Kelly Jamieson - Sweet Deal

He got rid of the condom, washed up, looking past all the shampoos and lotions and cream to study his surroundings as he did so, liking the gray and taupe slate tiles on floor and walls, the sleek brushed-steel fixtures and thick charcoal towels. He made a face at himself in the wall of mirror behind the sink, hung the towel back on the holder and flicked out the light.

If he’d made one huge mistake by having sex with Shelby, he was about to compound it by about ten.

Or maybe not. She better have condoms. If she didn’t, he might cry.

She’d buried herself under the covers and he slid in under a puffy duvet and reached for her. She snuggled up to him as if they were magnetized, her body fitting itself to his in a pleasing cuddle. Huh. Cuddling wasn’t his thing either, but damn, she felt good and he was so not done with her.

“Shelby Rose.”

“Mmmm.”

“Do you have condoms?”

She went very still, then tipped her head back. “I don’t know.” She gave him a weak smile. “Um, why? You don’t?”

“Just used my only one.” He kissed the top of her head.

“Oh. I’ll go look.”

“Sorry, sweetheart. I didn’t exactly plan this.”

She paused beside the bed, her body sweetly naked in the shadows. Lord have mercy, she was all curves and soft skin and shiny hair.

“I know,” she finally said, her voice sounding a bit funny, then she turned, giving him a view of the ass he’d wanted to see all night. And hoo yeah, it was worth the wait, firm high little buttocks he wanted to sink his teeth into. He swallowed a groan as he watched her walk into the bathroom. He heard the slide of a drawer opening, the snap of it shutting, and then another one. He heard a muffled curse. Oh hell.

He closed his eyes and rolled his head a bit on the pillow. If he had to leave to go out and buy rubbers…would he even come back?

Yeah, he would. Although there were other things they could do, things that didn’t involve condoms and dragging himself out of this cozy nest of warmth and sweet-scented softness.

He heard a triumphant sound from the bathroom and relief washed over him. He watched for Shelby’s return, and she grinned as she crossed the room toward him holding two packages between her index and middle finger. “Success,” she said.

He grinned and lifted the covers for her. She tossed the condoms onto the night table and slid back into bed, resuming the exact position she’d been in before.

“Thank Christ,” he said, tucking her into his body. “I did not want to go out to find a drugstore.”

“I could’ve checked my purse, too,” she said, nuzzling her nose into the side of his neck. “I might have some there.”

“That’s good, because two more isn’t enough for what I have planned.”

She drew back, her lips pursed, eyes wide. “Really?”

A flash of alarm heated his veins but he kept it casual and drawled, “D’you want me to go, babe?”

She didn’t immediately demur. Shit, why’d he ask such a lame-ass question? Then she slowly moved her head from side to side. “No,” she finally answered. “I don’t want you to go.”

He didn’t want to sound too relieved, so he casually said, “Good.” And he wrapped her up against him again, letting his hard cock nudge at her. He rubbed a hand down the length of her spine, enjoying the firm ridges of muscle that dipped into the sweet curve and then back out into that round ass.

Some guys were ass men. Some were leg men. Some guys liked breasts.

Jake liked it all. The whole package. Every female part, including fingers and toes and pretty pink hidden parts. He liked the way girls smelled, every one of them different but sweet. Shelby’s peachy-pear fragrance mingled with her unique female scent, a combination that was heady to his senses.

“Ah, Shelby, sweetie.” His fingers played with her butt, drifting across the firm flesh, teasing just below in that crease above her thighs, and she squirmed a little. Ha. She liked that. He trailed a fingertip up the furrow between, making her squirm more.

Okay, this was a woman he could seriously make love to all night. Not only did she go crazy when he sucked on her nipples and played with her breasts, but it seemed like she might enjoy a little ass play just as much. And he was ready to play. So ready.

Jake woke up in the softest, sweetest smelling cocoon of bliss, a warm feminine body cuddled into his, and for a few long, delicious moments he thought he was still dreaming, still asleep. He let himself enjoy the sensations, full breasts pressed against his forearm, hair that smelled like peaches and pears, and silky sheets swathed around both of them.

And then realized what he’d done. It wasn’t a dream. He’d spent the night with Shelby.

Fuck. What had he been thinking? He was supposed to be helping her, for Chrissakes, not fucking her! What was wrong with him?

She stirred against him, lush curves and warm skin, and he resisted the urge to bolt out of bed and make a run for it.

She snuggled in closer, made a funny snuffling sound as she breathed in. She was still asleep. His chest tightened at the way she nestled against him, all intimate and trusting. Shit.

The events of the previous evening started playing through his mind. Andrew and Gianna. Jesus. How had he not known that’s who Shelby’s boss was? She’d never mentioned she worked at Gold Shield, he was sure of it. If she had, he might have twigged to what was going on. So he’d shown up there like a clueless idiot.

Shelby moved again in his arms, stretching her legs out, sliding them over and between his. Christ, she was sexy. His cock swelled. How could he help it? She was right there, naked, in his arms, in a bed. “Mmm.” She made a little purring noise, buried her face in the side of his neck. He felt her draw in a breath, as if she was smelling him. Maybe she was. He liked smelling her. He smiled and slid a hand up into her hair. He tugged the strands so he could see her face and their eyes met.

With a small starburst of light and heat.

“Hi.” Her voice was a whisper, and when he saw the uncertainty in her eyes he had the strangest urge to make it go away. Hell, he wasn’t the kind of guy to stick around the morning after. But how could he leave with her looking all sweet and vulnerable like that?

He couldn’t. And fuck it, he didn’t want to leave. He was hard to the point of pain, his balls tight and aching already, even after the sex marathon they’d shared the night before. He stroked a hand down her bare back, over the sweet curve of her ass, fingers lingering on the crease between, and her eyes went darker blue and her soft lips parted.

“Hi.” He smiled at her, and loved the answering curve of her mouth. “You feel good in my arms.”

“Mmm. I like it too.” She brushed her mouth over his jaw and even he could feel the rasp of his beard. She rubbed her cheek there, like a little cat, apparently liking the roughness.

Christ, he wanted to do her again, he couldn’t help it, and how the hell was a guy supposed to resist in a situation like this, anyway? It was impossible. He rolled her under him and kissed her, pressing her down into the pillows, filling his hand with one lush breast.

And then another memory poked him in the head. They were out of condoms. All three had been used last night, and used well, he had to say. That was all they’d had, even after Shelby had checked in her purse. Though four times in one night may have been a bit of wishful thinking on his part. Now, however, he needed that damn fourth condom.

He sighed and rolled away from her.

“What?”

“No more condoms.”

“Oh. Oh yeah.”

She lay there beside him, quiet, and then she moved over him and kissed his chest. Heat rippled over him. When she flicked her little tongue over one nipple, then closed her lips over it, flames licked over his body. “Shelby.” He closed his eyes against the sensations. “Don’t.”