used his toes to pry his shoes from his heels. “Not what I expected, but I can follow orders.”
“Good. Come here.” She backed toward her bed.
He did as she said and took her by the waist. “I’m—”
She placed her lips over his and whispered against his mouth. “Shh. No words. Actions speak louder.”
Instinct and desire took over as she wrapped a leg around his. Her tongue probed into his mouth, and he answered with the same urgency. Her breasts pressed against his bare chest, and the satin of her bra teased his skin. He liked the sleekness, but he wanted to feel her nipples harden as he kissed her. He slid his hands up her back and unhooked the clasp.
She broke the kiss and shrugged her shoulders, allowing the straps of the bra to shimmy down her arms.
He finished the job with a pull on the cups and tossed the bra behind him. The rosy tips that jutted out called to him, and he sucked a nipple into his mouth. His hands ached to touch more of her. With a pop as he pulled off her nipple, he lowered her to the bed. As soon as her back hit the coverlet, he dove for her breast again, massaging one with his hand as he nibbled at her hardened pink bud. The need for her surprised him. His balls tightened, and his erection throbbed against his pants. Her hips rose beneath him, but he didn’t take the hint. If he was saying sorry with sex, he’d take a long time to say it. No quick apology for him. She’d spurred him on last night just to get right to the action, and he had a feeling that it was her way of keeping distant from him. He’d not allow it this evening.
“Pants. Off,” she breathed while she stretched her arms above her head.
He pulled away from the nipple that he’d teased to a hardened peak. With a grin, he said, “You’re impatient and talking too much.”
“My roommate won’t be gone long.” She lifted onto her elbows. “Pants. Yours. Mine. On the floor.”
He willingly misunderstood her. “Sex on the floor? Love that idea.” He slid his arms underneath her and lifted. She squirmed, but he held on tight until he lowered her to an area rug.
“I didn’t mean—”
He crushed his mouth to hers as he added his full weight atop her body. Muscle by muscle, her resistance relaxed as he tasted her mouth and the tender flesh beneath her ears. He let his lips linger at the base of her throat. He slipped to the side of her so that he could have her breast in his mouth again. She stretched her arms above her head with an arch in her back.
He drew a circle around her nipple with his hand and followed that imaginary line with his tongue. Her flesh prickled beneath his fingers as he trailed them along her belly. As he dipped his fingers beneath her waistband, she wiggled her hips in response. He couldn’t resist the call of that wiggle. His full cock strained against his pants, begging to come out to play and feel the tight wetness of her pussy. When she thrust her hips upward, he tugged the pants off her hips. He got a surprise, and his heart pounded.
Neatly trimmed, dark blond curls greeted him. The dew of her need formed beads on the tips of