Just Want Somebody to Love (Bella Warren Book 1) (5 page)

She stopped at the top of the stairs. “Good.”

He pushed her against the wall, and she found herself in the same delicious position as in the woods. She hooked her ankles at his lower back after he lifted. “Third door at the end of the hall.”

His hands all but pinched her butt with his grip as he carried her. She wrapped her arms around his neck and flatted her hands to the broad warmth of his back. His shoulders were strong. The flex of his muscles enough to make knees tremble.

So. Much. Hot. So much more than she could have ever thought hidden under his shirt.

Then he went and lowered her on the bed and stood between her knees. There might have been whimpering at that point. If it was possible to whimper while swallowing your tongue.

She’d left her bathroom light on, and it allowed her see everything about him, down to those interesting male body parts by his hips. The creation of the V that pointed to the good stuff being outlined in his jeans. Such fascinating parts of the male form. She traced them with her fingers until coming against the barrier of his jeans. Ones she’d had opened just ten minutes ago. She returned them to their previous state and popped the button again.

That aiming to please thing he mentioned? Somehow they hadn’t even gotten started and already he was fulfilling that promise. And the memorable part? Pretty sure she passed that line somewhere between getting put against the brick wall outside the bar, to being against the tree across the road.

There were strong men in town, and she’d dated strong men before, but she couldn’t remember one being as potent as Justin. Just all-consuming and she was happy to let him put her wherever he wanted. Especially if he kept putting his hands in her hair.

The pads of his fingers brushed against her scalp. How he hadn’t gotten it tied in knots against her head, she didn’t have a clue. His hands cupped the back of her head and tilted her up. His lips came on top of hers, and she met his touch to get them back to the rushed right now excitement she’d been wrapped in before.

His kiss pressed harder, and the heat of his body moved in closer as he leaned on her, pushing her back until they were flat on the mattress. His lips teased at hers. Slow, ever so perfect unrushed kisses touched her and ignited heat simmering at a low burn.

Earlier tonight when he placed a drink in front of her with all the confidence in the world, that had been her clue the man knew too much about a lot of things. Women, she’d imagine, was at the top of that list. Praise God to every last woman in this man’s life before her.

She put her hands to his sides and he jumped. “Ticklish?”

His grin against her mouth was infectious. “I wasn’t expecting it.”

Oh really? The pads of her fingertips touched against the hard lines of his stomach until she reached his jeans. That’s when he jumped again. “Wasn’t expecting it or do you want to go ahead and admit to ticklish?”

He nipped her lower lip, pulling a surprise out of her that time. Course, there was that smile again, touching hers. “Maybe some of both.”

That grin of his was so much more intense against her mouth. She couldn’t even see it, yet, it went all the way through her. He cupped her waist, working her shirt up, and he leaned away as he lifted. She sat forward as he pulled on the shirt, pulling her back to sitting just as the cotton passed her fingertips.

Those interesting parts of his hips were eyelevel, and she leaned in to kiss one of them. The hard ridge sloped inward, and she followed the angle to his jeans. Chills prickled along his skin. His abs flexed and outlined as she kissed across his belly to the other hip. She just about made it to the other side when his muscles shuddered under her lips.

A grin split his face, but it wasn’t playful this time. A hunger lit his eyes, and air rushed from him. Her throat tightened by the heat that poured off him and the intensity of his stare.

Men never looked at her like she was a cupcake before. She’d seen that look on men’s faces as they stared at other women, but not her. At that point, he could ask her to do anything, and she’d do it. So long as he never stopped looking at her like that.

The unwavering focus of his eyes. The rise and fall of his deep breaths that passed his lips. She reached up the solid heat of his chest, and his pulse thudded under her fingertips. Her heartbeat kicked it up another notch, and her breath was in a losing race against keeping up. Heat filled between her thighs, and she wanted to press her legs together, but that wasn’t happening so long as he stood between hers. “Justin?”

His gaze lowered to her mouth, and he traced her bottom lip with her thumb. “Yeah?”

Words evaporated as he stroked over her mouth and fingers caressed her neck. He waited for whatever she might have wanted to say. “I don’t remember.”

“You can tell me later.” Her bra loosened and the straps fell off her shoulders.

He pushed her back and she went. He didn’t come down on top of her this time. His knee rested on the mattress between her thighs as he leaned over and pulled her bra away. The straps had always been uncomfortable, but as he pulled it off her, the material caressed along her elbows, then wrists. The hairs along her arms stood on end.

He opened her jeans and ever so freaking slowly started on lowering the zipper. A swallowed moved through his corded throat. “I don’t think I’ve ever paid this much attention when undressing a woman before.”

Two ticks of her zipper sounded out, and if he didn’t get them down, she’d swat his hands away and rip her clothes off herself. “Can you maybe pay close attention some other time?”

“I don’t think so.” His chuckle was deep and rumbled through the room. His voice was chocolate and rich candy. Smooth caramel melting over a tongue.

Two more clicks.

Thank God for low cut jeans with a short zipper. But then another two agonizing clicks sounded out. His knuckles brushed against her lower belly and she jumped.

A brow lifted on his face. “Who’s ticklish now?”

Every last bit of her was wound tight and waited to spring. He hadn’t opened her jeans, and by the cock of his brow and turn of his lips, he wasn’t going to until she managed an answer. “Ticklish isn’t the word I’d use.”

“Which word would you use?”

Horny? She cleared her throat. “Sensitive.”

Just one click this time. He reached under her ass, caught the waist of her pants, and tugged. Off they went, leaving her in brown cotton panties. Oh no. Um. She glanced at him, but didn’t want to see his expression and instead covered her eyes. Who even knew they made brown panties? And more important, since when did she have a pair of them? And why didn’t she remember wearing them when this whole thing started?

He tucked his finger under the wide, unsexy, all about tummy control band and traced from hip to hip before pulling them off.

She cleared her throat. Way to kill the mood. After all that talk about enjoying the moment of undressing, and there wasn’t anything more spectacular to discover than ugly cotton. “I wasn’t planning on running into anyone that would have me in this position.”

“I like them.” He flicked them off his fingertips. “I like them better now.”

She wasn’t sure, nor did she care, where her panties landed. “So do I.”

“It does make me want to stay through Monday morning though, just to see what you’d wear when you were expecting someone.”

“And I have so many choices.” She couldn’t think of any off the top of her head, but her panty drawer was stuffed full. There had to be something better in there.

“Doesn’t sound like I’ll be able to see them all before I leave.”

“Guess that means you’ll have to come back then.”

“I guess so.” He lowered his zipper far faster than hers. Not as fast as her heart beat, but at least it wasn’t another slow tease. He pulled his wallet from his back pocket and placed it next to the bed. Then his jeans were gone. Just dark green boxer briefs that didn’t look to be staying on long, not if his member straining the shorts had anything to do about it.

Now they were talking at the same speed. She eased backward on the bed so her feet weren’t hanging off. He crawled across the mattress to her. His lips landed just below her belly button. He kissed his way up the center of her, right between her breasts, to her neck, and then found her lips once again.

He was a kisser, and he was damn good at it, so that was fine. She wasn’t used to the attention and she liked it. His hands worked magic on her body, and his lips made her crazy. Distracted her from the rest of the room and everything else happening. His leg pressed against the part of her thighs and she jumped.

He was grinning again. “Someone’s excited.”

That would be her. She found his length and stroked it. He tightened, his lips paused against hers, and she released him. “I don’t think I’m the only one.”

“I passed excited the moment you followed me out of the bar. I’m here by a thread.” His roughened voice, and the playful tone she’d listened to most of the night, was all but gone. His fingers shook against her side. Hanging by a thread was a good way of putting it.

She freed him from his boxers and pushed the cotton over his hips. She shoved them as far as she could reach, and he took over from there and flung them off his legs.

He cupped her face in his hands. “You know you just cut foreplay in half by taking those off.”

“Only half?” She frowned. “I was hoping to bypass it altogether.”

He blinked. “Where have you been all my life?”

She laughed and he reached for his wallet. He managed a condom and had it on faster than she thought possible. She didn’t have to reach for him. He had her back in his arms already as he settled between her legs. She bent her knees against his hips, opening farther for him. The broad tip of him entered her. She stretched, taking him bit by bit as he filled her and their hips met.

His mouth was back over hers in a hungry kiss as she adjusted to his length and width. His tongue moved across hers in a sensual motion she was anxious for their bodies to mimic, but with his hips pinning her to the bed, she was at his mercy until he was ready.

Ever so slowly, his hips moved.

He rubbed up and down her thigh. Slow at first, matching his thrusts. Then faster. The hand on her leg became needy as her pulse became frantic. His angle adjusted so she was happily trapped as he moved against her. Her hips were pushed against the mattress as he seemed to somehow reach deeper and deeper.

Still she couldn’t get enough. She held tighter as he took her how he wanted. He kissed from her mouth to her neck, and she gasped for air while he thoroughly had his way with her. Heat, need, and wanting surrounded where he touched. Nerves attempted to fly in a hundred directions at once, but kept focused and tight and growing more intense where his length filled.

His grip on her thigh was firm and unforgiving as he took her over and over. Each filling thrust caught her breath. His lips never left her body. From her breasts to her neck, he kissed her and she’d never felt so sexy than now when it seemed he couldn’t get enough.

From his mouth to his hands. His belly on hers. There was not one part of her he didn’t have covered. Even his leg trapped one of hers to the bed by his foot hooked over her shin. His breath raced across her skin, and the heat pooling between her released at once and spun through her tight muscles as she called out his name on another thrust.

He thrust harder and faster, pushing her up the bed as his forceful strokes filled her over and over again. The walls of her insides gripped his cock in tight friction and shuddered out of control again. His heavy breaths broke from a rhythmical pattern and stuttered. His arms shook. A low grunt transformed to a rumble vibrating out of him. His quick, hard taking of her slowed and softened.

She kissed his neck and shoulder, savoring the heady scent of his skin and salty taste of him as he slowed until he stilled.

His breath was hard and heavy as he rolled off her. His arm landed across his eyes and a leg bent up as he breathed. “Memorable enough for you?”

Oh God yes. So much that she wasn’t near done with this evening. She hadn’t had sex in ages, and it would be a long time before she got it again. There was a lot of ground to cover. “I suppose it’s a decent enough start.”

His head lifted off the pillow. “You sounded and looked like it was better than that.”

She raked hair out of her face that probably stuck up in the most terrifying way. When his eyes met hers, though, she didn’t care. Muscles still tired and straining, she straddled his lap. “I have no complaints. You did a good job, but I was just getting warmed up.” She shrugged one shoulder. “Unless you can’t and need to go?”

A challenge landed in his eyes. “I can do this for hours.”

His fingertips touched her thighs as he moved up her legs and caught her hips. She might have been exaggerating a little, but when he pulled her down, yeah, okay. Let’s do this until she collapsed.

Justin held her hips against his. Her back arched and made a sexy dip on her lower back as her head whipped up and her hair bounced. She gasped. He leaned over and left another trail of kisses on her spine as he spent himself.

That was the third time? Fourth. She lowered to the bed in a cat like stretch and he followed. Instead of flopping over her, he pulled away and fell by her side. She turned to him. Most of her face was hidden behind her arm, but her eyes were full of a teasing glint. “Did we make it in time?”

He wasn’t sure he should bother trying to catch his breath. Ever since he’d walked in Whitney’s house, he’d been losing it one time after another. He couldn’t pinpoint whether it was him, her, or maybe both of them, but he didn’t have hook ups like this. He met a girl, if it got physical this fast, then great. They had a good time and then he left.

The clocked beamed a red three AM at him. “We’ll call it close enough.”

She chuckled and the noise licked his balls all the way to the top of his dick. Going by his normal standards, he should have been out of here hours ago. He scrubbed his eyes with his palms, and this time, he sat before falling back in her arms. Or more truthful, tugging her into his. His tired muscles rejected the movement, and the pillow he’d been on called him back, but he resisted it all.