One Night Stand (7 page)

Amanda couldn’t fight him. She knew she should push him away. Instead, her traitorous hips moved, straining for more. His touch was light, teasing. He circled the tiny puckered opening. The pad of his finger pressed against her, barely penetrating her outer ring. Nerve endings she didn’t know existed fired lightning through her blood. She couldn’t think. She felt the heat of his mouth press against her and she was lost. She was a slave to his hands, his wicked fingers that were driving her need higher and higher. She was on fire. She could feel the perspiration on her skin as she clutched at his head. She didn’t know if she wanted to push him away or pull him closer.

He continued to caress her anal opening as he stroked his tongue across her swollen clit. His teeth nipped at her. She writhed beneath him, her head thrashing until her whole body came apart. Starbursts of light exploded behind her eyelids as her orgasm ripped through her. She opened her mouth in a silent scream as his tongue drove deep into her pussy, extending her pleasure until she quivered with it. “Mercy…” she begged as he swallowed her release, “mercy.”

Her legs shook uncontrollably as she collapsed to the bed. Joe stretched out beside her. She rolled into him, curling tightly against his side. His arms came around her, surrounding her with his delicious warmth. She sighed. “I so love your promises.”

He made a sound that was all satisfied, arrogant male. “Sleep,” he whispered. His lips pressed against her forehead and she fell into oblivion.

Chapter 6

Joe found a stockpile of unopened toothbrushes in the bathroom and made use. His head ached, each subtle throb a reminder of why he rarely overindulged. That didn’t explain the throb in his dick, though. He’d definitely overindulged with that particular part of his anatomy. It should be as limp and exhausted as the rest of him.

And yet…

He looked down at the offending organ jutting out from his stomach. He’d been disappointed to find himself alone when he woke up. His raging hard-on had been positively angry.

He smiled. Remembering her drowsy moans only rushed yet more blood to the lower part of his body. He could hear Amanda below, speaking in soft tones that soothed his nerves. He assumed she was talking to her brothers. He promised himself not to tear their heads off for putting a damper on his morning.

Ah, promises.
Damn it.

He’d never been so attracted to anyone before. Of course, she was gorgeous. But it was more than that. She was tough, full of fire. The way she handled her brothers had him wanting to puff his chest out with a pride he had no right to feel. Not to mention the way she’d handled herself in the bar.

But she was insecure about herself. After being betrayed, not once but twice, Joe couldn’t really blame her. What were those guys thinking? He wanted to track them down and beat the ever-living shit out of them for hurting her. Then thank them for being the assholes that sent her to find him. He wanted to protect her. Hell, who was he kidding? He just wanted her. The minute she’d dropped her guard and came apart in his arms he’d known.

And there was his dilemma.

One night, she’d said.
We’ll just see about that.

He went to the basket on the nightstand, grabbing several condoms and shoving them into his pocket.

As he descended the stairs, he found himself hoping Amanda was a coffee drinker. He wasn’t sure he could make it through what remained of the day without a blast of caffeine. The smell of bacon drew him toward the kitchen. Amanda was dressed in his black T-shirt and from the looks of it, nothing else. He admired the long, tanned legs that disappeared beneath the hem of his shirt. Damn, she was sexy … and alone. No sign of her brothers.

“Come on, Amanda. I’m dying here,” a female voice moaned from a speakerphone. “Give me something. Is he hot? He is, isn’t he? Is he hung?” Her questions came like the rapid-fire of a machine gun.

Amanda laughed. “He’s amazing, Sam. That’s all I’m going to say so you can save your breath.”

Joe was startled. He’d never been called amazing before. Well, at least not that he knew of, anyway. Hearing it from Amanda’s lips suddenly made him feel ten feet tall.

Sam evidently wouldn’t give up. “He’s gorgeous, right? That’s why you’re being so secretive.”

Amanda only hummed in response.

“Hold on.” Sam sounded instantly suspicious. “I know that tone.”

“What tone? I didn’t even say anything.”

“It’s what you aren’t saying, Amanda.”

“Stop worrying. It was fun. That’s all.”

Joe snorted, sensing the lie in that statement.
It was a helluva lot more than fun.

“Uh-huh, right. So where is he now? Is he still there?”

“He’s in the room,” he mumbled as he walked over and wrapped his arms around Amanda’s waist. He leaned in to nuzzle her neck. “Good morning, ladies,” he drawled.

Amanda sank back into his chest and looked up at him. “Mmm,” she purred, “good morning.”

He nipped playfully at her earlobe. “Where are the others?”

“Gone. They had to get back.”

Joe nuzzled her hair. “Hmm, that’s a damn shame.”

“Oh my God. Is that him?” Sam demanded from the speakerphone.

“It’s him,” Joe said dramatically.

“Holy shit,” she groaned, “I could come from just hearing your voice. Say something else!”

“Samantha!” Amanda shrieked.

“Samantha, huh?” He kissed a path down Amanda’s exposed neck. “Seems I owe you a debt of gratitude, Samantha. The gift basket was … let’s just say … handy.” He loved how Amanda automatically tilted her head, giving him greater access. He sank his teeth into the pulse point at the base of her neck. Amanda gasped as he laved over the mark with his tongue.

Silence from the speakerphone.

“You’re making breakfast.” His hands caressed her bare ass and she arched into him.

“I thought you may be hungry after … well … you know.” Amanda’s cheeks turned a bright pink.

“If you’re gonna do it,” he teased at her ear, “you might as well be able to say it. Has daylight made you shy, Mandy?” His hand moved under the shirt. He caressed her flat belly before moving toward her breasts. He teased the curves with his fingertips. “Come on, say it,” he coaxed. “After I fucked you silly.” He kept his voice low, intimate. He slipped a hand between her thighs. He found her pussy wet and ready for him.

“Holy fuck,” came a breathy voice from the phone.

Amanda fumbled for her phone. “I’m gonna have to call you back, Sam.” She hung up without waiting to hear her reply. She turned in Joe’s arms and gave him a seductive smile. “Are you hungry?”

“Starving.” He reached behind her and turned off the stove. He bent down and scooped her over his shoulder.

“Joe!” Amanda laughed as she struggled to get free. “Put me down!”

There was a resounding
crack
as his hand came down on the bare cheek of her ass. Amanda gasped in shock. “Be still, you little hellion,” he demanded, moving through the kitchen and into the living room. He unceremoniously dropped her onto the large leather couch. “Or I’ll have to spank you again.” His blood fired at the thought.

Amanda gave him a demure look. “We wouldn’t want that now, would we?”

Joe narrowed his eyes before pulling the shirt over her head.

“What are you doing?” she asked.

“I’m taking my shirt back,” he said simply. “You look much better without it.”

*

Amanda shivered, the cool air causing tiny goose bumps to form on her skin. Anticipation pooled in her belly and her nipples drew up tight. She resisted the need to cover herself while Joe looked his fill.

“You are stunning.” Joe’s voice was a faint whisper. His eyes, darkened with desire, caressed her naked body. No one had ever looked at her that way before. Like he wanted to devour her.

Her ass tingled with warmth from his slap. She’d never been spanked before, not in discipline, not in sex. That one touch had caused a shot of lightning to surge through her ass and straight to her womb, making her clit throb with need.

Joe eased away from her and stripped off his jeans. “Do you remember last night when you mentioned making yourself come, Mandy?” His voice turned husky.

“Y-yes.” Her stomach fluttered.

“Show me,” he demanded.

“What?” She laughed nervously. “Now?”

“Right now.” His erection was full and heavy, straining forward as if reaching for her. He palmed his length and squeezed hard. “Go on, Mandy. Touch yourself for me.”

The sight of Joe gripping his own cock captivated Amanda. His hand moved with slow strokes up and down the hard flesh, precum spilling from the mushroomed head and moistening his fingers. Her mouth watered as the lips of her pussy grew wet with desire. The cool leather of the couch didn’t chill the fire raging just below her skin. She was nothing but the mass of sensations that took over her body.

Slowly she brought her hands up, brushing her palms lightly across her nipples. Their gazes locked as she lightly pinched and tugged at each one. She delighted in the hitch of his breath. His shoulder rolled in subtle movement as he continued to stroke his rigid cock.

It was the most erotic thing she’d ever seen.

The lust in his eyes drove her on. Moving her hands over her stomach, she paused to draw lazy circles around her navel. “Is this what you want?” Thrusting her breasts out, she opened her legs, exposing her wet core to his gaze. “Just having your eyes on me is making me wet, Joe. Imagining you touching me, licking me, fucking me. It’s almost too much.” Amanda was stunned by the words that flowed out of her mouth. She’d never been so blatant with her sexuality, but this man brought out her inner temptress. She was no longer in control of her actions.

Joe went to his knees in front of her. His hands caressed up her legs and came to rest on her knees. He spread her wide and growled. “More.”

Amanda ran her tongue lightly over her index finger, swirling around the tip before plunging it into her mouth. She removed her finger and traced over her nipples, leaving glittering moisture behind. “More of this?”

He dug into the skin of her thighs. “You’re an evil tease.”

“A tease implies you’ll get no reward.” She reached down and cupped her glistening pussy. “And believe me, you’ll get your reward.” Her hand lowered with a quick flick of her wrist. She sucked in a breath at the pulse of electricity that sparked through her intimate folds.

She was mesmerized as Joe’s tongue peeked from behind his lips. Dear God, was he panting?

She slid her finger through her wet pussy and moaned with pleasure. Joe grabbed her hand and brought it to his mouth, lightly rubbing the pad of her wet finger across his lips. “You taste so good … so damn good. I can’t wait to feel your grip around me as I fuck you.” He slid her finger deep into his mouth, his tongue circling, lapping at every inch. “But first,” he released her only to lean in and swipe his tongue through her slit, “you have something to show me, don’t you, baby?”

How could he be so in control when she was about to come apart at the seams? It made her want to smack him.

She smiled seductively. Raising her foot to his chest, she pushed hard. Joe caught himself on his hands before he landed flat on his back. “No touching,” she admonished.

“Amanda.” His voice held that delicious hint of warning.

“Watch,” she whispered as she ran her hands back down between her legs. Liquid heat wept from her sex, their little game making her incredibly aroused. She stretched herself open for him, running a finger around her tight opening. “Hmm, it’s so hot,” she teased as she eased a finger inside her slick channel, her eyes drifting shut in pleasure. She added a second finger and began a slow, torturous glide in and out.

Joe groaned loud enough to gain her attention. His balls were drawn up tight, his cock hard and ready. He reached for his discarded jeans, pulling a condom from the pocket. She moved her wet fingers over her clit as he sheathed himself.

“Look at me, Amanda,” he said in a firm voice. “Look at me when you come.”

Moving her fingers faster, she gazed at him. Her stomach tightened, her body coiled, preparing to release in a blast of pleasure. She screamed his name as he jerked her legs forward and entered her in one hard thrust. His groan mixed with hers as she clamped down on him and her orgasm shot through her.

He rode her slow and easy, one orgasm quickly leading to another, leaving her weak and breathless. He roared his release as she trembled around him.

Joe panted as he rested his forehead against hers. “Jesus, that was amazing. You’re amazing.”

She brought his head to her chest, happy to hold his weight as she sank farther into the couch. She held him gently against her. “I’ve never done anything like that before.” He tried to raise his head, but she held him fast.

“Regrets?” he asked.

“No, no regrets,” she said, her thoughts turning sad at the thought of him leaving.

He pulled away from her, his hand cradling her cheek tenderly. “What is it, Mandy? Did I hurt you?”

“Oh, God no. Not even close. Unless you count the fact that my legs won’t ever work right again,” she said, her limbs quivering as she tried to squeeze him with her knees. “See?”

His eyes narrowed. “You sure?”

“Just give me a second to catch my breath and I’ll finish that breakfast I started making before I was so rudely interrupted.”

“Rudely interrupted?”

She winked. “When Sam called.”

“Ah, right.” He laughed and pushed to his feet. “How about we get some clothes on and I’ll take you out for breakfast.” He glanced at his watch. “Or maybe lunch.”

Her stomach growled at the thought of food. “Don’t you have anything else you need to do today?” She reached out her hands for him to pull her from the couch. He jerked her up, wrapping his arms around her waist and plastering her to his chest.

“You trying to get rid of me?” His lips brushed against hers.

She felt a rush of liquid between her legs as the intoxicating warmth of his skin penetrated hers. Jesus, this man could turn her into a sex addict. “Of course not, but I don’t want you to feel obligated either.”

His jaw twitched. “Obligated to share a meal with you?”