Billi Jean (12 page)

Slowing down—he always slowed down, now, when he neared her little home—he looked for some sign of life. It was after seven… Was she awake yet? Did she sleep nude? All those luscious curves tangled in silk sheets? Hadn’t she said early for the hike, or had it been later in the afternoon?

He hadn’t expected to see her jumping out of the back of the U-Haul. And why was that still here? And why was she in her PJs? Her head turned as she pulled the roll-down back door closed, but not before he saw a bed.
Holy hell.
He was pulling into the long drive before he even knew it. She gave him a blurry-eyed look, shoved her tousled hair back behind her ear and jumped up and down on her bare feet.
Son of a bitch
.

“What the hell are you doing? And don’t tell me you’re sleeping in that U-Haul,” he demanded, the minute his boots hit dirt.

She blinked several times, shielded her eyes with one hand and hopped from foot to foot. “Okay. I won’t. Later, dude.” She practically skipped her way to the garage, pulled the door up and raced in, stuffing her feet into slippers that she’d laid neatly inside the garage doorway before he could even process what she’d said.

“Whoa, now, come on. Cut me some slack. You have a house. Why are you sleeping in the truck?”
For fuck’s sake,
he wanted to add. She could come and sleep with him if she didn’t want her own home. Not that he could guarantee she’d sleep. He sure hadn’t last night. He couldn’t even guarantee he would let her come up for air for days.

She flung her dark hair over her shoulder and said, “The house isn’t clean yet.”

The house wasn’t clean? He followed. He was not letting her get away with this. First she’d been eyeing the chainsaws; then the unlocked house. She could cut her foot off. And the axe? He’d been half scared out of his mind by the mere idea of her trying to use that axe. It was as big as she was. But now she was sleeping in a U-Haul?

Her home was spotless. He’d noticed that yesterday. It was warm, cosy and clean. And she was pissing him off with this little attitude. He’d barely made it inside when he was suddenly blindsided by a screeching, sweet-smelling female jumping into his arms and yelling for him to get back.

“Out! Oh, my God. Out…hurry! Russell!”

He backed down the steps, fully aware that he finally had the woman he’d been craving for weeks in his arms. Last night had been pure torture. Today, he knew he wanted in all the way. He wasn’t going to back down any longer, not if she was willing. It’d taken him all night to ease the hard-on he’d had, blazing hot and ready for her. Today, he’d made the decision to speed his mission up before his dick fell off. She’d seemed more than onboard with that last night. If she still was, he was diving in, had been all he’d thought about on the drive down. And now? Now he had her in his arms.

“Hurry! Hurry!” She beat on his back with a small fist and tried to force him to move faster.

“What the fuck’s the matter?” he grated, trying to see around her at the same time as she tried to climb over his shoulder. Bare skin touched his face and, God, was that her stomach, or…? It was her breast, right against his face. There went his balls, tight as a fist and ready to blow.

“Skunk! Family!” She managed to get him moving with that, and he chuckled when he’d got them out of the house and as far back into the corner of the garage as possible. Sure enough, a pissed off skunk and three little ones came out of her kitchen, hopefully not spraying. He struggled not to turn her to the side of the garage wall and fuck her right here, without battling a pack of angry skunks.

Susan was breathlessly laughing in his neck, but holding on so tight to him that he felt a surge of possessiveness hit him hard. Her little butt in his hands was so soft and plump, yet firm. His brain slowed down, making thinking a challenge because all he could concentrate on was how good she felt in his arms. His mind suddenly zeroed in on the fact that all he needed to do was unzip, pull those flannels down her lush ass and he’d be where he needed to be. For the rest of the day. Or week, if possible.

Forcing himself to calm down a notch, he took a few deep breaths, like he was on a mission, his prey in sight.

Breathe in, breathe out.

He could do this. She was small and he sure wasn’t. But he could be in control. He could be. He would be. He wasn’t going to hurt her. Nope. Nada. Not happening.

Shit, he’d need long, sweaty sex for hours before he could even think of going slowly and seductively. Instinctively, he knew she needed slow and seductive, which meant he needed to calm down.

“I think you’re safe now. Looks like they didn’t cause any damage,” he managed, his voice coming out husky and deep like he’d swallowed sawdust, but he was trying, here.

She didn’t seem to notice. She was still breathless and holding him tightly, arms around his neck, legs around his waist, but she turned to look back at the black and white little family exiting her garage. Her hair was brushing his face, and he couldn’t have stopped himself from breathing in all that glorious silk if he’d tried. She smelt sweet and clean, some kind of flowery scent that made his cock jump again.

All his mind could do was circle around the same thing. She was spread open like this, exactly how he had imagined her last night when he’d come explosively in his own hand. Except she was in flannel, and not naked and wet around him. He’d shot a huge amount of cum simply thinking of taking her against a wall, shoving up as he ground against her. He knew women had a spot right there in the front, right where he’d be able to hit each time he tunnelled through her wet heat. He’d blown his load imagining her like that, with those cute nails in his shoulders, holding him tight as he brought her to climax.

But this wasn’t a dream or fantasy of her; this was Susan in his arms. She wasn’t ready for him like that. She might not even be ready for slow and easy. She might not want him for more than a skunk rescuer.

Susan let out a breath and suddenly leaned her forehead on his shoulder. “I really, really, don’t like this place, Russell,” she said, so softly he barely heard her.

Chuckling, he met surprised blue eyes. “No? I can’t imagine why.” His voice came out a bit deeper than usual, but she only blinked, then started laughing. A pure, pretty little laugh. They were a breath away from kissing. He could see how clear and smooth her skin was this close. Absolutely beautiful, with a touch of pink from the cold. He wanted to rub his rough face against hers, then go lower to touch every inch of her.

“Good morning,” she murmured softly, and shifted in his arms.

The look in her eyes was all he needed. In two seconds flat, he had her butt on the counter by the refrigerator and was standing between her thighs kissing her like he’d wanted to for days. Deep, demanding kisses that drove them both wild.

He needed to slow down, but she tasted so good. She was like pure candy, sweet and addictive. Holding her face still, he ate at her mouth, half fearing he’d bite her, he was so aroused. With a low groan he couldn’t stop and didn’t want to, he dived past her lips and she opened for him with a soft moan. His mind went blank; pure instinct took over and had him nipping and teasing her mouth with his, driving himself crazy with lust but, God, he couldn’t stop. At first she froze, but within seconds she kissed him back, licking his tongue, shifting on the counter to get closer so she could run her hands up his back. He felt her take his baseball cap off and run her nails over his scalp and he nearly lost control. A groan rumbled up his throat at the lust pounding in him. He yanked her closer and felt her toss his hat behind them. Smiling against his lips she laughed softly and slid her soft hands under his shirt.

The mixture of lust and fun threw him for a loop. He reined his lust in and cupped her ass in his hands to look down at her. He’d made her lips all puffy and wet, luscious looking from their kisses. She blinked up at him and he swore her blue eyes twinkled. He needed her.

She was going to kill him; she was so perfect for him.

She wrapped those luscious legs around his waist to pull him in tight, and his cock settled against her barely covered pussy. He had to pull back, or come in his jeans. Had any woman ever made him so trigger happy? Fuck, no. Susan was more than he could handle. Susan—teasing, sexy and more than willing in his arms—had him on fire. She squirmed against him and dug those nails into his shoulders with a soft gasp of breath when his erection was suddenly right where it needed to be—as tight as it was possible to be against her heat without being naked.

“Bedroom or counter, because I’m not doing this in a U-Haul,” he grated, watching her eyelids, heavy with arousal, open to reveal sexy blue eyes. He was right back on her lips, groaning with the need to make her even hotter for him. He wanted to kiss every inch of her, explore what made her hot, but first he needed her. Gripping her lush bottom, he urged her up closer so he could rub his erection against her inner thighs. She gasped and tightened her legs around his waist. Their tongues duelled and tangled and he knew he had to let go of her to get her inside the house, but no way could he let go of her mouth when she was kissing him like her life depended on it. She tugged his hair and slowly moved her mouth to his jaw, where she continued to drive him insane by running her lips over his chin and on to right behind his ear.

“Sunshine, I’m begging here,” he groaned. “Where to?” He tipped his head down and caught her mouth again for a long, intense kiss. Not that he was letting her speak. He couldn’t let go of her mouth. He felt lost without those sweet lips.

“Russell…” His name on her lips made him want to howl. This could not be a no. He was on edge. He had to be very careful, because he wanted to shove those cute blue flannel bottoms, with their little puffy clouds, down to her ankles and mount her right here, spread out wide and welcoming for his possession. He could imagine how slick she would be. So hot and tight.

“Sunshine, tell me this isn’t a no.” He licked and sucked on her neck, tasting her silky skin, and she made a soft little moan. She arched her back and
yes!
Her nipples were tight little points against his T-shirt. “Bed or counter?” He was losing the power of speech, let alone the power to move.

“Bed.”

He jerked up and stared down at her, his cock beating in time with his heart. “Are you sure?”

She was breathless, flushed, and her blue eyes were dark with arousal.
Shit, yeah. Now to calm the hell down. No pounding. No pumping hard. Slow. Gentle. Seduce, foreplay.

She nodded, a shy smile tipping her pink lips upward into a slow grin.

He hoisted her up and took her mouth again right when she opened her mouth to say something. He nipped lightly at her fuller bottom lip and suckled it lightly. He could do soft and gentle. He could. He
hoped
he could. She wrapped around him like a Goddamn little kitten, arms around his neck and legs around his hips. She fit him perfectly. He could have shoved his jeans down and taken her right there. She was light in his arms and he would, soon; he would stand up and shove her down his cock, but right now, right now he needed to seduce. Slow, lingering foreplay, or else he’d scare her. Later on would be the time for fast, hard sex with her in his arms like this.

“Where, honey?”

“That way…” She let go of him with one hand and pointed down the hall before she traced kisses along his neck. He practically broke light speed getting to that door. She bit down lightly on his shoulder, and his mind went completely off track. He surged forward and backed her ass to the wall.

“Open.” Russell bumped her butt against the door, but she didn’t hear him or else she was too busy with her lips behind his ear again. “Susan, baby, the door, gotta open the door.”

 She reached down behind them and fumbled with the doorknob. As soon as he heard it open he kicked it aside so abruptly it hit the wall and bounced back on her butt. She jumped in his arms, pulling away from where she was rubbing those soft lips on his jaw to give him a surprised, indignant frown.

“Ouch, Russell!”

If he could have laughed, he would have. But he should have been the one saying ‘ouch’—he was hurting too badly to do more than grimace. “Sorry. Clothes. Off.”

Lips met lips again for a scorching kiss. With more strength than he thought he had, he unwound Susan from his body, set her down without releasing her mouth and managed to get her undressed in record time. Top—hell, he ripped it a little, but who cared? Her bottoms tore too, and then there was nothing but her, naked, looking up at him breathlessly. Maybe he was going too fast, but he needed this and, holy shit, she was… He stepped back to stare. He might have stumbled back, but who could have blamed him?

Susan was beautifully curved in all the right places. Her plump, rounded breasts were all natural, and tipped with amazing pink nipples. She had well over a handful, he could tell, and her breasts were so sweetly rounded he wanted to cup them both and rub his face over the valley they would make. She had creamy skin and a smooth stomach, a tucked-in waist… He swallowed at the thought of feeling her move against him as she rode him. He’d be able to mould his hands to the killer curve of her hips and circle back to cup her perfect ass. She had long, slender legs that could hold a man tight and—Holy Mother of God—soft, blonde curls at the juncture of her delicate thighs. She was enough to make a man lose the ability to think.

“You’re fucking beautiful.” He was barely able to speak, he was so hot. He’d never seen a woman as beautiful as Susan in his life. Never fucked one. Never been near one. And he had never had one looking up at him with such a mixture of mischief and arousal, and a bit overwhelmed, too. No doubt with the speed of this, he reminded himself. Shit, his dick was nearly ready to finish this and he’d not even unzipped yet. He needed to slow down.

“Sorry, but, Goddamn, you’re killing me, Sunshine. I need you. I’m trying…trying for slow but baby, maybe hard and fast a few times, then slow for the rest of the day? And I’m warning you, no air ‘til tomorrow.” Not letting her say a word, he took her mouth again and fought the flood of cum filling his cock at the first feel of her hot, sleek skin in his hands. She was silkier than any woman he’d ever touched. So supple he wanted to bend her over and try every position he could imagine with her.