He thrust hard into her, making her cry out. Then he stopped his movements, remaining still and deep in her. He bent over her, his strong chest against her sexy back, and he gripped a fistful of her hair. Then he licked the shell of her ear. “More than eight inches, gorgeous. Don’t ever doubt that.”
She drew in a sharp breath. “Pull my hair,” she said, and he did, tugging hard.
Then he drove into her again, each thrust reminding her of what more than eight inches felt like. Her cries grew louder and her breathing more erratic. He reached his other hand around to touch her clit. Fast, quick strokes while he buried himself deeper in her. His own climax started to build.
“I’m going to come soon, Julia. But you need to come first. I want you to come so badly. I’ve wanted it just as much as you wanted me inside you. Tell me how much you wanted me,” he said, sliding his thumb across her as she trembled and bucked her hips against him.
“Yes, I wanted you so badly. And I wanted you to make me come, and now you are. You are making me come,” she said in a broken, breathy voice. He let go of her hair, cupped her chin and turned her face to him so he could watch the expression in her eyes as he brought her to the other side, her eyes squeezing shut, her mouth forming a perfect O, that first silent moan. Then, she screamed out loudly, his name echoing around the bar, and he chased her orgasm with his own, groaning as the pleasure ripped through him, tearing through ever damn cell in his body, lighting him up with electricity. Then they collapsed onto the lounge, a sweaty tangled mess of limbs and flesh. He pulled her close, spooning her, and kissed her earlobe.
“Come back to my hotel. Spend the night with me,” he said softly. “I want to curl up with you. I want to wake up with you. I want to make love to you before I leave.”
She shivered and breathed out hard.
“Yes.”
CHAPTER FOUR
Later that night, Julia lay in Clay’s arms, blissed out and sleepily content from her third orgasm of the evening. The man had delivered on every promise. When he’d told her he planned to make love to her, he wasn’t kidding. Back at the hotel, he’d worshipped her body, layering kisses all over her from head to toe – yes, he even sucked on a toe, and it felt exquisite – and then he’d entered her. It had been one of those lingering, unhurried and wickedly wonderful sessions. Her legs wrapped around his back, him taking his time with long, tantalizing thrusts, rolling his hips in and out, all while kissing her neck, her face, her br**sts. The man could f**k and the man could make love. He could give her orders, and he could take her direction. He could yank hard on her hair, and blaze a trail of sweet kisses against her damp skin.
Now, he snuggled with her, tucking her against his big, strong body. His toned arm was draped under her br**sts, and she could feel his smooth, flat belly against her back. The perfect position for apres-sex. “Mmm….this is nice,” he said, brushing a soft, quick kiss on her shoulder. “I’m glad I met you.”
“Me too,” she murmured.
“Tell me something about you I don’t know.”
“Well, that would be almost everything, wouldn’t it?”
He laughed. “I know plenty about you already. I just want to know more.”
“Tell me what you know already.”
“I know you’re tough as nails, that you don’t take shit from anyone, that you can size people up in a second.”
“That’s my job. Any good bartender worth her salt can do that.”
“And you’re excellent at it. I also know you take pride in your work. Even though you’re not saving the world you like being good at what you do.”
She shrugged against him. “I suppose that’s true.”
“So there. I know stuff about you already.” He snuggled her closer, drawing lazy lines across her belly as they talked. “I also know you’re daring, and not afraid to speak your mind, and that you have a healthy sexual appetite.”
She smiled, and elbowed him playfully. “I do, but don’t think I get around because I don’t. You’re the first man I’ve been with in a year.”
“You’ve been with women in between then?” he asked, in a teasing tone.
“Ha ha. But not what I meant. Though I’m sure you wouldn’t mind.”
“I absolutely would not mind watching you eat pu**y one bit. In fact, I’m going to add that to my bucket list. You, and all that gorgeous red hair spread out across a pair of sexy thighs as you lick and kiss and suck…”
She shook her head and laughed. “You are trouble. All I was saying is that I don’t do this often. I don’t hookup with men who come to my bar.”
“I came in your bar too,” he added, making Julia snicker once again. The moonlight shone through the window that overlooked the streets of San Francisco, and the white gauzy curtain blew gently in the night breeze. Outside the door, she was vaguely aware of a cart being rolled, which meant room service somewhere on the floor was being delivered. Maybe to another pair of new lovers who were famished after the best kind of workout. But even if there were other lovers nearby, she knew – beyond a shadow of a doubt – that no one else had this kind of mind-blowing chemistry. She and Clay were electric. “Anyway, I don’t do this either. It’s not a habit. You have to know you’re irresistible, Julia. Irresistible,” he repeated.
With that one word, her heart beat the tiniest bit faster; maybe it even started to leap. And a part of her wanted to bolt for having the single tiniest little feeling beyond the physical. But another part of her wanted to bask in that feeling a little more.
“So are you,” she whispered.
He ran his strong fingers through her hair, touching her softly. “Now, let’s go back to the start of this conversation. I want you tell me something about you. You’re not getting out of this so easily.”
She wriggled her rear against him. “I wasn’t trying to. What do you want to know?”
“What do you like to read?”
She smiled in the dark. She liked that he’d asked first about books, rather than movies or TV, the world he trafficked in. “Books,” she said dryly.
“What kind of books, Little Miss Sarcastic?”
“Adventure stories,” she said, and she could practically feel him raise an eyebrow inquisitively. She shifted to her other side so she could face him as they talked. He shot her a quizzical look, as if he were perturbed by the breaking of the physical contact. He solved the problem quickly, reaching out to touch her, running his hand down her thigh.