He groaned, the vibration sounding through her, setting her senses aflame. She did wince a little when his fingers dug into her hips again and he paused to see what was wrong.

“Bruise from last week. Don’t stop now! It’s fine.” She tugged and tugged until he gave his own ouch. He moved up to kiss the fading bruises.

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be. I like them. And I really liked where you were there, you know, your face in my pu**y? Can we get back to that, please?”

“I like it when you get all panicky about your orgasms.” But he did get back to work quickly and she sighed happily when he found that rhythm again with the licks and swirls.

She wouldn’t last long; she knew this about herself. It was very easy for her to get off, and having a man who so obviously loved o**l s*x with his mouth on her, his tongue whispering sweet nothings to her clit, was already getting her 90 percent of the way.

So she held on, and gave in to the heaviness of her eyelids, letting them close with the image of that dark chocolate hair bent over her.

And then she was coming, hard and fast, as pleasure filled up and up and then up even more until she nearly shouted.

When she finally opened her eyes on a satisfied breath, he was there, looking at her. “You’re a noisy little thing when there’s no one else here.”

She sniffed. “Well, only when I come that hard. So I suppose you’ve taught me my lesson. Which is that you give great head.”

He kissed her, tasting of her and himself beneath that. She liked it. Thought the combination was quite lovely.

“Who knew you’d wear thigh-high stockings under those schoolteacher clothes? I like it.”

“It’s cold, in case you hadn’t noticed. I had to go out and meet with a client and I wanted to stay warm. Are you going to stay over?” She’d asked it naturally but then felt uncomfortable, like she’d gone too far. This could be a drawback of the whole f**king-your-son’s-father thing. Was she his lover, or Miles’s mother, or what? Sure, they’d had a discussion about it, before the first time they’d slept together, but this would all take a lot of careful thought.

“I’d like to, yes, if that’s all right with you.”

“Of course it is. We’re having grilled cheese and tomato soup.”

“What?”

“Grilled cheese sandwiches? You know the ones you fry up and melt? Have you never had a grilled cheese before?”

“Oh yes, loads of times. It was one of the things Brody could cook. No, the other thing.”

“Tomato soup?”

He grinned and she realized he’d been having a laugh.

“I love the way you say tomato.”

“Ha, bloody ha.”

Grinning, he gave her a quick kiss to smooth her agitation, which wasn’t really agitation, but she had no plans to discourage kisses, for goodness’ sake.

“How long will your car be in the shop? Why don’t you and Miles ride with me tomorrow and I’ll bring you both back Sunday afternoon?”

She hadn’t forgotten about the dinner his sister and brother were having. Miles was in turns thrilled and excited and scared to death. No more than she. She didn’t even belong there!

Not that she’d leave Miles to face the occasion on his own, of course. He’d made it very clear he wanted her there, and in his own way, she supposed, Adrian had as well. So she was in it and that was that.

“All right, thank you. They had to order a new part so it won’t be done until Tuesday they said.”

“I have an extra car if you’d like to borrow it for a few days. Just until the repairs are done.”

Of course he did. “No.” She paused when she realized how vehemently she’d said it. “Thank you, but we’re fine. Miles takes the bus to school, we’ve got groceries and if I am in a bind there are many people I can call to give me a lift. Really. I appreciate the offer though.”

He looked her over carefully so she jiggled just a little, snagging his attention and moving away from the topic.

“How long until Miles gets back?” He’d gotten that look again, and she rubbed herself against him with a happy groan.

“We’ve got about an hour.”

He sat quickly, pulled his sweater off, shimmied from his jeans and underwear and rolled onto his back.

“Then let’s use it wisely, shall we?” He held up a condom.

She grabbed it, ripped it open, donned his c**k and scrambled atop him. “It’s better to look at you from up here.”

“If you’re expecting any—fuck, that’ll do it, Christ you’re tight.”

It pleased her to get him all befuddled and speechless.

She sank down on him, letting her body adjust, taking the time to look at his body. “I love that tattoo on your belly.”

“To finish my first thought—I have zero argument with you riding my cock. This way I can look up at you and you have to do most of the work as well. It’s a win-win situation for me.”

She rose and fell, sighing as she rolled her head on her shoulders, stretching and relaxing. He felt thick inside her. Big and thick and very, very pleasing. “I must tell you, your c**k pleases me.”

He laughed briefly, before she started to move again.

She liked f**king him this way. Liked the way he looked all spread out below her, looking debauched. Liked the way he continued to touch and caress, as if he couldn’t not touch her.