Page 23 of The Hard Hitter
My God, we had sex just a couple hours ago, and I need her again already. That should give me pause, but it doesn’t. Instead, it has me touching the ridiculously small buttons on her blouse. My fingers are too big to pop them through the holes.
“I don’t have the patience for these, Sam,” I say, and she chuckles.
Pushing away from me, she reaches for the buttons and works them slowly, vicious tease that she is. I growl.
“You trying to make me crazy?”
She blinks up at me with innocent eyes. “Of course not.”
“Stop fucking with me, Sam. You’ve got three second before I rip that blouse from your body.”
She hesitates for a split second, her eyes wide once more. Goddammit, she likes the idea of that. Of course, I shouldn’t be surprised. I scrub my face and resist the urge to follow through. Her blouse looks expensive, and I don’t want to ruin it on her.
“One.”
She works the buttons, sliding them through the tiny holes, her fingers moving faster.
“Two.”
“I’m almost done,” she says, her voice excited, breathless.
“Three,” I say, and step into her just as she shrugs the shirt from her shoulders. I go still when I see her pretty lace bra. I’d been in such a hurry to fuck her tonight, I hadn’t bothered to remove her shirt. But I plan to make that up to her gorgeous breasts, with my hands, tongue and aching cock. “Now keep going.”
She unbuttons her jeans, and I rip into mine, pulling my cock out. I stroke the long length and her gaze drops, takes in my hand movements.
“You like that?”
She nods, and again I wonder if she even knows she’s doing it. “You’re going to touch yourself for me, too,” I say, my tone making it clear I’m not asking.
“I’ve never…”
“Then we’re going to fix that.” I slide my hand around her body, touch her sweet ass, and wonder what other things she’s never done but might like to try, because goddammit, I want to do all the things with her. “How long do you think you’ll have to treat Daisy?” I ask, and the question takes her by surprise.
“What? Why?”
“Because I want to do so many things with you, Sam,” I say, and run my hand between her legs. I brush my thumb over her sensitized clit, and her shoulders curl in as a moan catches in her throat.
“I want that, too.”
“So how about this…while you’re treating Daisy, I treat you.”
“About a month,” she says.
“For one month,
you’re mine. After that, I leave for hockey and things go back to normal. You said you didn’t want a relationship, and I’m not looking for that either, so I propose we fuck for the next thirty days. I won’t interfere with you growing your business. I know it’s your main focus right now. In fact, I’m going to help you around here, help you get the place fixed up and put that door in that you want.”
“I can’t ask that.”
“You’re not asking. I’m telling.”
“Zander,” she murmurs as I slide the glass shower door open. I turn on the water, check the temperature and guide her into the tub.
“I’m also getting your car fixed.”
“No,” she says.
“If you feel the need to pay for the car and the repairs around your place, then fine, you can pay. But we’re trading for pie,” I say, and she laughs.