Page 48 of Bad Boy for Hire
“Out.” Xavier gave him a shove.
Lynx wasn’t the least bit rattled, still wearing the bad-boy smile when he stepped off the front porch. “Bye, May!”
“Bye,” she called out.
Xavier shut the door, his attention on her, his brother forgotten. He took her water glass from her hand and asked, “Now, where were we?”
Chapter Fifteen
“There, there. Jesus.” Xavier, on his back, fingers pressing into May’s thick, glorious thighs, wedged his back teeth together and prayed he didn’t come too soon.
It’d been her idea to push him onto his back after he’d tasted her again. He hadn’t been ready to stop. By his count, she’d had three orgasms, but he was greedy and wanted to wring as many as he possibly could from her.
Now, though, it was hard to concentrate on anything apart from her riding him. The way he fit inside of her made him want to write poetry. He was a math guy—the fuck did he know about poetry? She sank back down and took him in again, her breasts swaying mere inches above his mouth…
Jesus.
“Almost,” she breathed. Her eyebrows were pinched over her nose, her eyes closed as if she was concentrating. “Almost, almost.”
Yes. Another orgasm he could claim for his count.
He lifted his knees to anchor her with his legs and pulled her onto him as he raised his hips to meet her. He did it a second time and a third, and then he found his reward.
She arched her neck and shouted his name. His release ricocheted through him, pinning his back to the bed and forcing his eyes closed. He came with her, reveling in the feel of her undulating over him, clamping down onto him?—
It was fucking epic.
His mind slowly descended, swirling down, down, down as his body buzzed. Condom this time, he’d remembered. An incredible feat for him, apparently. When it came to May, he could hardly think of anything except pleasing her, being inside of her, making her shout his name.
She was so easy to be around, it was insane. That their sexual chemistry was this spot-on was an improbability, but here they were. Their friendship had been an easy one. His only issue over the last three years was not being able to touch her or kiss her. When they’d crossed that line last weekend, and given the alarming aftermath, he’d had the fleeting thought that he might have blown it.
Then tonight, when she’d been in his bar by his side and sipping mocktails in an outfit that had him thinking of nothing other than what she looked like underneath it, he realized how wrong he’d been. They were navigating friendship and sex like pros.
She slipped off him, taking all thought from his head. He knifed up to meet her, instantly lamenting losing her heat—inevitable. He kissed her in an attempt to put it off as long as possible. She assuaged him by lingering, her lips sliding over his in a rhythm that had him growing hard again.
“You smell good,” she whispered, her voice husky.
“You taste good.” Understatement. She tasted like heaven.
Their smiles faded as they recommitted to kissing. They took their time, slowly tracing each other’s lips with their tongues for a few mind-exploding minutes. He wrapped his arms around her, pulled her close, and hummed.
“We’re good at this,” she said. “I worried the first time might have been luck.”
“I consider myself very lucky that there was a first and a second time.” He grinned when she laughed. “But you’re the It factor.”
“I’m not sure about that. Could be both of us.” She idly ruffled his hair.
“That, May Glenfield, is a safe bet.” He bent his head and took one nipple onto his tongue for a sweet kiss. Then he rubbed his beard against it and muttered, “I loved the corset.”
“You’re always so complimentary.” She shuddered, which meant his work wasn’t done tonight. He didn’t mind pulling a double. Another round sounded fucking great.
Hands still in his hair, she twisted the strands when he lazily kissed her other nipple. Whatever she wanted to do to him, he was all for.
“Are you tired?” she asked.
“Hell, no,” he answered. Which wasn’t the full truth. As turned on as he was by her, his body was growing heavier by the moment.
“Really?” She tugged his hair until his head tilted back. When she had his eyes, she said, “I am, and I can’t even blame my drink since there was no drink in it. Which was considerate of you, by the way.”
