Count on Me
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She smiled up at him. “We should change the subject now. How was your Sunday?”
He let her.
“So far so good. I slept until ten. I wanted to sleep later, but you know how it goes. Your body is used to five so I think my days of sleeping until noon are past. But I slept in, and then I read in bed for a while before wandering out to make coffee and some food. Caught up on my stuff on DVR. Nothing at all taxing. And now you’re here so it’s a pretty damned good day all around.”
“And did you get everything you needed done yesterday?”
“I’ve yet to actually get everything I needed done when I needed it done. But I came close. Which I’m counting as a win.”
“Tell me about your day yesterday.”
She leaned against him as he recounted his day, embellishing here and there to entertain her better.
“You really should have sex with me.” She blurted this in one of their quiet moments.
He paused a moment and then put his beer down. “Should I?”
She nodded. “Yes. I mean, unless you don’t want to. If you don’t want to, then no you shouldn’t.”
He took her face in his palms, kissing her softly. “I really want to.”
This made her laugh and he pulled her into his lap. “I also seem to recall this particular position for kissing being a favorite of mine. I wasn’t wrong.”
She undulated, stroking the heat of her pu**y against his cock, sending shockwaves of pleasure through him.
“Yeah, that’s it. I remember now.”
He put his hands at her hips, and she dipped her mouth down and breathed a kiss onto his lips.
This was good. Damn she tasted so sweet. He kissed from her lips to her ear just to hear that little whimper she gave. The weight of her in his lap was so perfect he was nearly afraid of it. Maybe he should be. She made him feel things he wasn’t sure he could.
She reached up and pulled her hair from the chignon at the base of the back of her neck. The material of her shirt pulled up, and his hands landed on the warm, soft bare skin of her belly and he groaned, sliding his palms up her back, skin to skin.
The backyard lights came up as the twilight slid away into full dark. With a muffled curse, he managed to stand with her legs wrapped around his waist. “Come on.”
“Where else could I go?”
He laughed as he headed to his bedroom, kicking the door closed or they’d have a furry visitor.
He tossed her to the bed, and she fell back with a laugh, the spill of all that dark hair framing her face. He moved to turn on some music, trying to find a thread of patience because damn he wanted her right then and there.
But when he shifted in her direction, it was to find her having reached the bottom button on her shirt and then shimmying from it.
“Holy shit.”
He got to his knees on the bed to face her, kissing her bare shoulder. Her breath hitched, which sent her cle**age closer to his face, and he gave in, turning to brush his lips against the curve of each breast.
“No front catch?” he murmured as he slid his hands around to her back to unfasten all that lace and underwire.
“They’re too big for that stuff. I can’t afford to go busting out of a bra while I’m delivering a closing argument.”
He laughed, pushing her back, his hands going to the waist of her pants.
Gaze latched on to her face to gauge her willingness, he slid the button out of the hole and unzipped. She lifted her ass as he drew the pants, and a scrap of dark blue silk that was her panties, down her legs.
All that skin bared to his gaze and his gaze only.
Damn.
He took her in from the tousle of glorious hair, the hard, dark ni**les capping br**sts that made his mouth water, the dip at her waist, the flare of her hips, the curve of her thighs sliding into toned calves and then feet painted with the same pale pink she had on her fingers.
So feminine and sexy and in his bed.
One corner of her mouth lifted. “Come on then, Watson.”
He pulled his shirt up and off and was out of his pants and shorts in record time as he resumed his place on his knees, staring at her body again.
He whistled low. “Jesus. I can’t believe all this lives underneath your clothes. I mean, I was impressed before, but this? Wow.”
She reared up enough to grab his c**k in her fist, squeezing just right. “Show me, don’t tell me.”
It was his turn to laugh as he bent down to take her mouth again. She nipped his bottom lip and slowly moved her fist up and down.
Then she rolled him over and kissed his neck as she straddled his body. She paused, listening to the music for long moments before she locked her attention back on him. “I love this song.”
“Is this what you do when your favorite song comes on?” He gave her a dubious look.
“Only with a chosen few people. I don’t even know who it is though. My country-music muscles are sadly pretty weak.”
He took her br**sts into his hands, testing their weight before sliding his thumbs back and forth over her ni**les until they went tight. “This is Kacey Musgraves. ‘Back on the Map’ is the name of the song.”
She wriggled free and kissed down his belly, and her gaze locked with his, licked up the line of his c**k until he lost all words.
All he had was feeling. It washed through him as he watched her. Those lips wrapped around the head of his cock, the way her tongue swirled around him before she sucked him back into her mouth again and again and again until he nearly reeled with it.
He let her.
“So far so good. I slept until ten. I wanted to sleep later, but you know how it goes. Your body is used to five so I think my days of sleeping until noon are past. But I slept in, and then I read in bed for a while before wandering out to make coffee and some food. Caught up on my stuff on DVR. Nothing at all taxing. And now you’re here so it’s a pretty damned good day all around.”
“And did you get everything you needed done yesterday?”
“I’ve yet to actually get everything I needed done when I needed it done. But I came close. Which I’m counting as a win.”
“Tell me about your day yesterday.”
She leaned against him as he recounted his day, embellishing here and there to entertain her better.
“You really should have sex with me.” She blurted this in one of their quiet moments.
He paused a moment and then put his beer down. “Should I?”
She nodded. “Yes. I mean, unless you don’t want to. If you don’t want to, then no you shouldn’t.”
He took her face in his palms, kissing her softly. “I really want to.”
This made her laugh and he pulled her into his lap. “I also seem to recall this particular position for kissing being a favorite of mine. I wasn’t wrong.”
She undulated, stroking the heat of her pu**y against his cock, sending shockwaves of pleasure through him.
“Yeah, that’s it. I remember now.”
He put his hands at her hips, and she dipped her mouth down and breathed a kiss onto his lips.
This was good. Damn she tasted so sweet. He kissed from her lips to her ear just to hear that little whimper she gave. The weight of her in his lap was so perfect he was nearly afraid of it. Maybe he should be. She made him feel things he wasn’t sure he could.
She reached up and pulled her hair from the chignon at the base of the back of her neck. The material of her shirt pulled up, and his hands landed on the warm, soft bare skin of her belly and he groaned, sliding his palms up her back, skin to skin.
The backyard lights came up as the twilight slid away into full dark. With a muffled curse, he managed to stand with her legs wrapped around his waist. “Come on.”
“Where else could I go?”
He laughed as he headed to his bedroom, kicking the door closed or they’d have a furry visitor.
He tossed her to the bed, and she fell back with a laugh, the spill of all that dark hair framing her face. He moved to turn on some music, trying to find a thread of patience because damn he wanted her right then and there.
But when he shifted in her direction, it was to find her having reached the bottom button on her shirt and then shimmying from it.
“Holy shit.”
He got to his knees on the bed to face her, kissing her bare shoulder. Her breath hitched, which sent her cle**age closer to his face, and he gave in, turning to brush his lips against the curve of each breast.
“No front catch?” he murmured as he slid his hands around to her back to unfasten all that lace and underwire.
“They’re too big for that stuff. I can’t afford to go busting out of a bra while I’m delivering a closing argument.”
He laughed, pushing her back, his hands going to the waist of her pants.
Gaze latched on to her face to gauge her willingness, he slid the button out of the hole and unzipped. She lifted her ass as he drew the pants, and a scrap of dark blue silk that was her panties, down her legs.
All that skin bared to his gaze and his gaze only.
Damn.
He took her in from the tousle of glorious hair, the hard, dark ni**les capping br**sts that made his mouth water, the dip at her waist, the flare of her hips, the curve of her thighs sliding into toned calves and then feet painted with the same pale pink she had on her fingers.
So feminine and sexy and in his bed.
One corner of her mouth lifted. “Come on then, Watson.”
He pulled his shirt up and off and was out of his pants and shorts in record time as he resumed his place on his knees, staring at her body again.
He whistled low. “Jesus. I can’t believe all this lives underneath your clothes. I mean, I was impressed before, but this? Wow.”
She reared up enough to grab his c**k in her fist, squeezing just right. “Show me, don’t tell me.”
It was his turn to laugh as he bent down to take her mouth again. She nipped his bottom lip and slowly moved her fist up and down.
Then she rolled him over and kissed his neck as she straddled his body. She paused, listening to the music for long moments before she locked her attention back on him. “I love this song.”
“Is this what you do when your favorite song comes on?” He gave her a dubious look.
“Only with a chosen few people. I don’t even know who it is though. My country-music muscles are sadly pretty weak.”
He took her br**sts into his hands, testing their weight before sliding his thumbs back and forth over her ni**les until they went tight. “This is Kacey Musgraves. ‘Back on the Map’ is the name of the song.”
She wriggled free and kissed down his belly, and her gaze locked with his, licked up the line of his c**k until he lost all words.
All he had was feeling. It washed through him as he watched her. Those lips wrapped around the head of his cock, the way her tongue swirled around him before she sucked him back into her mouth again and again and again until he nearly reeled with it.
