Page 52 of Kiss Kiss Bang
And he disappeared into the bathroom, leaving her discombobulated.
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Joey splashed water on his face. He’d almost ripped off her clothes and fucked her senseless on the couch with her daughter sleeping in the next room. That wasn’t what he wanted and he wanted to show her it wasn’t just sex. Not for her, and certainly not for him. His cock was rock hard and he had to close his eyes and count to one hundred before walking back out. After finishing up in the bathroom he grabbed a blanket and pillows from the linen closet and went back to the living room. He lay down on the sofa to watch television, trying not to think of the woman who would be sleeping in his room, on his bed, her hair on his pillows, her scent on his sheets . . .
He groaned when his cock hardened again. By the time he walked back to the living room she was gone. He set up the couch for a long sleepless night with the world’s biggest hard-on. But it was her turn to come to him. He couldn’t be the only one to continue to push for more.
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The first sign there was something amiss was a creaking noise, followed by light footsteps as if someone was trying to walk quietly. He had his weapon tight in his hand and was adjusting his eyes to the darkness. He felt the warmth of another person nearby and then saw the figure move closer to him. He hadn’t moved a muscle, well, except to inconspicuously reach for his weapon, as he lay on the sofa waiting and calculating his move. The only thing he knew for certain was that whoever was there would not get close to Olivia or Sophie.
As the person approached slowly and quietly, he was able to see the outline enough to calculate his next move, which he executed quickly and with trained precision. He had the person . . . pressed up against him, her back to his front, and his armed arm around her neck. “One move and I’ll shoot. Who the fuck are you?” But as soon as he felt her, he let go. He knew that body, that scent . . .
“Shit,” he grumbled, then put his weapon away. “Did you come here to try to seduce me, Madame Governor?”
She rolled her eyes. “Obviously, I’m not good at seduction if you have to ask. Or if you try to shoot me.”
He stared at her. She was in a threadbare T-shirt, her nipples poking through, and her long legs were bare. But the best part was how her hair hung loose and long over her shoulders. He loved when she had it down. It was rare to see it that way, but he’d already gotten to see it a few times and couldn’t wait to feel it on him.
“What was your plan? When you walked out here, what were you going to do?”
She looked up as if thinking. “I didn’t really have a plan. I was going to ask you to come with me to your room.”
He stood up and began to walk to his room. He looked over his shoulder to where she was still standing. “You coming?” He winked at her and proceeded to his room, hoping she was following right behind.
He sat on the edge of his bed and a moment later she walked in. She closed the door and he heard the click of the lock behind her. His heart hammered in his chest.
“You are so fucking beautiful, Livie.”
She walked to him and stood between his parted thighs. He looked up at her and gripped her ass while he waited for her to make the next move.
“This isn’t just a one-time thing, right? This is me and you trying for something more?”
“Darlin’, this is me and you trying for everything.” If she hadn’t “gotten” it before, he hoped she got it now. He saw how her shoulders visibly relaxed. He pushed some hair from her face. “I’ll tell you a secret, Livie. While you’ve been working yourself up as to how I felt and you felt and Sophie felt and what the entire fuckin’ world felt, I’ve made you mine. Livie, like it or not, you and me, we’re already in a relationship. You just didn’t want to see it.”
“Hmm . . .” She closed her eyes and then smiled. “Damn you and your ninja relationship skills.”
“We all have our super powers, baby.”
Her face then became serious. “Joey, I haven’t done this in a long time.” She didn’t sound nervous or scared, she sounded honest. Like she was diving in the deep end but needed him to know she wasn’t the strongest swimmer.
“Show me your body, darlin’.” His voice came out in a raspy tone he hadn’t expected. Shit, maybe she wasn’t the only one who was nervous.
She reached for the hem of her shirt and pulled it up and over her head. Ignoring the scar, he pulled her close, his face eye level with her soft navel. He placed a kiss on it first, looking up at her, seeking permission to keep going. Trailing a line of kisses and small nips from hip bone to hip bone, he tucked his index fingers on either side of her black panties and slid them down her legs. She held on to his shoulder as she stepped out. He leaned back on his elbows to look at her. She was long and lean and damn . . . his cock stirred. “Gorgeous.”
He cupped the non-injured breast with one hand, watching her reaction. She had her eyes open and was staring at him. He moved closer and put the pink nub into his mouth, just as he’d been dreaming about.
She moaned and her body shook with anticipation under his touch. Looking up at her through his lashes, he trailed his tongue down and down to the bare area between her legs. She ran her hands through the scruff on his mostly-bald head, not at all shy about what she wanted or what he was about to do. He surprised her by stopping, standing and then swooping her up and carrying her to bed. She crawled back and he laid down, parting her thighs with his shoulders.
“I want you so much, Joey,” she whimpered. Her head fell back against the headboard with a thump when he parted her pussy with his fingers and trailed his tongue up and down over and over, burying his face and tongue as deep as he could get it. She writhed underneath him but kept quiet, except for soft moaning, her arms pushing his head to her and his palms grabbing her thighs firmly and spreading her wide. It was the quietest sex he’d ever had—the only sign that she was coming was the way her pussy contracted and grew wetter against his face, and how her thighs shook.
Wiping his face against her thigh, he moved up her body, not giving her a second of reprieve, and then kissed her hard, again, keeping his weight off of her with his forearms against the bed. “I can eat your pussy every day, all day, for the rest of my goddamn life.”
Not stopping what he was doing, he reached blindly for the bedside table, the lamp wobbling in the process as he pulled the drawer open, tossing things out until he felt the condom. He took it out and sat up, ripping it open with his teeth.
She scrambled up and took it from his hand looking desperate and then surprised him by pushing him onto his back, grabbing his throbbing cock and stroking it up and down firmly but slowly. He was about to lose his goddamn mind.
“Put the condom on me, Livie. No more fucking around. I need to be inside of you.”
She bit her bottom lip, concentrating on sliding the condom down. Once he was sheathed, he lifted her up a little, and she grabbed him again, positioning him at her entrance and slowly sliding down. The only sounds were soft moans and groans from the sheer bliss they felt from him being inside her.
Not wanting to sound cliché, he didn’t say how tight she was or how good she felt, but fuck . . . she was squeezing the life out of his dick and if she didn’t start moving he was going to flip her over and fuck her senseless. Lucky for her, she began to rock, tentatively at first, but then a little more confidently until she lost herself to pleasure, which was such a beautiful sight that he almost came just from watching her.
He held on to her waist, pushing her down and helping her up. He felt the spasms of her orgasm right on his cock as she dug her nails into his shoulder, shuddering and squeezing over and over. “Baby . . . baby . . . arghh . . .” he grunted into her neck as he came hard and she collapsed on top of him.
