No Interest in Love (24 page)

“You are gonna wake the neighbors.” I laugh, but she grabs me by the back of the neck and smashes her mouth against mine. Suddenly I'm swallowing her noises, moving my fingers in a faster rhythm, wanting to taste more and more of her moans. She rocks against my hand, kissing me with ferocity. I don't know whether it's to shut up me or her, but I really don't care either way.

After several seconds (or it could be minutes or hours or days), her thighs clench, and her lips pop free from mine. She lets out a bunch of Korean at a volume I'm pretty sure can break glass, then she throws herself forward and I swear…she bites my shoulder clean off.

“Holy shit,” I say, unbelievably flattered and turned on, but equally paranoid that I'm bleeding all over the bed sheets. “You like to bite.”

“I…I'm sorry,” she pants, volume returning to normal. I slip my fingers back to her thigh, in absolute wonder that I was able to get her off within seconds. The boys and I are glad that speed is okay for her.

“Am I bleeding?” I ask. She laughs and shakes her head against my shoulder before pulling my shirt away and pushing kisses along the skin. The pain heals almost instantly. The thing could've needed stitches and I wouldn't have known.

“All better?” she asks. And I take her chin and direct her kisses to my lips. I realize as our tongues dance that I've never truly kissed a woman before her. Not like they're meant to be kissed.

Her nails trail down my cheeks, rest on my chest for the briefest of moments, then slither to the bottom of my shirt.

“Off,” she says. I laugh around her mouth and let her strip me bare. And as adorable as she looks in the baggy shirt she's wearing, I think I've seen her in baggy clothing long enough.

“Off,” I reply, lifting the shirt from her body. My eyebrows rise when I take in her skin. “No bra,” I utter like an idiot.

“I had to get rid of that thing.”

“Well…you're a big fat liar, then.”

“How so?” she asks, leaning in and nibbling on my ear. My brain's starting to melt.

“Uh…you said it's noticeable when you don't wear one.”

“You did notice.”

A lazy smirk hits my lips. “We're fighting again.”

She settles her hands on my chest and shoves me back to the pillows. I could look at her all day like this.

A nail strokes along the lines of my tattoo, and I bring up my hands, pretending there's a camera in them, then say, “Click.”

“Taking a mental picture?”

“Oh yeah.”

“Make sure you save it to the hard drive.” She rolls her hips slightly, then slides down my body.

I'm dying.

Nope.

I'm dead.

She rests her chin on her hand over my belly button, still driving me absolutely mad as she traces my tattoo.

“Do you have any more?”

I shake my head. I think. Honestly, I don't know what's happening anymore beyond her hand on my skin. “Do you?”

“Just the one.” Her cheek presses against my abs and she draws a line from Wolverine's claws to my pants. “You slept in your jeans.”

“I've been sleeping in jeans all week.”

“You could've taken them off.”

“My body would've been so tempting, you would've battled through indigestion to get a piece of it.”

“I would've just reminded myself of the time I walked in on you taking a whiz.”

I laugh, making her head bounce on my stomach. “That reminds me…
What happened in that bathroom?
” I ask, referring to the truck stop incident she still hasn't told me about. She shakes her head, pushing her lips together.

“Nothing.”

“Come on…” I trace a line up her arm, grinning at the goose bumps I leave on her skin.

“It's not exactly foreplay talk.”

“Are we in the middle of foreplay?”

She growls, tossing her head back, and it's adorable and sexy all wrapped in one.

“There was a lady in there.”

“Okay,” I say, leaning up on my elbows. She's actually gonna spill this time.

“She was naked.”

I wait for more. “That it?”

She shakes her head. “And she was…relieving herself.”

“It
was
a bathroom.”

“Into her sun hat.”

Another laugh pushes at my gut, and I toss my head back and let it all out. She smacks my stomach, but her hand lingers there as I laugh. Her fingers run over my skin, and when I tilt my head forward, her face is right next to mine.

“I should not be this turned on by you right now,” she says, as if it's my fault.

“All this bathroom talk…It's making you horny.”

“I'm one sick pervert.” She sighs and rests back on my chest. “I just love seeing you laugh like that.”

“The feeling is mutual.” I reach down to tickle her elbows, but she moves her fingers to the button on my jeans, and the Smurfs and Woody both yell at me to not distract her.

It takes her a couple shots to get the fly open, and I lie back and just let her at it. She tucks her hands into the waistband and tugs, and I laugh as the jeans move probably about an inch and no more.

She grabs at my pockets and pulls. Takes any extra fabric and yanks. She's making some pretty impressive grunting noises while I just chuckle at her efforts. She finally gets the waistband to my knees and stands up at the foot of the bed. Grabbing handfuls of fabric by my ankles, she does one final tug and tosses the jeans behind her.

“Thank you so much for your help,” she pants, bare chest heaving up and down, long hair covering her breasts. I can't see anything lower than that because my boxers are pitched high.

“No problem,” I answer with a sly grin. She makes a face, then lunges on top of me. Her teeth find my ear, and I know she's probably trying to tease and play, but I like it far too much to complain about it.

I grab her waist, stroke my thumb over the jewel dangling from her belly button, and try to get a glimpse of it. But she distracts me once again by moving her playful bites down my chest. Those bites soon turn to kisses, and Woody is practically dancing when she gets to the top of my boxers.

“Crap,” she says, turning to look behind her. “I just threw the condom across the room, didn't I?”

“Yep.”

She sighs, then kisses me through my underwear before hopping off the bed to get my wallet. A rush flows through my blue balls, and I shoot upright.

“You gotta give me a second.”

She laughs as she digs through my pockets. “I'm way over here.”

I scramble from the bed, tripping over the bedsheets and bumping off the walls to the bathroom.

“Two seconds, I swear,” I say, then duck inside and shut the door behind me.

Cold water.

I need cold water and lots of it.

Flipping on the faucet, I grab onto the counter and breathe, looking down at the boys and shaking my head.

“All right, guys…I know it's been a while. But you gotta give her at least ten minutes.
At least
.”

The throbbing in my pelvis tells me I'm SOL, and if I could reach, I'd dump these impatient bastards in the sink and hose 'em down. Instead I settle for filling a glass and biting back a girlish yelp as I make them take a swim in the cold water. It doesn't make Woody go away, but I'm doing the best I can here.

I take a deep breath, pull my boxers up, and head back out. The clock says 10:22. Shay's kneeling on the bed, her eyebrows knit together as she reads the condom package.

“It's flavored.”

“You like cherries?” I ask with a grin, crawling across the mattress toward her. I move her hair from her shoulder and press kisses to the beating pulse on her neck.

“I'm trying to figure out the logic behind one of these things.”

“It makes the sex smell like fruit.”

“I'm sure that's exactly what you thought when buying it.” She rolls her eyes to meet mine, and I kiss her cheek.

“Can I ask a favor?” I ask.

“If you want me to go down on you with this thing—”

“Will you please…put on your glasses?” I nod to the red frames sitting on the nightstand. She gives me a questioning look.

“Are you teasing me?”

“Absolutely not.”

She reaches back, and I run a hand over her tattoo until she's kneeling in front of me again. With the bravado of someone about to give a lap dance, she slides them up her nose, then suggestively puckers her lips at me.

My hands find her waist, and I pull her onto my lap. Her lips crash into mine, and I cradle her face, taking her down with me to the pillows. I feel her tear into the condom wrapper, then she yanks down my boxers. A laugh muffles between our lips, because I'm digging the enthusiasm. Her hand starts to push the condom on, but she startles back.

“Why are you so
cold
?”

“Uh…Can you just ignore that?”

“I don't know if I can.” She eases back on my legs, resting there till I make a move. I sit up and start kissing behind her ear until she forgets that I'm a few degrees chillier down under than I should be.

“Mmm,” she moans, then a slew of Korean spills from her lips.

“Do you only curse in Korean?” I ask, smiling against her cheek. She nods and tilts her head back to give me access to her neck. She even points to where she wants my mouth. I laugh, hold her steady by the jaw, and drag the tip of my tongue from the hollow of her throat back to her ear. She swears again in her sexy-as-hell language, then slips her hands down, pushing the condom on.

She's got that frantic look in her eyes, like we suddenly don't have time to do this. She stands up, and I hold her steady while she pushes her shorts off. Her knees land back down on either side of my hips, and she settles her hands on my shoulders. She tries to force me onto my back, but I stay upright. More control that way. I can steady her hips and her movements in case they're going too fast and Woody starts to bow out.

She tilts her head, slight frustration crossing her expression when I don't move.

“Lie down,” she says.

I shake my head and try to convince her otherwise by continuing to love up on her neck.

“Jace…seriously.”

I move my lips downward to her breasts, giving them equal attention. I find another volume button there, and after a few seconds of unbelievably loud noises, I can't help but chuckle a bit against her skin.

“Lay back,” she says again, pushing on my shoulders. I shake my head. Her whole body shifts as she growls, grabbing fistfuls of my hair and pulling me up to look at her. She lifts an eyebrow in a seductive and evil kind of way, then rises on her knees…

…and slams her hips down.

Yep, I'm done. I can't fight it anymore.

My back thumps against the mattress, her hands press on my chest for leverage, and she starts moving. I lose conscious thought for about twenty-two seconds.

“I can't believe this,” I mumble like a moron, running my hands over her ribs.

“What?” she breathes.

“That you're…”
On top of me. Straddling me. Humping me into oblivion.
“That you want this. With me.”

Her eyes flutter open, and she presses her lips together briefly before saying. “I'm so into you.”

I grin. “I think I'm the one in you.”

She stops her movements, giving me a teasing look with her wide eyes, then lifts her hips. I grab at her waist to keep her from getting away. “Wait! Wait!” I laugh. She pushes down on me hard again, and oh my damn, I think I…nope…Woody's still good.

But he won't be for long.

“Let me be on top,” I blurt.

“No,” she breathes, shaking her head, increasing her rhythm.

“Yes.” I lock onto her waist, begging her to slow down because I'm at my wits' end and I don't think it's even been a full minute yet.

She shakes her head again, grabbing onto my wrists and forcing me to move with her. My fingers dig into her thighs. I'm gonna lose it. The pleasure is rippling through my entire body and I won't be able to hold it back. Added to the look on her face, her hair tossed all around and the bouncing and bouncing there is so much bouncing.

I throw my head back and through the blissful blur I notice the time.

10:25
.

It's been three minutes.

I sit up, stopping her movements and rolling us before she has time to argue about it. Only my brain didn't register where we were located on the bed. And we both crash-land on the floor.

“You're a thousand pounds,” Shay squeaks underneath me, eyes squeezed shut in pain but lips tilted up in a smile.

“Whoops.”

She squirms a bit, and I push up on my arms to give her breathing room. One flick of her eyes to my elbows and I say, “Don't even think about it.”

“I'm not thinking about anything,” she lies through her teeth, trying to play innocent. I gently take hold of her wrists and playfully pin her arms above her head. She immediately starts struggling.

“You want back on top.”

“I like on top.”

“Well…for once, can I be in control?”

“Oh, so
that's
what this is about.” She arches her back, and her belly button ring bumps against my abs. “I'm up for a fight.”

I bend down and press a gentle kiss on her chin. “Please don't fight this one,” I whisper, and it takes one, two, three seconds for her body to fall against the floor. The struggle against my hands ceases, her smile fades, but not entirely, and the fire behind her eyes goes from a playful burn to a blazing inferno as she relinquishes all the power to me.

I push my hips forward, unable to resist any longer.

And I miss.

I mean, completely miss where I'm trying to go.

She laughs as I poke at her leg and then move to the side to get to my destination, but she moves the other way and suddenly we're playing tag.