Some Sort of Love (Happy Crazy Love #3) (7 page)

Of course, I was fucking late. I’d been looking forward to seeing her all week long, we hardly had enough time to begin with, and I was fucking late.

But a client meeting had run long, which meant I was late getting to the bus stop to meet Scotty, which made him late for swim therapy and threw his whole sense of equilibrium off for the day, and even Sarah had a hard time getting him settled. He clung to my waist as I left, and I felt like the biggest asshole on the planet for thinking,
Let go, champ, Daddy wants to go get laid.

Not that I was positive I’d get laid. In fact, as I sped toward Low Bar, my dick perking up at the mere thought of getting inside her, I told myself to calm the fuck down.
Maybe she wants to get to know each other a little better before getting naked, which is perfectly normal, and probably a good idea, so don’t go charging at her like a bull at a red cape. Be a goddamn gentleman. Can you do that?

I could do that. I could be a gentleman. A gentleman with a raging hard-on, but a gentleman.

I parked on a side street and grabbed my jacket from the passenger seat, adjusting myself in my jeans before shutting the door and locking the car. Shrugging into my jacket as I hurried down the block, I hoped she hadn’t been sitting there for too long, although she seemed like the kind of person who liked to be punctual.

In front of the door, I was tempted to stop, take a breath, run a hand through my hair, fix my cuffs, and stroll in all cool and casual, like a badass.

But that just wasn’t me.

I threw open the door and rushed down into the dark, intimate bar, stopping for just a moment to give my eyes time to adjust to the candlelight. As soon as I saw her, standing behind a stool at the bar, hanging a jacket over the back, I strode toward her.

“Jillian.”

She looked up and smiled. God, she was so fucking pretty. Was she really here waiting for
me
? “Hey you.”

“Hey. I’m so sorry I’m late. An afternoon meeting ran long, which threw off the entire rest of the day for Scotty, and…” I shook my head. “Anyway, I’m sorry.”

“Stop apologizing. You’re here. I just got here too.”

I slipped a hand around her waist and pulled her close, pressing my lips to her cheek. “I’m here. And you’re beautiful.”

“Thank you.” She slid onto her chair, and I eyed her legs as she crossed them. She had on a tight gray dress with short sleeves and a knee-length hem, black heels, and pearls at her throat. Jillian’s curves were subtle, but the dress hugged every last one of them, and those legs were begging to be slung over my shoulders.

Easy there, caveman. Sit down. Order a drink. Say words. Make nice.

I took the seat next to her, and she slid the cocktail menu toward me. “I haven’t ordered yet, but I’ve looked at this already.”

“You’re much nicer than I am,” I said, dropping my keys and phone into my pocket. “I probably would’ve slammed two drinks by now and bitched to the bartender about how inconsiderate people can be.”

She laughed. “Really. No big deal.”

I called the bartender over and gestured for Jillian to go first.

“I’d like Blue Coat gin, please. Up with a twist, and I like it extra dry. In and out with the vermouth.”

I ordered a Sazerac and turned to face her. “I’ve never heard a woman so particular about her martini.”

She shrugged guilelessly. “I know what I want.”

“I like that about you. You’re discerning.”

“Some might even call it picky.”

I grinned. “Then I’ll take it as a compliment you’re even here. Tell me about your week.”

She sat up taller, clasping her hands around her knee. “It was good. I’d have liked to get a little more exercise, but it’s hard to make myself get up at five and go to the gym, and by the time I leave work around seven or eight, I’m usually too tired. And already craving a glass of wine.” She wrinkled her nose. “I’m not very disciplined.”

“You’re a doctor working long hours. I’d say that takes discipline.”

“Thanks. How was
your
week?”

“Pretty good. Busy. I’m working on a vacation house in Harbor Springs, so I had to make a trip up there and back in one day, which was a little hectic.”

“I love that area. We used to ski there all the time when I was younger.”

I nodded. “We did too. Every year I say I’m going to go again, and I never do.”

She put her hand on my arm. “I do the exact same.”

“Oh yeah? We should promise each other we’ll go together. And hold the other accountable.”

“Deal.” She held out her pinkie, and I stared at it. “Come on, give me your pinkie.”

Laughing, I hooked mine through hers. “What’s this, a pinkie swear?”

“Yes,” she said, her face grave. “It’s how the Nixon sisters seal deals, and we take it very, very seriously.”

“You have my word. We will go skiing.” I squeezed her tiny finger with mine—not too hard, since I probably could have snapped the delicate bones—and allowed myself the brief fantasy of making out with her in an outdoor hot tub while it snowed.

Then I had to adjust my pants again.

She took a small sip of her martini. “How was Scotty’s week? Get that math homework done?”

I groaned. “Barely. Homework is always a struggle. But he had a good week too, I think. There was one episode at school where he got frustrated and threw his pencil, but nothing major.”

“Good.”

“The thing is, he notices the difference between himself and the other kids now, academically. He compares himself and sees that he struggles to do basic things they breeze through.”

“Poor thing. Any word on the IEP?”

I clenched my jaw. “No. And I’ve called every day for two weeks. I’m beginning to think I need to just go in there and be an asshole until I get an answer on what’s taking so long.”

She sipped her drink again. “Have they told you what the holdup is?”

“I’ve been told it’s ‘administrative,’ which I think is code for bullshit. And I hate to be a jerk about it, but…” I shrugged. “I have to. I’m the only soldier he’s got. He won’t fight for himself. He just gives up.”

She set down her glass and patted my shoulder. “You’re doing the right thing. At least, I think you are.”

“Thanks. OK, enough about that. Tell me something fun you did this week.”

She tilted her head to one side and chewed her bottom lip as she thought. “Oh! I attended a sign language workshop. We have a few patients and parents at the office who use it, so I decided to learn some basics.”

“Oh yeah? I know a little sign language. It was part of Scotty’s speech therapy when he was younger.” I set my drink down and signed a few words at her, the only ones I could remember, which were basic things like please, more, play, toy, Dad. “Know what I’m saying?”

She looked adorably baffled. “Nope,” she confessed, laughing a little. “I have no idea.”

“Good, because it’s
so dirty
.”

Squealing, she grabbed my hands and pushed them down between us. “Hush, then. What if someone in here speaks sign language?”

“Then they’d know what I want to do to you right now.”

Her jaw dropped. Our eyes stayed locked. “Like what?” she whispered.

“You sure you want to hear it out loud?”

She took a breath. “Maybe you could whisper it to me.”

I leaned toward her and put my lips to her ear. “I want to set you up on this bar, throw your legs over my shoulders, and bury my tongue in your pussy.”

She gasped and brought a hand to her stomach.

So much for the gentleman.

“Then I want to pull you onto my lap and watch you slide down onto my cock.”

She made a small noise just then, something between a sigh and a squeak.

“I’d like to make you come so hard you forget to breathe. Would you like that?” I brushed my lips against her throat, just beneath her ear.

“Yes,” she whispered.

“Fuck, you smell good,” I said, inhaling the sweet scent of her hair and neck. Glancing down, I saw her chest rising and falling fast, her breasts straining against the material of her dress. I saw her hands flexing on her lap. And I saw those pearls at her throat, pictured her wearing them—and only them—while I slid into her.

Oh fuck. My cock is so hard right now.

I sat up straight and looked at her. “I’m just going to be honest, Jillian. I wish I had all night with you, but I don’t. I only have another hour, maybe. I’d be happy to spend it right here talking to you, if that’s what you want, but—”

“I want you.” She leaned over and whispered in my ear. “I want you
right now
.”

By the time she got to
now
, I was pulling out my wallet and tossing bills on the bar.

She stood up and threw her jacket over her arm, and I grabbed her hand as we raced through the bar, out the door, and up onto the sidewalk. “I’m parked over there,” she said breathlessly.

“I’m the other way.”

She gave me her address, and I took her head in both hands, kissing her hard before turning around to run down the street. No joke, I
ran
.

It was possibly the most uncool thing I have ever done in my life, but fuck it, I wanted to do things right this go around and that took time. I had maybe an hour, and I wasn’t about to waste a precious minute of it walking to my car.

That was one more minute I could have making her scream, and I intended to use it.

The way Levi raced down the street reminded me of the way my sisters and I used to tear down the stairs on Christmas morning to see if Santa had come. I couldn’t help giggling as I hurried to my car as quickly as I could without tripping on the sidewalk in my heels. I was just as anxious as he was, but skinned knees were not sexy.

As fast as I flew home, Levi must have driven even faster, because a black Audi SUV was already parked in front of my building when I pulled up, and he jumped out of it a second later. Deciding not to bother with the garage, I parked next to it, and Levi came around to open my car door. As soon as I stood up, he grabbed me, crushing his lips to mine, his hands threading through my hair. Pushing me back against my car, he pressed his lower body into me, and I felt the bulge in his pants through my dress as his tongue stroked inside my mouth, and it made me want to wrap my legs around him.

“Inside,” I whispered. “Or we’re going to give my neighbors a show they weren’t expecting and don’t deserve.”

At the front door, he stood behind me while I fumbled with the lock, kissing the back of my neck and unzipping my dress while my shaky hands tried desperately to get the key in. The moment it turned and the door opened, I moved inside the dark hallway and turned around, dropping everything I held and throwing my arms around his neck.

Our mouths came together, hot and impatient, our tongues meeting between open lips. He pushed the door shut behind him and kept moving forward. “Where,” he growled.

“This way.” Without breaking the kiss, I walked backward down the hall and into my first-floor bedroom. Along the way, Levi shed his dark brown jacket and shoes, and I kicked off my heels. Inside my room, where the shades were pulled and a bedside lamp glowed softly, he lifted my dress over my head and tossed it onto my dresser.

His eyes, black as night and ravenous enough to make me shiver, roved over my entire body. My wardrobe might be conservative, but I had a small collection of exquisite, provocative French lingerie—one of my favorite little secrets—and beneath my dress I’d worn a beautiful black lace bra and panty set.

“Jesus, you wore that to work?”

I smiled. “Yes, but I kept my dress on there.”

He ran his hands down the sides of my arms, making my whole body shiver. “Cold?”

“No. Just anxious.” I slid my hands up the front of his shirt and started on the buttons.

“Jillian, wait.” He grabbed my hands, pinning them to his chest. “I want this so badly, but I don’t want to—” He broke off, his face uncertain. “I feel like I’m always rushing you. I told myself not to act like a fucking caveman tonight, and just take you out for a nice drink, and here I am in your bedroom tearing your clothes off.”

“You’re not rushing me.” Rising up on tiptoe, I kissed him softly, my body aching for his touch. “I want this just as badly as you do, Levi. Maybe more.”

“Impossible.” Letting my hands go, Levi pushed one bra strap aside and kissed my bare shoulder, the other hand running down my side, over my hip, then up my inner thigh. “I could hardly concentrate at work. If you see a vacation house shaped like an erection in Petoskey, you’ll know that was the one I worked on this week.”

Laughing gently, I slipped one hand around his lower back and let the other slide down the front of his jeans and over the tight, hard bulge threatening to bust the seam. “Funny, I was thinking about an erection all week too. Bet it was the same one.”

He groaned as he edged his fingers beneath the lace of my panties and felt how wet I was.

“I fucking love the lace,” he whispered. “I almost want to leave it on.”

“So leave it on.”

“Next time.” He bent down to drag my panties down my legs. “I want to see you this time. Twice now, you’ve made me come without even seeing your naked body…and those are just the times you know about. But the pearls…” He straightened and touched the necklace I wore. “The pearls can stay.”

I stepped out of my panties as he reached behind me, unhooking my bra with one hand. I let it fall as his hand slid between my legs again.
His hands, his hands
…I couldn’t stop thinking about them.

But it wasn’t only his hands I wanted. I had to get him undressed—how the hell did he keep distracting me?

I went to work on his shirt buttons again as his mouth slanted over mine, his fingers stroking my clit. But seconds later my hands went still as he penetrated me with one fingertip. I moved my hips, trying to get him to give me more, but instead of pushing deeper, he rubbed the silky wetness over my clit in firm little circles, his other hand sliding up the back of my neck and then fisting in my hair.

As he tightened his grip, sharp needles of pain prickled across my scalp, in perfect contrast to the pleasure he wrought between my legs. He slid two fingers all the way inside me, slowly, easily. My hands curled into claws, grasping the front of his shirt.

He began to whisper against my mouth. “There are so many things I want to do to you. I want to make you come just like this, with only my hand.”

“Yes…” On tiptoe, I rode his hand as pent-up desire billowed inside me, desperate to break free. I was so close already—

“Levi,” I said softly, part cry, part plea. How pathetic was it that I was about to come already? I hadn’t even gotten his shirt off! But it wasn’t my fault—he knew just how to touch me, just what to say, just how to work his hands and lips and tongue on my skin…it wasn’t like a first time at all.

“Then I want you on that bed so I can get my mouth on you.” He kissed me again, lazily, luxuriously, his tongue stroking mine, and I thought about that talented tongue on other parts of my body. His fingers worked faster, and I closed my eyes, giving in to it, to him. My legs tensed up, my fists tight in his shirt. “And then I want my cock inside you,” he whispered. “I want it all.”

I moaned as his mouth moved down my neck. “Levi. You
are
gonna make me come, just like this, yes, yes, yes…” My entire body shook as the orgasm peaked, and he plunged his fingers even deeper, my insides contracting around them.

Just as my legs buckled, he caught me behind the knees and under my arms, swinging me onto the bed. I propped myself up on my elbows, breathing hard as I watched his hands finish off the buttons on his shirt and shrug it off. My toes wiggled and my stomach jumped as he whipped his t-shirt over his head.

Oh God,
God
, I loved that he had a real man’s body, and I don’t mean ultra-ripped like a bodybuilder’s, or groomed to perfection like an actor’s, or glossy and flawless like a magazine spread. I mean real, with meat on his bones and hair on his chest and a scar on one side of his stomach. I wanted to explore every inch of that body with my hands and lips and tongue. How much time did we have left?

He pulled his wallet from his back pocket and took a condom from it, tossing it onto the bed. Then he removed the rest of his clothes and stretched out above me, and I ran my hands all over his hot bare skin. He crushed his lips to mine, his hips settling between my thighs. I felt his long, thick cock between us and put my hands on his muscular ass, pulling him closer.

“Tell me we can do this again,” he said, his mouth hot on my skin as he kissed his way down my body. “I’ll never get enough tonight.”

“We can do this again.” I arched my back and threaded my fingers in his hair as he took one hard, tingling nipple in his mouth, teasing it with his tongue. “And again, and again, and again.”

“Promise?” One hand snuck between my legs, where I was wet and warm and aching for him.

“I promise. Oh God, Levi. I want you so badly.” He was moving lower on my body, kissing my belly button, pressing my thighs apart. I braced myself up on my elbows again. “No, stop! You don’t have to do that. You already made me come once, and we don’t have time to fool around.”

“Jillian.” He looked up at me from between my legs, his expression serious. “Do I look like a man who’s fooling around?”

“No, but—”

“Good. Because it so happens that I am taking this very…” He kissed the inside of one thigh. “Very…” His teeth grazed the other one. “Seriously.” He lowered his head, and I felt the whisper of his beard against soft, sensitive skin.

“But Levi, if you want to—”

He looked up at me again. “The only thing I want to do right now is make you come with my tongue. Are you telling me you don’t want that?” He cocked one eyebrow, and I gave him a helpless expression.

“I do, of course I do, but that’s, like, another thing for
me
, and—”

“It’s not, though. It’s not for you at all, so you can just fuck right off while I do this for
me
.”

Smiling, I dropped my head onto the pillow, jumping when his tongue swept up my silky wet seam, the hot pleasure of it shocking me. “Oh, God…that feels…too good to…argue with you.”

He laughed as he did it again, a low rumble from the back of his throat. Then he did it a third time, one long slow sweep, making my limbs tremble, finally lingering at the top and stroking my clit with the soft, flat side of his tongue before circling it with the firm tip. “You should never argue with me when I want this, Jillian, even if I want it all the time because you taste…so…fucking…good.” He paused between words to lick and suck and nibble and tease, and any thought of protest disappeared entirely as he ignited the fire inside me again, my lower body tensing up with every passing minute.

I saw red behind my closed eyes. “Levi—I’m gonna come again,” I whispered.

“Fuck yes, you are. I want to feel it, right here…” He slid those long fingers deep inside me again, pressing a certain spot that had me lifting my hips off the bed, desperate for more. “And right here.” He sucked my clit into his mouth, and I grabbed his head, holding him against me as I rocked my hips. Feeling his mouth on me was hot enough, but the second I looked down and
saw
his face buried in my pussy like he’d never get enough, I exploded, my head dropping back, my back arching off the bed, my mouth wide open in a silent scream, my toes pointing.

One long, low moan escaped him as my body shuddered and pulsed against his tongue and around his fingers. When the tremors finally abated, he took his mouth off me and crawled slowly up my body.

“You’re amazing,” I said breathlessly, reaching down to grab him under the arms and pull him up faster. “But I’m greedy. I still want more.”

“Yeah?” Getting to his knees, he picked up the condom from the bed, tore it open, and rolled it on. “What do you want now?”

My core muscles clenched, aching and empty, at the sight of his thick, hard length. “I want to feel you. Every inch of you. Deep.”

He braced himself over me with one arm and positioned his cock between my legs, torturing me with just the tip. “Every inch? You’ve got me so fucking hard right now, I’m not sure your sweet little body can take me that deep.”

I wrapped my arms around his neck and my legs around his hips. “Try me.”

He gave me a few more inches, a smile teasing his lips. “How’s that?”

“Deeper.”

He gave me a couple more. “How about here?”

Even though it felt like that was all I could take, I opened my knees wider, tried to scoot down beneath him. “Deeper, Levi. I want it to hurt.”

“Oh fuck.” Suddenly he slammed into me so deep and hard my eyes rolled back in my head and my feet dropped to the bed, my body fighting against the sharp twinge of pain. But he stayed there, buried to the hilt, his lips near my ear. “You shouldn’t say that to me. I’ll lose control.”

“I want you to.” Pushing past the discomfort, I ran my hands down his back and grabbed his ass, words tumbling from my mouth in shameless abandon as he began to move inside me. “I want you to lose control. I want you to fuck me like you can’t hold back.”

“Jesus Christ,” he growled, taking my head in his hands and grabbing two fistfuls of hair as he drove into me. “That gorgeous mouth, saying those filthy words. You’re making me crazy.”

“Good.” I dug my nails into his flesh, daring him to lose that last thread of control, even though I gasped at the jolt of pain that rippled through me every time he hit the deepest reaches of my body. “Don’t stop.”