I gasped, feeling the fabric rend straight at the seams.
Then he was tossing them to the side and starting on the button of my shorts.
His mouth slammed down on mine, and then I was tasting him, getting the fill I’d desperately needed.
Why had I thought my tightest pair of shorts was a good idea?
All they were was a hindrance, and he was having a hell of a time getting them off while his lips explored mine.
Eventually, I shoved his hand away and ripped them down myself.
They were slow going because the damn things were well past needing to be retired, so tight that I could barely get them zipped, and oh, my god. He was still kissing his way along my throat.
Before I even had them halfway down my hips, he was yanking my tank top down.
“No bra,” he growled, biting the swell of my breast about an inch above the nipple.
I shivered, then started to work double time at getting my pants down. Because, in all honesty, I really wanted the man inside of me. It’d been a very long time—hey, there was only so much penis one could find on the road. Unless you decided to have nameless, baseless, not knowin’ shit about a person, sex. Then one-night stands—fuck and runs, as Val called them—were about all you could ever get out of it. And let’s just say I wasn’t Val. I couldn’t just use a vibrator on the bus without care or find a random man when I felt like I needed a penis inside of me.
“You’re thinking too much,” he murmured, his mouth going to the side of my neck. “Get those pants off yet?”
I giggled as I finally pulled them free, tossing them onto the floor with a wisp of sound following.
“Nice,” he murmured, his bearded face moving slowly from my chin down the length of my neck to come to a stop where my shirt had risen back into place.
“This next, unless you want to be wearing one of my shirts home.”
I bit my lip and contemplated it.
I mean, yes. Yes, I would like to have his shirt to wear home. I bet he’d give me a good one. One that smelled like him, and I could put it on and think about him when I was feeling lonely.
Because let’s just be completely honest here, I was lonely a lot.
My sisters were great, but we were all very introverted, and though we loved each other, we would rather be left alone.
That didn’t mean that I didn’t want someone to spend my life with, though.
It just meant that it was very, very hard to find someone unless they’d joined the circus.
Which I had a niggling suspicion this man wasn’t willing to do.
Not many people would. I mean, who just gave up their life, their stability, for a life on the road?
Truly, that was why we’d decided to hire a chef to cook for us. We were all sick and tired of circus/fair food and going out to eat every morning, noon and night. Plus, sandwiches got very old, very fast.
There was only so much you could do to razz up a sandwich before it was just that—a sandwich.
“Your mind sure seems to wander,” a deeply smooth, humor-filled voice drawled by my ear. “Should I take care of your wandering-mind problem?”
“If you think you can,” I taunted.
Because honestly, nothing in the length of my lifetime had helped. Not medications or meditation. Not age or herbal supplements. I was just who I was—lost in my own head.
He chuckled, then started to descend down.
My heart seized in my chest when he paused, mouth over my belly, eyes on me to indicate exactly where he was about to go.
He wasn’t asking permission, no.
What he was doing was giving me a warning and telling me I better get used to the idea.
I licked my lips, eyes on him, and let him know with a nod of my chin that I was prepared.
But I wasn’t.
I couldn’t be.
Not for a man like Coffey.
It was absolutely hilarious that anyone would ever think they’d be ready for a man like him. All intense glass-blue eyes, square jaw, bearded scruff. Then there were those balls of muscles on the tops of his shoulders, bunching and flexing as he made his way down to the bottom of the bed.
Then, with his shoulders, he pushed my legs wide until they were straining their usual split limit—the man had massive shoulders, my God—and his mouth was inches away from my mound.
I didn’t have any hair.
The uniforms that I wore made it almost impossible to have any due to the cut of the legs.
Meaning he had full and unfettered access to my pussy.
His lick sent a jolt of lightning down my spine.
Laughing now at my reaction—because I’d seriously never experienced this before in my life—he did it again.
And again.
And again.
Before long, the jolts weren’t causing me to jump. They were causing me to squirm and writhe.
He moaned, and I felt the vibration of his Adam’s apple against my tender backside.
The jolt once again shocked me—I’d never experienced anything like that, either—and his hands gripped the side of my ass, squeezing hard.
I had generous hips and ass. Always had since I was a little kid and even more awkward as a preteen. So he had plenty to grab ahold of when he tried to keep me in place for what he did next.
One of those hands wrapped around my thighs, fingers going to my very sensitive clit, and massaged it. Meanwhile, his tongue pierced my entrance, and he…devoured me. There’s no other word for what he did.
“Holy…” I squeaked when my orgasm, which I’d thought was very far away, shot straight to the surface as if it’d been waiting for him to do exactly that.
My head went back, and my body sang as my first orgasm in months soared through me like a bird finally set free.
And I was set free.
I had no idea that I’d been so deprived until I’d felt the release he’d given me.
And what a release it was.
“You…you…you…” I panted, unable to gather my thoughts, let alone form words with them.
“Yes, yes, yes,” he murmured as he climbed up my body.
The condom came from nowhere.
One second he was condomless, and the next, he was rolling it on and positioning himself between my legs like he’d done it a thousand times before.
His hands caught my hips once he’d notched himself at my entrance, and then, with his eyes on mine, he drilled himself home.
I wasn’t surprised that there was no making love with this man.
To be truthful, he was a wild man, and I’d known that from the moment I’d seen him get out of that limousine.
So it only made sense that he’d fuck me like one, too.
I lost myself in his punishing rhythm.
My eyes closed on their own accord, and my body felt the thrusts of his cock.
Before long, the orgasm that I’d been feeling come along was there, and I was experiencing it in the next breath.
His hands dug in so hard on my hips that I squeaked, but he didn’t let up.
Not that I wanted him to.
In fact, I wanted it harder. Faster. Deeper.
His orgasm was a surprise, too, at least to me.
Intense gaze on my dazed one, he gritted his teeth, his eyes narrowed, and then he was grunting as he came.
His cock jerked, his body stilled deep inside of me, and he collapsed on top of me in the span of thirty seconds.
He didn’t even try to cushion the fall.
Laughing at his obvious exhaustion—I was, too—I wrapped my arms around him and said, “You have ten minutes, and then we’re going for round two.”