I gasp, going up on tiptoes.
“So warm and wet inside, baby. Just like I remember.”
He inserts a second finger, and my knees threaten to give out.
“I could fuck you in this shower,” he says, his words low and gravely as he moves his fingers in the most delightful way. “I could make you come with my hand, then plunge this cock into your sweet cunt and make you come again.”
“Yes, that!”
“Icould,” he says, his voice a tease. “But I’m going to save that second part for tonight. I want you begging for my cock in your new bed.” He curls those rough fingers inside me, twisting in just the right way to send me over the edge so quickly I’m not prepared.
My entire body shudders.
He wraps his other arm around my stomach, holding me tight against him as this never-ending orgasm renders my body useless. It’s all I can do to surrender to the pleasure, trusting that this grumpy, pain in the ass man I can’t seem to get enough of, will never let me fall.
He holds me tight against him until my feet find solid ground again. Slowly, he retracts his fingers.
“Fuck, Sull. You’ve been thinking about that one, haven’t you?” I tease.
“If I showed you all the ways I’ve been thinking about making you come, Lila, we wouldn’t get out of this apartment until your lease was up.”
CHAPTER 10
Sullivan
I’m on a ladder, changing out a light when the bells jingle overhead and Valerie Hamilton parades intoThe Boozy Bakerylike she’s a celebrity expecting red carpet treatment five minutes before closing. The woman has an air about her that insists she’s the most important person in any room she enters.
With the way Lila practically trips over her own two feet to greet her grandmother, I get the sense she’s used to catering to this behavior. I hate seeing her this way. It’s the complete opposite of the Lila who was eagerly on her knees about to suck my cock into oblivion. That version of her didn’t give two shits about her grandmother’s opinion.
“Grandma Val, hey. Are you here for a cupcake? We’re running low, but we still have several options?—”
“Oh no. I filled up on Audrey’s chocolate raspberry cupcakes before I came over. Have you tried them? They’re absolutely delightful!”
My fists ball at my sides as I watch the color drain from Lila’s cheeks. I’d never hit a woman, even one as infuriating and passive-aggressively insulting as Valerie Hamilton. But I’m not above escorting her from the premises. The fucking audacity of this woman is mindboggling.
I wish Lila hadn’t sent Marley back to the bed and breakfast an hour ahead of closing. Her best friend would’ve her back right now, and there’d be nothing Valerie could do to her.
If I spoke up, however, she might inflict consequences on Lila out of spite for me.
“I’m just here to check on you,” Valerie says, her sweet tone offset by her smug smile.
Fuck. She knows.
I scan Lila’s expression, wondering if she’s figured it out yet. I desperately try to catch her attention to warn her, but Lila doesn’t glance my way. It’s as though she’s hoping Valerie won’t see me back here in the corner. Something she probably wouldn’t have given a second thought to before I told her about the land feud.
“You sure you don’t want a couple cupcakes to go? I have a caramel bourbon cupcake that’s to die for. Oh, and the sangria cupcakes are so good! They’ve been getting rave reviews all day. I can box up some to go?—”
“How did it get in?” she asks, lifting her gaze toward the ceiling no doubt in search of holes.
“What?”
“The raccoon? How did it get in?”
Lila’s expression falls instantly.
“He snuck in through a roof vent,” I answer, drawing Valerie’s attention to me for the first time. Her gaze narrows the slightest in my direction, but I don’t let it affect me. Refusing to allow her presence to disrupt my day, I continue switching out the light as if her arrival is nothing to get excited about. I can practically feel her irritation.
“Sullivan West. Surprised to see you here.”