Jilted: Promise Harbor, Book 1 (18 page)

“Nothing’s wrong!” She struggled against his strong grip, but he hauled her back up against him.

“Bullshit.” And he laughed. He actually laughed. And then she found herself pinned to the mattress with a very big, hot man holding her down. She stared up at him.

“I don’t pity you,” he said gently. “I’m apologizing for screwing things up so badly. Marrying Allie was a bad idea, for so many reasons. And I’m sorry you two aren’t friends anymore.”

Her throat clogged up as she gazed at him.

“I don’t want you to go back to Boston,” he added.

His words tore at something inside her. How could he say things like that? He could he be so honest and brave? How could she say no when he opened up like that?

“And you said you’d help with the business. That factoring thing.”

Yes. She had said that. For Josh, when you said you’d do something, you did it. And she wanted to be that person too. She liked the fact that he needed her for something. She liked how that made her feel, for once in her life not pitiful and powerless. Instead she felt needed. Strong.

“Okay,” she whispered. “I’ll come back with you.”

Chapter Twelve

“But just until I get the factoring set up for you,” she added. “Maybe a week or two. Then I really have to get back to Boston and start looking for a job again.”

Well, hell. But that was better than nothing. Josh was kind of amazed he’d gotten her to agree to come back at all.

His heart squeezed. She thought her father hated her, for Chrissake. That couldn’t be. And then when she’d mentioned about how she and Allie used to be friends, her words had ripped a hole in his gut.

He tugged on her hair, gently, to pull her head back so he could kiss her. He didn’t know how to make it better for her, other than this way. Showing her. He found her mouth in the darkness, her lips so soft and pouty. Her cheek was hot against his fingertips, and she turned in to him, in to the kiss, shifting her body just a little so they fit together even more perfectly. Her fingers tightened on his shoulder, and he felt her pulling herself closer even though they couldn’t really be any closer unless he was inside her.

Again. God, again. He wanted to be inside her again. His dick stirred as blood moved south, her naked body in his arms heating him up all over again, her mouth soft and warm sucking at his, so gently, sucking on his tongue, the kiss getting deeper. He wanted her all over again, even more, his emotions getting all tangled up with the lust. It was all he wanted, her, being with her. He could do her again, do her all night, but…
shit!

He’d used up the only two condoms he had.

“Mmm. Dev?” He brushed his mouth over hers again.

“Yes?”

“D’you happen to have any condoms?”

Her lips pursed and she drew back a little. He could see her shadowy eyes. “Um. No.”

“Damn.”

He caught the movement of her lips as she smiled. “I wasn’t planning on having sex on this trip.”

“I wasn’t either.” Never mind the fact that it was supposed to have been his honeymoon. Once that was off the table, he sure as hell hadn’t planned on having sex. “But I want to. Again.”

“Ah.” She shifted against him, her breasts soft against his chest. “Well, there are lots of other things we can do.”

Excitement raced through his veins. “Oh. Oh yeah.”

“Like maybe…sleep.”

She kissed him softly, but he felt her smile against his lips. He slid his hand down and gave her butt a little smack.

“Hey!”

“Never mind the ‘hey’. You like that too.” Trying new things, sexy things, had never been a problem for them. He laid his palm on the firm flesh of her ass again, just how he knew she liked it, and she wriggled enticingly.

“Okay, I didn’t mean sleep,” she said breathlessly.

“Good. I mean, we
should
get some sleep. At some point.”

“Sure.”

“But not now.” He kissed her again, long and deep, molding his palm to her ass cheek, pulling her against his thickening cock, that buzz of need starting in his groin again. Jesus. “I know what I want to do.”

“So…do it.”

Her words set him on fire, and he gently pushed her to her back. He leaned over her and kissed her, cupping her breast, filling his palm with firm flesh, her nipple tightening against his hand. He bent to suck the other nipple, loving the feel of pebbled flesh against his tongue, loving the way she melted into him. His hand slid down between her legs, found where she was silky and wet. For him. It made his head spin. And made his cock hard.

He explored her body with his mouth and his hands, kissing sensitive places like the inner curve of her elbow and her waist. He turned her over and drew her hair away to lick the back of her neck and drag his tongue down her spine, down, down to the little hollows just above her ass. He kissed her there, palmed her cheeks, then licked the crease where cheek met thigh. He loved every shiver and ripple of her body, every soft sigh and moan as he touched her. He kissed her butt cheeks, sank his teeth so gently into the firm flesh, ran his nose up the crevice between while his fingers explored her from the back, dipping into liquid heat.

“You have the most gorgeous ass,” he murmured with one last little nip.

Then he rolled her to her back again and moved over her, his testicles tight and full, his cock aching. It jutted out in front of him as he straddled her, his knees on either side of her waist. She gazed up at him, her eyes moving from his face to his cock, and when she licked her lips, heat shot through him and he smiled. “Yeah,” he said, looking meaningfully at her breasts. “You know what I want to do. And then I want you to suck me.”

She gave a tiny nod, wide-eyed, and reached for him. He loved how much she enjoyed this too. He kneed his way a little closer and took her hands. “Here,” he whispered. “Push your breasts together for me.”

She did so, plumping up the soft curves, and with a groan he lowered himself over her. Jesus, that was so fucking sexy, her soft skin closing around him. “Oh yeah,” he groaned, unable to take his eyes off the sight, her sexy curves fitting around him, her expression avid and aroused as she too watched. The exquisite drag and pull on his throbbing shaft had tension building, heat rushing through his body.

He watched, and then he moved again, higher up her body, took hold of his cock with one hand and her chin with other. “Open,” he directed her with a little pressure of his thumb on her chin, and she obeyed, so sweetly another rush of adrenaline powered through him. He traced her lips with the head, then pushed into her mouth. Her eyes widened, then half closed with pleasure, and she made a soft sound in her throat. Wet heat surrounded him as she sucked on him, nearly crossing his eyes, nearly blowing the top of his head off. Her lips tightened on him, and he reached out to touch his fingertips to her hollowed cheek as she sucked.
Jesus. Jesus Christ.
Sensation like electrical shocks ran from his cock to his balls and then up his spine. So hot. So sweet. So tight.

He was careful not to go too deep, loving how she let him do this, how she let him dominate her like this when they both really knew she was the one in charge—
oh yeah, all the way baby
. He watched her face, watched her heavy-lidded eyes flicker, watched the expression of pleasure that glowed there. His hips moved, sliding his shaft in and out of her wet mouth, the head of his cock aching, his balls boiling.

“Oh yeah, baby,” he whispered, his ass tightening as pressure built inside him. He controlled his movements, but she sucked him deeper, with a firm pressure that consumed him. “Sweet. So sweet, baby. Just like that.”

Her tongue licked over the head, swirled around the ridge, and more sensation ricocheted through his body, a barrage of sparks, hot and sharp, up and down his spine. His muscles bunched, and he watched his thick erection slide in and out between her lips. She reached for him then, her fingers finding his balls, teasing over them with delicate strokes. “Christ!” he shouted, rapture burning through him, moisture popping out on his forehead and chest. He shuddered. “Yes. Tongue it. Suck it. Christ, that’s so good, Dev.”

His balls were so tight as her fingers played with them. He panted for air, his lungs constricted, the base of his spine aching, and he knew he was close, so close. “Dev,” he said hoarsely. “Gonna come…”

She acknowledged him with a flicker of her eyes, but only sucked harder, hungrily, taking him deeper, and when he bumped the back of her throat, he lost it. Light exploded in front of his eyes, every hard pulse of pleasure wrenching his muscles as he emptied himself into her hot little mouth. She sucked on him as he came, sucked every hot jet, sensation burning and twisting inside him. He cried out with the relief of it, the beauty of her taking him like that.

He reached out and cupped her face, his breathing ragged, and she let him slide out of her mouth, his flesh still heavy. “Christ, Devon,” he whispered, staring down at her in awe. “Christ.”

She gave him a smile, her lips swollen and shiny, her eyes warm and sensual. He remembered again what it had been like between them, how much they’d loved to explore and enjoy each other. He’d never in his life been with another woman who seemed to take so much pleasure from that, and it made his chest clench.

He lowered himself onto her, stretching out, and kissed her, so deep, so hot, pouring himself into it, every feeling and emotion that he couldn’t name.

She’d said she’d come back to Promise Harbor with him, so maybe they didn’t have to have an all-night sex marathon after all. At the moment, he wasn’t up for that anyway. But the way he was around her, it wouldn’t be long before he was.

“So hot,” he murmured against her mouth. “You are so damn hot.”

“Mmm. So are you.”

“I need a shower.”

“What time is it?”

“I have no idea.” He kissed her again. “Come on.”

“Where?”

He rolled off her and off the bed, tugging her with him. “To the shower.”

“Oh. Oh! Well, all right. If I must.”

He grinned, holding her hand as he walked from bedroom to bathroom. “I’ve been wanting all week to see if we’d both fit in this shower.”

She gave a cute little blink at the bright light. “I don’t think there’s much doubt that we’ll both fit. It’s a pretty big shower.”

“True. I guess that’s why I was thinking about showers for two.” He cranked on the water, then pushed her up against the bathroom wall and kissed her as they waited for the water to warm. Jesus, he loved kissing her. Couldn’t get enough of it.

Something expanded in his chest, something like relief that she was going to stay longer, that this wasn’t going to be their last night together. He wasn’t sure where they were going with this, but he’d worry about that later.

They stepped into the shower and he slid the glass closed behind them, enclosing them in a cloud of warm steam. Water sprayed down on both of them, and he slid his arms around her wet body and just held and kissed her some more. He turned her so her back was to the water, turned her again so his was, getting them both wet all over. Then he reached for the bottle of body wash on a small shelf. He popped the lid and sniffed it.

“I remember buying this for you,” he said.

“Not that bottle. The one you bought ran out a long time ago.” He caught the teasing glint in her eye and once more laid a little spank on her butt. She laughed, her face turned up to him, wet hair streaming down her back, her smile so luminous it took his breath away.

“I always loved the smell,” he said. He poured some liquid into his hand, rubbed it against his other hand and then reached for her again. Slick with soap, his hands glided over every curve and dip. “Oh yeah. Nothing sexier than slick, soapy skin.” He caressed her breasts, fingers sliding over firm, sleek flesh with ease, her nipples hard and tight. His hands shaped her ribcage, her waist and her hips, then cupped her ass and brought her up against him.

“Sex in the shower?” she murmured, arms twined around his neck.

“I need a little longer this time,” he said. “Before I can go again.”

“Getting old, huh?”

“You’re asking for it, aren’t you?”

“Yup. You might have to spank me.” And once more their eyes met, hers gleaming with amusement, and he couldn’t stop the grin that spread across his face. Fun. They’d always had so much fun together. Until the end, when Allie’s mom had been so sick, then when she’d died and everything had fallen apart. Then, not so much fun.

But that was in the past, and this was now. And he was having fun.

They washed each other with slow, soapy hands, exploring and teasing with low laughs and soft sighs, and damned if he didn’t get hard again when her hands slid between his legs. He was going to need to sleep for a week after this. She ran her hand down the length of his cock and back up, and heat converged there, rushing through his body to that spot, right there where she touched him. She rubbed her thumb over the head, and he swelled into her palm. He groaned and tipped his head back, water rushing over his face as her hands teased him and rubbed him and played with him until he was teetering on the brink.

Her fingers slipped between his thighs, cupped his balls pulled up so tight against him, and gently squeezed. “Fuck,” he muttered, pressure building there.