Free Two Dates Max by Missy Jane Page B

shoulder.
    “I didn’t mean she shouldn’t have left him, Megan. I meant staying with Hank will only piss Declan off more.”
    Deflated, I slumped back into my chair. “Oh.”
    “You gonna be okay the next few minutes? Or do you think that asshole will be back before then?”
    I glanced at the door as if expecting him to come right back.
    “I should be fine. I’m off in less than an hour and there are plenty of other guys here to watch my back.”
    He looked as if he wanted to argue but just nodded his agreement instead.
    “All right. Will you come over for dinner again?”
    I smiled, all thoughts of Angry Bald Guy evaporating. “Sure.”
    He smiled back and gave a single nod before walking out the door. Then I remembered he didn’t say what time to be there.
    * * * * *
     
    I was stepping out of my shower just after six o’clock when my doorbell rang. I hastily wrapped a towel around my body, leaving my wet hair dripping down my back as I ran to the door. A glance through the peephole showed Sean standing with his arms crossed over his chest and a frown on his face. Dread settled in the pit of my stomach and I took a deep breath before opening the door.
    “Hey Se—”
    His mouth was on mine before he was completely through the door. I melted against his hard body, vaguely aware of him kicking the door shut and reaching back to lock it.
    He abandoned my mouth to nibble on my jaw. “I couldn’t wait anymore.”
    “Oh,” I sighed as he walked me back into the living room.
    “Mmmm, you smell like cinnamon.”
    “M-my body wash…”
    “I like it.”
    He ran the tip of his tongue along the side of my neck. A shiver coursed down my spine and the towel slipped from one hand. Before I could snatch it back, he grabbed both my wrists and pinned my arms behind me.
    “Sean!”
    The look he gave me was all innocence. “What?”
    I giggled as he sucked water droplets from my shoulders, slowly working his way to my hardened nipples.
    “I’m getting your shirt wet.”
    He paused long enough to whip his shirt off before again taking both my wrists in one large hand. My breath caught in my throat the moment his chest was revealed.
    “Damn. I’ll never get tired of that sight,” I sighed.
    He chuckled and blatantly ogled my breasts. “Me either.”
    I rubbed my nipples against him and moaned at the contact. His breathing grew heavy but he made no move to stop me.
    “Now what? You’ve got me where you want me,” I said.
    He grinned and shook his head. “Not quite.”
    Before I knew what was happening he had me turned around and bent over the back of my sofa. My yelp of surprise turned into a moan when he ran his palm over my ass.
    “Fucking perfect,” he whispered.
    I fought to catch my breath as he continued to tease me with slow caresses and explicit language.
    “I’m going to slide my cock so deep inside your beautiful pussy, baby. You’re not going to know where I end and you begin.”
    His crude words left me breathless. “Y-yes…please.”
    “Are you wet inside and out?”
    “God yes!”
    He chuckled and slid a finger in to check. I groaned loudly and clutched the sofa cushions in both hands.
    “Fuck yeah, you are.”
    I could only pant in response.
    His palms warmed my ass again, one on each cheek, before he slid them up my spine. He reached around to fill both hands with my breasts and pressed his hard body against me. Denim rubbed my oversensitized skin, sending chills up my spine.
    “Sean…”
    My passion-fogged brain couldn’t think past his name. So I whimpered instead and he seemed to understand.
    “I’ve got you, baby. Yeah. Right where I want you.”
    He squeezed my breasts, gently pinching my nipples between thumb and forefinger, giving just enough of a tug to make me gasp.
    “Sean!”
    His deep chuckle sent another shaft of lust through me that was enhanced when he rocked his hips forward to pin my lower body to the sofa.
    “Off…take your clothes…off.”
    He chuckled again.