JD’s arms were around me, mouth tempting mine to play with him, but I stopped him. His eyes were dark and hooded, and his fingers were sliding under my shirt, so when I pulled back I knew I’d stumped him.
“Bedroom,” it was a demand, because screwing in front of the fireplace, or humping on the island was definitely on the ‘to do list’, right now I wanted him in my bed.
He caused me to squeal when he scooped me up into his arms, which turned into a giggle as I buried my head into his neck. “Bed it is,” that low rumble of his voice, coupled with his arms cradling me to him, made that ball of lust unwind and spiral out.
It was up to me to touch the panel that would open my room up for us, and then as it slid shut behind him, he lowered me to my feet and picked up where we’d left off multiple times now. Cupping my face, his lips met mine and he stoked an already flickering fire. He went slower, knowing that we wouldn’t be interrupted, knowing that we had all the time in the world, for now at least.
Instead of tearing one another’s clothes off, when he pulled my shirt over my head and tossed it toward the chair near us, he took the time to lean in and taste the newly bared skin. Tongue flicking against my pulse, then sliding his nose down my collarbone, a nip to the curve of my breast peeking out of my bra, causing me to almost miss his fingers unsnapping my bra. His mouth followed where the satin cups had supported me, and then he was on his knees in front of me, looking up as his long fingers unzipped my pants and worked them down my thighs. Feeling the bare skin of his hands sliding along the bare skin of my legs nearly made me fall over, but he kept me steady, taking my hands and putting them on his shoulders for support, he tugged my pants off my feet and they joined the rest of my clothes.
JD kissed my inner knee, nipped my inner thigh, and then I felt his breath against the damp satin of my panties. He hummed and placed a kiss on the fabric standing between him and my mound. “Dessert.” And then my knees did buckle as his tongue, hot and wet, touched my still covered sex. I was back in his arms, and lying back on my bed, watching as he tore his own clothes off, robbing me of the experience. His fingers hooked into the waistband of my underwear and then they were added to the pile of discarded clothes and he slithered up the bed to finish what he started.
JD Richter was a man who took pleasure in giving pleasure. Every moan, every gasp, every plea that came from my mouth fed his enjoyment. When he felt that I was more than ready for him, he was above me, hips rocking into mine, hands pulling my legs around him and then together, we pounded like waves on a beach. His mouth on mine, the flavor of me heavy on his tongue, he stole every sound that I wanted to make. My nails were scraping his arms and back, digging into the slight curve of his ass, and after he’d brought me over more times than I could count, he finally joined me. He kept moving throughout both of our final climaxes, working our bodies to the brink of exhaustion, but what a fucking amazing way to earn it.
He stayed cradled on top of me, his head buried in my neck, our breathing evening out as our hands were memorizing every inch we could touch of one another. His lips touched my neck, almost too spent to kiss, and I felt him sigh in contentment.
“Jesus,” he breathed, and I turned toward his face as he pulled up to look at me. “Is the house still standing?” I glanced around us and nodded. “Bed isn’t broken?” A head shake from me. “Damn, gonna have to do better next time.” And that did it, I laughed, long and hard at JD’s confidence.
“Better?” My fingers traced his lips. “What did my house ever do to you to make you want to destroy it?”
He shook his head and leaned in to kiss me, rekindling the fire a little. “It’s too far away from mine,” he breathed and my breath caught.
JD and I took full advantage of Kelsey’s insistence that we go dark. My shower, which he learned intimately I had no trouble sharing with the right person, earned five stars with him in it. The bathtub, because we definitely needed to soak after the bedroom and the shower, would never look the same after he bent me over the side and took me again. The dining room table was looking far more attractive after I had him as my late night snack on the gleaming surface. The island, the rug in front of the fireplace, the couch, the chair he claimed, the front door, the patio door, the hot tub. We went through that to do list pretty damn fast, but also very thoroughly.
By the next afternoon, heading into evening, we both realized that the real world couldn’t be denied forever. I gave Pandi the order to go back online and JD turned his phone back on. The amount of voicemails we both had was mind boggling. As was Pandi’s announcement that we’d missed Roger’s return to the scene of the crime, my dad’s attempt to override her new encryption, and--
I caught him looking at me, and I saw the hunger that I felt for him reflected. The urge to turn it all off again, get lost in one another in this big house of mine was almost overwhelming. Then his phone rang and we were back to normal.