And, oh, yes, he made her scream.
* * *
Vic watched Eric sleep, the sun already up outside, the scent of freshly baked croissants and coffee drifting up from the dining room below. He was such a beautiful man. Dark lashes rested against his tanned skin, his muscular chest rising and falling with each deep, slow breath, his body relaxed in sleep. The sheets had crept down below his hips, exposing his cock to her view.
She’d never felt overly attached to the penis of any of the handful of men she’d been with in her life—except for Eric’s. Maybe because of what he did for her when he was inside her. Of course, that wasn’t really his penis. That was his brain and his heart—the man in control of the penis. Still…
She’d never had a night like last night with anyone before. It wasn’t just that reaching orgasm was easy with him. It’s that he made her feel that he truly cared abouther. He knew his way around a woman’s body. That was for sure. But nothing he did felt automatic. He wasn’t like most of the men she’d been with, who’d gone down on her only to get her to go down on them and who’d complained about it when she hadn’t come fast enough to suit them. He truly seemed to enjoy bringing her pleasure forhersake. She’d never known any man like him.
She glanced at the clock, saw that it was time to get up. Today was spa day. She needed to be ready to head to Boulder by nine-thirty, and that meant breakfast and a shower. But she didn’t want to wake Eric—unless…
Smiling to herself, she crawled down to kneel between his splayed legs, then took his cock in hand, and ran her tongue along the underside from his balls to the tip.
His body’s response was immediate, his cock growing harder in her hand.
She licked him again, this time taking his length into her mouth and sucking. His cock went fully erect. She teased him with her tongue, tracing the thick rim of the head, licking away the pearl of moisture that emerged from the tip, flicking her tongue across the underside.
She heard a sharp inhale, looked up to find him watching her, shock on his face.
She began to move, using her mouth and hand together, stroking him.
He moaned, his fingers sliding into her hair, holding it to the side so that he could watch. “Vicki.”
She kept up the rhythm, trying to follow his body’s signals, going faster when his hips urged her to, increasing the pressure, cupping and rolling his balls in her free hand.
His every exhale was a quick gust of breath now, his body rigid, his balls drawing tight. “Jesus.”
He came with a groan, arching off the bed, one hand clenched tightly in her hair, the other fisting in the sheets. She drew her mouth off him, finishing him with her hand, his cock contracting, thick cum shooting onto his belly.
Slowly, his body began to relax.
“Good morning,” she said.
He chuckled, his blue eyes warm. “Good morning to you, too.”
She reached for a tissue.
He took it from her, wiped off his belly, tossed the tissue into the trash. “Come here, woman.”
She crawled upward, straddling him, and taking his mouth with hers.
His arms wrapped around her, holding her tight, his head lifting off his pillow as he kissed her back.
As sweet as this was, it couldn’t last forever.
She broke the kiss, glanced over at the clock. “I need to get up. It’s spa day.”
“Just do something for me before you go. It will only take a few minutes.”
“Sure.”
His lips curved in a sexy grin. “Sit on my face.”
* * *
Eric walkedthrough the open bay doors at the firehouse, needing something to take his mind off Victoria. She was leaving Sunday—two days from today. Although he’d told himself a half dozen times that it didn’t matter, that he wasn’t really involved with her, that he’d gotten along fine before she’d come to Scarlet and he’d be fine when she was gone, he no longer believed that. Itdidmatter.
Victoria was everything he hadn’t known he was missing, everything he hadn’t realized he wanted. And she was leaving.