“Okay, fine.” She grabbed her brush, forced it through her hair, her sore arm muscles protesting. “I wish I could take a shower.”
“You just had a shower.”
“But I smell like sex.”
Eric closed his eyes and inhaled, his cock growing longer, harder. “This whole room smells like sex.”
Doing her best to ignore the now fully erect hunk of a man who stood nearby, she finished brushing her hair and examined the results in the mirror. The side she’d slept on was flatter than the other, giving her a lovely lopsided look. She fished through her makeup bag for a ponytail holder. Typically, she only wore her hair like this if she was going to the gym, but extreme situations called for extreme measures.
“Cute,” he said. “I like it.”
“Are you just going to stand there with a hard-on, watching me?” It was distracting, to say the least. After last night, she couldn’t look at him without thinking of fucking him. Heat flared to life between her thighs, making her wet.
He came up behind her, grasped her hips, his gaze meeting hers in the mirror, invitation and a hint of mischief in his blue eyes. “What else should I be doing?”
Me! Do me!
She wanted to shout the words but didn’t. “We don’t have time for that. Do we?”
He held up an unopened condom. “Want to find out how fast you can come?”
She had to be crazy. “Yes.”
He tore open the condom, rolled it over his erection, then nudged himself into her, their moans mingling as he buried himself all the way. He reached around to stroke and tease her, his cock moving inside her with forceful, deep thrusts.
Victoria could see it all. The hunger on his face. His cock as it disappeared inside her up to his balls, then slid out again, the condom glistening and wet. His fingers as they teased and stroked her clit. His other hand as it cupped and shaped her breast. The pleasure on her own face.
The sight was wild, primal, erotic—and,oh, it turned her on.
He kissed her shoulders, nipped the side of her throat. “Vicki.”
She came hard and fast, pleasure as sweet and pure as a sunrise washing through her, making her moan out his name. “Eric.”
He grinned at her in the mirror, still inside her. “That was less than two minutes.”
“Really?”
“Really.” He grasped her hips and drove into her hard. “Bend down. I’ve wanted to fuck you from behind since that day on the boat.”
She did as he asked, bending over till her breasts touched the counter, aroused to see him so turned on. He pounded himself into her, claiming his own orgasm, the intensity on his face as he came making her heart thud.
He sank forward, catching the bathroom counter with one big hand to support his weight. “Damn, woman. You blow my mind.”
She felt a thrill to hear him say that. Somehow, she knew he meant it.
Then he pulled himself up and withdrew from her, giving her ass a light slap as he turned to toss the condom in the trash. “Better hurry up. We’ve got a minute to get there.”
One minute?
“We can do this.” She washed and moisturized her face, her heart so light she felt like singing. She put her mascara and lip gloss in her handbag—she could put them on in Eric’s truck—then hurried to dress, throwing on a T-shirt and jeans.
A minute later, she and Eric climbed into his pickup truck.
“Joe won’t care if we’re a few minutes late.” Eric backed out of the driveway, waving to Rose, who sat on her front porch in a white robe, drinking from a porcelain teacup. “Mornin’.”
“Hey, Rose.” Vic waved, too. “He reallydidspend the night last night.”
Rose looked delighted. “It was just a matter of time.”