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me. I’m asking you if you’re open to a
relationship that’s more than me spanking your ass in a club and cashing your
checks for security maintenance.”
Pressing her thighs together, she rolled onto her side and
stared at the street lamp glowing outside the window. “I didn’t think I wanted
anything else yet.”
“Didn’t? But now?”
Even though he couldn’t see the gesture, she shrugged. “I’m
trying to make sure I want to be near you because I want you, not because I
want somebody who will run to my rescue. I’m not sure this is a great time for
me to be making any kind of commitment. My emotional motivations are twisted
all around wanting you and being afraid of something I can’t fight.”
“All right. I can wait. Do you want me to back off until the
police come up with something?”
Her chest constricted at the prospect. “No.”
“Then what do you want me to do?”
“I want you to come back over here and sleep with me.”
“Sleep,” he repeated.
“Yeah. You know, the thing you do in bed until morning.” She
curled her toes in the tangle of linens at the foot of the bed and added, “The
thing you do after you screw me senseless.”
A soft thump sounded from his end of the connection and his
voice was more alert when he asked, “Do you really want me knocking on your
door tonight?”
Feeling small and weak and more than a little absurd for her
lack of backbone in the face of her own decisions, she nodded. “Yes.”
“You should go downstairs then.” He ended the call.
Outside, a car door slammed. Heart hammering in her ears,
Jovanna bolted upright. “You’ve got to be shitting me,” she mumbled as she
crossed to peek past the drapes.
Down in the community parking lot, a familiar masculine
figure prowled across a row of empty spaces in a path headed straight for her
front door. Behind him, she spotted the boxy shape of his SUV.
She muttered another colorful curse before racing down the
stairs. David didn’t knock but he was waiting, one shoulder braced against the
wall beside the door, when she looked out the narrow foyer window. Her
motion-sensor porch light spotlighted him from behind, leaving shadows along
the slope of his neck and beneath his jaw. Lower, the prominent ridge of his
erection sent up a responding flush of heat to her pussy. She hadn’t pushed
arousal very far away despite the serious turn their call had taken.
Acutely aware of her state of undress, she fumbled through
deactivating the alarm system. Didn’t stop to think about the real
ramifications of letting him into her house and waking up beside him in the
morning. If they were plunging head first into something more permanent…well,
so be it.
She yanked the door open and stared at him through the
screen he’d installed that morning. “Have you been out there all night?”
Shaking his head, he straightened away from the wall. “I
went home and decided I needed to be here even if you didn’t need me here.”
He reached for the door but stopped short of opening it.
“Have you changed your mind?”
“No.” She stepped back.
David pulled the door open. Crossed the threshold. Caught
the material of the t-shirt she wore, bunching the cotton between her breasts
in his fist. “I’m not in the mood for games right now.”
Dredging up the honesty hidden behind the anxiety, she said,
“I want you to fuck me.”
Using his grip on her t-shirt, he drew her forward. Jovanna
curled her fingers around his biceps, surrendering control. David kicked the
door shut and turned them both. He pinned her to the door, fingers spread
between her breasts, and covered her mouth.
She’d never had sex with a man so interested in kissing, had
at some point decided the mouth-to-mouth attraction was something pursued
primarily by women. David didn’t deliver anything like the soft, lazy kisses
she’d shared with other women though. No such thing as watermelon-flavored
tongues stroking and teasing, sharing gum and
relationship that’s more than me spanking your ass in a club and cashing your
checks for security maintenance.”
Pressing her thighs together, she rolled onto her side and
stared at the street lamp glowing outside the window. “I didn’t think I wanted
anything else yet.”
“Didn’t? But now?”
Even though he couldn’t see the gesture, she shrugged. “I’m
trying to make sure I want to be near you because I want you, not because I
want somebody who will run to my rescue. I’m not sure this is a great time for
me to be making any kind of commitment. My emotional motivations are twisted
all around wanting you and being afraid of something I can’t fight.”
“All right. I can wait. Do you want me to back off until the
police come up with something?”
Her chest constricted at the prospect. “No.”
“Then what do you want me to do?”
“I want you to come back over here and sleep with me.”
“Sleep,” he repeated.
“Yeah. You know, the thing you do in bed until morning.” She
curled her toes in the tangle of linens at the foot of the bed and added, “The
thing you do after you screw me senseless.”
A soft thump sounded from his end of the connection and his
voice was more alert when he asked, “Do you really want me knocking on your
door tonight?”
Feeling small and weak and more than a little absurd for her
lack of backbone in the face of her own decisions, she nodded. “Yes.”
“You should go downstairs then.” He ended the call.
Outside, a car door slammed. Heart hammering in her ears,
Jovanna bolted upright. “You’ve got to be shitting me,” she mumbled as she
crossed to peek past the drapes.
Down in the community parking lot, a familiar masculine
figure prowled across a row of empty spaces in a path headed straight for her
front door. Behind him, she spotted the boxy shape of his SUV.
She muttered another colorful curse before racing down the
stairs. David didn’t knock but he was waiting, one shoulder braced against the
wall beside the door, when she looked out the narrow foyer window. Her
motion-sensor porch light spotlighted him from behind, leaving shadows along
the slope of his neck and beneath his jaw. Lower, the prominent ridge of his
erection sent up a responding flush of heat to her pussy. She hadn’t pushed
arousal very far away despite the serious turn their call had taken.
Acutely aware of her state of undress, she fumbled through
deactivating the alarm system. Didn’t stop to think about the real
ramifications of letting him into her house and waking up beside him in the
morning. If they were plunging head first into something more permanent…well,
so be it.
She yanked the door open and stared at him through the
screen he’d installed that morning. “Have you been out there all night?”
Shaking his head, he straightened away from the wall. “I
went home and decided I needed to be here even if you didn’t need me here.”
He reached for the door but stopped short of opening it.
“Have you changed your mind?”
“No.” She stepped back.
David pulled the door open. Crossed the threshold. Caught
the material of the t-shirt she wore, bunching the cotton between her breasts
in his fist. “I’m not in the mood for games right now.”
Dredging up the honesty hidden behind the anxiety, she said,
“I want you to fuck me.”
Using his grip on her t-shirt, he drew her forward. Jovanna
curled her fingers around his biceps, surrendering control. David kicked the
door shut and turned them both. He pinned her to the door, fingers spread
between her breasts, and covered her mouth.
She’d never had sex with a man so interested in kissing, had
at some point decided the mouth-to-mouth attraction was something pursued
primarily by women. David didn’t deliver anything like the soft, lazy kisses
she’d shared with other women though. No such thing as watermelon-flavored
tongues stroking and teasing, sharing gum and
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