Gift Wrapped (5 page)

He repeated the maneuver. Then again and again, until she could barely breathe for holding back.

“Fuck, you’re sexy. Just let it happen.”

God, could she? Should she?

Her hair tumbled to her shoulders, freed of the ponytail with one assertive, male yank. He brought a handful to his face. Inhaled. Smiled like a bad, bad boy. “And babe—you smell great.”

“Shut up and kiss me.”

His sexy lips twitched, but he didn’t speak. The fingers in her hair tightened and he pulled her closer. No more slow, seductive lips teasing their way around her sensitive skin. Just his mouth, taking charge, owning hers as his tongue delved inside, seeking and exploring. She caught it, sucked it hard and deep, the way she’d work his cock as soon as the opportunity presented itself.

He groaned into her mouth. Skated one had down to her ass and forced her even closer, spreading her legs wider as he rocked harder and faster against her clit. That did it. She obeyed him and let it happen, moaning around his tongue, writhing and bucking while she came. Hard. Fast.

Hot and breathless, she slumped in his arms, limper than the boneless chicken at her side. “Pretty sure I’ll always remember
that
first kiss.”

He chuckled against her hair. “Yeah, me too.”

Draped over his shoulder, legs wrapped around his waist, she’d essentially dressed him in a “Brinn” sweater. She
should
move. Free the man. But that’d mean taking her hands off the hard muscles under his t-shirt. Giving up his sensual, masculine scent.

She pressed her nose closer to his neck and took a deep breath. “Hey, Davis…”

“Yeah, babe?” Oh, that sounded good coming from his lips.

“You smell great.”

* * *

Turning his words back on him—very cute. Having a sense of humor—fantastic. So far, Brinn didn’t strike him as a typical female who overthought everything. She also didn’t seem the type who routinely went home with random strangers. Not that he had a basis for that. Strictly gut instinct.

Other than the feeling in his gut, Davis knew next to nothing about her. But he liked her. Enough to hope their date took its time unfolding tonight and lasted well into tomorrow. So what if it was Christmas? He had no use for the holiday. He’d hate this year’s edition considerably less if he spent it in bed with Brinn.

She planted her hands on his chest and pushed him backward, just enough to slide off the island in front of him. Her pretty blue eyes now had the glassy sheen of satisfaction. And he’d put it there. Before the night was out, he’d put it there again. As many times as possible.

For now, he closed his eyes. Enjoyed her fingers moving over his scalp. A light touch, though not in the timid sense. And not so light that it felt like bugs crawling on his skin. An erotic kind of light. The kind he could get used to, if he wanted the emotional obligations that came with having just one woman’s hands on him.

“Feel good?” she asked when he groaned. The two words slid into his ear. Sweet and sexy, like her.

“Yeah. Most of the time, I want to punch people when they touch my head, but your hands feel good. Really good.”

“Glad I escaped the want-to-punch list.”

He didn’t get the chance at a comeback. Brinn stole his ability to string two words together when she slid her hands down his body, unzipping him en route to a kneeling position at his feet.

She stared up at him. Cupped his cock through the boxer briefs. Freed him, then smiled while licking her juicy lips as if she couldn’t wait to get a taste.

Fucking hell. Her hand. So tiny and soft. So firm as it tugged him, guided him to that mouth…

“Wait.” The single word was all he could choke out. Mentally, he ordered his hips to retreat. The tightness of his clenched butt said the command wasn’t getting through. He grabbed the edge of the counter. Had to, or his hands would be on the back of her head, pulling her in.

“Why?” Hot breath teased his cock head—those kissable, incredibly fuckable lips no more than a quarter of an inch away.

“Because I can wait.” Four words. He should get a fucking literacy medal for saying more than
ungh
at this point.

“I don’t have cold sores or anything, but you can wear a condom if you want to.”

“Fuck no, that’s not it.”

“You just don’t want me to suck you?” She pouted, which served to make her lips fuller. “But it’s your turn, and I want to do it.”

“And I want you to, Brinn, I really fucking want you to, but—” Oh, fuck. Mouth sealing over the tip of his cock. Fuck. So hot. He gritted his teeth. “But not right now.”

She stopped, then leaned back on her heels and frowned up at him.

Shit. “I don’t want to rush our night together.”

“Um, I just dry-humped you on the kitchen counter. And since we haven’t even finished prepping dinner yet, I considered that an appetizer, not the main course. Was I wrong?”

“Not at all. But it’s different for women.”

“Different.” She repeated the word as if trying to figure out its meaning, the wheels turning behind her eyes as she stood. “How old are you?”

“Thirty-five.”

She patted his chest. “We can wait, no problem. I understand.”

“You understand what?”

“Why you need to wait.” And now she was tucking him into his boxers—what the hell? “I’ve dated older guys before. I understand that it takes the body longer to, um…reload. Once you’re past the prime years.”

Older guy, past his prime? Oh hell, no. “You think I can’t get off more than once in a night?” he asked, at which she shrugged. “That’s not what I said. Or meant.”

“Davis.” She brushed her fingers along his jaw. “It’s fine. I can wait too. Let’s finish making supper and stuff.”

He cuffed her wrist as she reached for the cutting board. “This
old guy
doesn’t have any trouble reloading.”

“Okay.”

Like hell it was okay. “I’m not saving up for later.”

Another shrug and a cute smirk came his way. Either she didn’t believe him, or she was playing with him.

Regardless, he had a point to make. He let go of her hand. Trapped her against the edge of the breakfast bar. “I was trying to be a gentleman. Not an easy thing around you.”

Her lips curved into a wicked smile. “Should I apologize?”

“Hell no.”

“Good, because I didn’t plan to.” She snuck one hand into his boxers, coiled it around his cock. “You’re still hard.”

“You’re still fucking hot.”

“Still want to wait?” she asked as she milked him with long, tight strokes.

He shook his head and watched her return to her knees.

She took his cock out, surveyed it with lust-filled eyes while rolling his balls in her palm. Her grip on his dick was strong, decisive. He held his breath while she moved in, shaking her head in a way that made her wavy hair brush his bared abdomen and her lips graze his throbbing cock.

She stopped just short of taking him in and looked up. “Sure you want me to do this? Because if the gentleman thing is important to you,
I
can wait.”

“I can’t.” He nudged her lips with his dick. Stopped breathing when she opened, inviting him inside her mouth. The tip, the next inch, then a couple more, slid between her lips, until his length had disappeared completely. “Fuck, Brinn, you’re killing me.” Yeah, that was a smile circling his cock. “Your mouth, Jesus, so good. And you’re so fucking beautiful.”

She said something he couldn’t make out. Thank you, maybe? His cock didn’t care what the hell her hummed words were, as long as she kept sucking him deep on the down stroke and working his shaft with her fist on the way up. She looked up as she sucked him, eyes wide and loaded with eagerness. Nothing trashy or fake. Enthusiasm, genuine pleasure—or the best impression of those things he’d ever seen.

“Mmm.” She let his cock slide almost free of her mouth. “God, you’re so hard. So big. I could suck you for hours.” Then she gulped him down again.

No mistaking those words, and the desire behind them.

Last for hours? Not a chance in hell. Or heaven. If he managed to hold out for another minute he deserved an award.

Pressure built at the base of his cock. Instinct demanded he close his eyes, hammer into her mouth and come like a fucking geyser. He didn’t want to miss a second of her face, those innocently sexy eyes. But watching her pushed him closer. Too close.

“Going to come, babe, you should stop.” Jesus, did she just shake her head?

She grabbed his ass with both hands, holding him in place. Her cheeks hollowed from suction. She wasn’t stopping.

His balls felt hot and heavy. Ready to explode. Hell, he had two seconds max. “Fuck, Brinn…” Too late. Too fucking amazing to care. He braced his arms on the counter. Pumped his hips. Groaned when her lips sealed around his cock.

Her throat tightened as she swallowed. Then swallowed again, taking everything he gave without hesitation. He ought to bow down and worship at her feet, this goddess of fellatio. All he could manage was a grunt.

“You’re welcome, caveman.”

That giggle of hers—just, damn. If he could trust his legs not to give out, he’d throw her over her shoulder right now. Show her how much of a caveman he really could be.

She smiled up at him, then scooted out from beneath his frame. Body pressed against his side, she stroked his sated cock. Got it settled back into his boxers even though it would’ve preferred she continue the petting. She finished with a kiss on the side of his neck. An innocent enough action. Only his mind now knew what those lips were capable of. He’d be thinking about it every time he looked at her mouth. Watching her lips throughout dinner was going to be torture.

“Feed me a nice dinner and you might get another blowjob for dessert.”

“You reading my mind?” he asked, tugging her to his chest. He closed his arms around her, bringing them nose-to-nose. “Put it on the breakfast menu. I’m having
you
for dessert.”

“Breakfast? I thought you didn’t do callbacks.”

“I thought salespeople were supposed to be good listeners.”

“Are you implying that I’m not?” Her voice rose as she wiggled backward from his embrace.

Damn, she was cute when she got huffy. “I said I don’t
guarantee
callbacks, not that I never make them.”

“Oh.”

“Besides, if you’re still here in the morning, no call will be necessary.” And yes, he’d officially invited her to spend the night. In his house. Based on a handful of small talk, one smokin’ kiss and an insanely hot blowjob. He must be out of his mind.

“Tomorrow’s Christmas.”

“Right. Keep forgetting that.” For reasons other than the handful of presents that’d been stolen from his living room.

She’d provided an escape clause from the overnight offer, so where was the relief that should be hitting him? Maybe that’s why he’d suggested she stay—his subconscious thought some warm, friendly company on Christmas Eve would be nice. For a change.

Soft hands cupped his face. Eyes that hid nothing looked straight into his.

Instinct screamed at him to look away. Or put up his guard, as he’d learned to do early in life. To lock down what she might find if he let her look too deeply. He fought the urge, letting her look her fill, even when his muscles twitched, longing to break free.

Then she smiled, one that lit the whole damn room. “Breakfast sounds great, but just what
does
a girl have to do to get dinner around here?”

Chapter Four

Brinn stared at her reflection in the mirror over Davis’s bathroom sink. Same face, same body. Yet she barely recognized the woman staring back. As if deciding to go for the one-night stand wasn’t already in opposition to her goal of finding Mr. Forever. Giving a blowjob to some guy she’d just met—holy crap.

One night of recklessness wouldn’t change anything. Tomorrow it’d be back to life as usual. Planning, organizing. Behaving. She’d pull up a chair at her parents’ table and cut her serving of dry turkey into appropriately sized pieces. She’d chew with her mouth closed. Have a glass of milk, not wine. Kiss her loved ones on the cheek—yes, with the same mouth she’d used for the blowjob, but never mind that—then she’d go to bed early in her most modest, fuzzy pajamas. Brinn McIntyre, good girl.

That was tomorrow. Tonight she was going with the reckless thing.

Only it didn’t feel reckless, and that made no sense. Davis hadn’t pulled any punches about tonight. He’d invited her over for a good time—a very good time, if the early events were any indication—but not to start dating.

By all rights, a heavy-duty slutty feeling should’ve kicked in. She’d certainly had it from doing far less. Like that afternoon at Grand Bend when she’d rolled around on a beach blanket, swapping spit with a sandy-haired bodybuilder from Michigan in full view of hundreds of beach-going strangers. Or the night she’d had one wine cooler more than her tolerable limit and let some guy named Spike—because
that
was his real name, yeah right—get very handsy on the dance floor.

Those
times had made her feel like a skanky ho. Having an orgasm on the kitchen counter, sucking Davis’s cock before they’d even had dinner…nope, not even a little twinge of regret. Either the stupid relationship with Liam had royally messed up her guy-dar, or Davis was something special.

It was the second option. Only a special kind of man would hunt down a gift for his neighbor’s kid after their houses were looted on Christmas Eve. And what guy would try to turn away a blowjob strictly on the grounds of gentlemanliness?

Well, crappity crap. Good thing she knew upfront that Davis was hers for a limited time only. Otherwise, she’d be in for a long, hard fall.

She freshened up and shut off the light in the bathroom. His house looked small from the outside, but there were three more doors off the hallway and a darkened archway down at the end. Access to the back door the thieves had used, probably. The kitchen and living room were open-concept at the front of the bungalow, so the closed doors probably led to bedrooms. One of which Davis slept in. Did his fucking in. And unless something went freakishly off course, she’d be his partner for those activities before the night ended.