But then her legs slide around my backside, pulling me in, and our flesh is again one. I give in, burying my face in her neck, kissing and licking and sucking as I roughly fuck another orgasm out of her. This isn’t sweet sex. It’s needy sex. I need this woman. I need her to come undone for me, to be mine, to light my world up. I had no idea. No clue I could ever feel so hopelessly fucking lost in someone.
As her walls clamp down on my cock, I shudder and explode, sinking into her. Knowing what’s coming. I welcome it, as her hot hands wrap around me, holding me to her. As I sink completely into her embrace, into the moment, I feel it. What I felt that first time. What I hope I feel every time. I had no idea you could feel destiny until her.
“I missed you,” I murmur into the soft skin of her neck.
A soft chuckle shakes her body under me.
“I could tell,” she teases. “I missed you too.”
I lift my mouth to meet hers, just enjoying the feel of her now that we’re both sated. After a few moments of languidly exploring each other’s mouths, I roll off her and remove the condom, tying it off and rolling it in a tissue on the nightstand. I turn back to find her with her eyes closed, a satisfied little smile on her face.
“If you’re hungry I can make you a snack, but I’ve got something special planned for later,” I tell her.
She opens her eyes and cocks a brow at me. “Thanks, but I had a late lunch so I’m okay for now,” she replies with a suspicious note in her voice. “What kind of something special?”
I can’t help laughing. “You look like I’m going to ask to eat sushi off your naked body later,” I tease her. “Don’t worry. I have a friend from culinary school who’s doing a one-night-only pop-up restaurant in the Richmond District. He normally runs a gourmet food cart that always has lines down the block wherever he goes, so this is going to be good.”
“Well, anything that can make you look as excited as you do right now is all right with me,” she teases with a smile.
One of my eyebrows jerks up and I give her a sly grin. “Didn’t I look this excited when I answered the door tonight?” I ask in a low voice.
She bites into her bottom lip but can’t stop her answering smile. “You looked hot as hell when you answered the door tonight,” she replies, sliding down so our mouths are at the same level. She places a light kiss on my lips. “You should always answer the door in tight T-shirts and underwear.”
Her eyes explore my face, then drift down my body. A smile tugs at her lips and she points down, her eyes flicking back up to meet mine.
“Uh, babe? Your um … you’re still hanging out of your boxer briefs.” She chews on her lips, clearly trying not to laugh.
“Silly me,” I murmur, then reach down and slide them completely off, making a show of flinging them across the room. I tug my shirt off too so I’m completely naked.
Now she rolls with laughter. “That’s not what I meant!” she protests between giggles.
“What? We’ve got time. Come on, baby, get naked,” I plead with a wiggle of my eyebrows, sliding my hands behind her and undoing her bra with a flick of the wrist. I stop to gently kiss each nipple before pulling her upright and sliding her shirt off. As I slip the straps of her bra over her arms, I trail kisses down her neck. She drops a hand down and tugs open the zipper on the side of her skirt.
Now topless and ready for me to finish undressing her, she falls back onto the bed with a happy sigh.
“I’m at your mercy, Mr. Davies.”
“Just how I like you, Ms. Roberts,” I tease, rising and tugging her panties and skirt off all at once. I note that she’s barefoot but don’t remember when that happened. But then, I wasn’t exactly focused on her shoes.
I move back up her body, kissing up her leg, her hip, her stomach, her breasts, her neck, settling next to her ear.
“I think I can have you at my mercy at least twice more before we have to leave,” I murmur.
She runs her hands over my back and wiggles under me.
“My, you’re ambitious,” she murmurs back.
“Oh, CJ, you have no idea,” I promise, tonguing one of her nipples. “Get ready t—”
I’m cut off by my phone vibrating from the dresser where I’d left it while I was getting dressed. I glance over at it and quirk an eyebrow up, knowing I had it on do not disturb, so it’s either one of my VIP contacts or someone who has called repeatedly. Either way, I know I probably have to answer it. I look back at her apologetically.
“It’s okay,” she assures me before I can say anything. “Go ahead and get it.”
I give her a swift kiss on the lips before pushing off the bed and crossing the room.
A quick check of the caller ID tells me it’s my mother. I roll my eyes. This had better be good.
“Hi, Ma, what’s up?” I answer, trying not to sound as impatient as I feel.
I turn toward CJ to see her on her side, her head propped on her hand as she watches with interest.
“Hi, honey, just calling to see how you’re doing,” she replies. And I can already tell that’s not the only reason. “You usually call on your day off, so I just wanted to make sure everything’s okay.”
I huff a dry laugh. There it is. She wants to know what’s more important to her son than our usual weekly phone call. Honestly, it’s my bad, as I normally would have called by now. What can I say? I’ve had CJ on the brain. So I’ve invited this on myself.
“Well, first of all, my day off isn’t over yet,” I point out. “But if you want to know what I’m doing, you can just ask.”
A few beats of silence pass.
“I’m sorry, I’ve obviously interrupted something,” she finally says. “I’ll let you go.”
I shake my head and try not to laugh again as CJ looks on, clearly confused. My mom is extremely passive-aggressive and nosy. Normally, I’d just tell her what I’m doing, but not this time. Plus I don’t want to put CJ on the spot in case my mother does something insane like ask to talk to her. Wouldn’t be the first time.
“I’ll call next week and we’ll catch up, I promise,” I tell her. “Say hi to Dad for me.”
“Oh, well, of course, I—”
“Love you, bye, Mom.”
I end the call and tell the phone, “Shut the fuck up.” Then I walk back toward CJ, struggling not to laugh at the bewildered look on her face as she sits up, criss-crossing her legs.
“Did you just tell your phone to shut the fuck up?”
And I can’t help it, the laughter bursts out of me. “Yes, I surely did. It’s a voice command to go into do not disturb mode.”
“Couldn’t you have just put it in do not disturb mode?” she asks.
I settle onto the bed next to her, trying to control myself. “Well, sure, but what fun would that be?” The look on her face makes me bust up laughing again. “Honestly, I’m usually doing something with my hands, so I have a bunch of apps programmed with voice commands for everything from phone functions to lists to sending texts. It’s just easier.”
“Ah. I see,” she says, blushing. “So that was your mom, huh?”