steady. Still, she did manage to lock the door. As soon as the lock tripped into place, Greg was off and practically running back to his condo. Once inside, he didn’t stop his long, purposeful stride until he was in the bedroom. He laid her down gently and gave her body that intensely hot once-over that always managed to make her stomach all jittery.
“Those are truly adorable, baby,” he said, his entire face splitting into a grin,
“but off with them. No pj’s in my bed.
Ever.”
She peeked down at herself and winced. Winnie the Pooh was so not sexy.
She lifted to a sitting position and undressed, letting him watch. It all reminded her of the night before. Very quickly, he was out of his jeans and slipping in beside her. He wrapped his arm around her and pulled her back against him. His leg came over hers, and his hand splayed wide over her belly, effectively holding her in place. She smiled in blissful contentment, but just as Greg reached up to turn off the light, something caught her eye.
Her panties. Perched atop some sort of award Greg had received. Then they were plunged into darkness and all she could think was how perfect it felt to be in Greg’s strong arms. She let go of a breath that she hadn’t been aware she was holding and asked, “Greg, don’t you want to—“.
He pressed a finger to her lips and whispered, “I didn’t come and get you because I needed to fuck. Just sleep, sweet Sarah. We’ll figure things out tomorrow.”
Six
It had hit him like a damned ton of bricks. One minute he brooded as he watched Sarah walk away from him to go to her own place. She’d had on the wrinkled skirt—the skirt she’d worn for him —and no panties. He ought to know, he’d been the one to pilfer them to begin with. Her sweet and tangy scent had clung to the tiny scrap of lace and he’d not wanted to let them out of his sight. Then, as she’d turned and waved, giving him that innocent little smile, he’d known that he was in love with Sarah Templeton.
Greg scrubbed a hand over his face.
Fuck, he’d been right from the beginning.
She truly should be named Sarah Temptation.
Now, here he sat on his front patio, waiting for his brother’s girlfriend to arrive, when all he really wanted to do was go to Sarah, take her in his arms, and tell her he loved her, make her say it back, and then explain to her that they were now exclusive.
But Trina had called, crying and near hysterics, insistent upon talking to him about Matt. He could kill his brother for whatever the hell he’d done because it had torn him away from Sarah’s willing flesh that morning. She’d been sweetly sated from the ear-splitting orgasm she’d taken as she rode him. She’d reminded him that he’d promised she could be on top and so he’d given in and let her run the show.
Watching her bounce up and down on his dick had been purely blissful. Christ, she was a vocal little thing, though. He’d need to build them a house, lest she get them both evicted.
After Trina’s badly timed crisis, he’d told Sarah that his brother’s girl was wanting a one-on-one and she’d hightailed it back to her place. A little too eagerly for his liking too. Damn, didn’t the woman care for him at all? He shook his head, knowing she had to care a little or she wouldn’t have chosen him to lose her virginity to. Then again, maybe he’d only been in the right place at the right time. Maybe she had really only wanted sex from the very beginning and he was no more special than a notch on her bedpost.
Again, Greg took a long swallow of his iced-tea and willed Trina to show. If she didn’t get there soon, he’d ditch the silly woman and tend to his own problems, which at the moment had a lot to do with Sarah.
He saw Trina pull into the complex in her little white Accord and he noticed from his position on the porch that she was crying. What the hell had Matt done to make her all weepy? He thought their relationship was
“Those are truly adorable, baby,” he said, his entire face splitting into a grin,
“but off with them. No pj’s in my bed.
Ever.”
She peeked down at herself and winced. Winnie the Pooh was so not sexy.
She lifted to a sitting position and undressed, letting him watch. It all reminded her of the night before. Very quickly, he was out of his jeans and slipping in beside her. He wrapped his arm around her and pulled her back against him. His leg came over hers, and his hand splayed wide over her belly, effectively holding her in place. She smiled in blissful contentment, but just as Greg reached up to turn off the light, something caught her eye.
Her panties. Perched atop some sort of award Greg had received. Then they were plunged into darkness and all she could think was how perfect it felt to be in Greg’s strong arms. She let go of a breath that she hadn’t been aware she was holding and asked, “Greg, don’t you want to—“.
He pressed a finger to her lips and whispered, “I didn’t come and get you because I needed to fuck. Just sleep, sweet Sarah. We’ll figure things out tomorrow.”
Six
It had hit him like a damned ton of bricks. One minute he brooded as he watched Sarah walk away from him to go to her own place. She’d had on the wrinkled skirt—the skirt she’d worn for him —and no panties. He ought to know, he’d been the one to pilfer them to begin with. Her sweet and tangy scent had clung to the tiny scrap of lace and he’d not wanted to let them out of his sight. Then, as she’d turned and waved, giving him that innocent little smile, he’d known that he was in love with Sarah Templeton.
Greg scrubbed a hand over his face.
Fuck, he’d been right from the beginning.
She truly should be named Sarah Temptation.
Now, here he sat on his front patio, waiting for his brother’s girlfriend to arrive, when all he really wanted to do was go to Sarah, take her in his arms, and tell her he loved her, make her say it back, and then explain to her that they were now exclusive.
But Trina had called, crying and near hysterics, insistent upon talking to him about Matt. He could kill his brother for whatever the hell he’d done because it had torn him away from Sarah’s willing flesh that morning. She’d been sweetly sated from the ear-splitting orgasm she’d taken as she rode him. She’d reminded him that he’d promised she could be on top and so he’d given in and let her run the show.
Watching her bounce up and down on his dick had been purely blissful. Christ, she was a vocal little thing, though. He’d need to build them a house, lest she get them both evicted.
After Trina’s badly timed crisis, he’d told Sarah that his brother’s girl was wanting a one-on-one and she’d hightailed it back to her place. A little too eagerly for his liking too. Damn, didn’t the woman care for him at all? He shook his head, knowing she had to care a little or she wouldn’t have chosen him to lose her virginity to. Then again, maybe he’d only been in the right place at the right time. Maybe she had really only wanted sex from the very beginning and he was no more special than a notch on her bedpost.
Again, Greg took a long swallow of his iced-tea and willed Trina to show. If she didn’t get there soon, he’d ditch the silly woman and tend to his own problems, which at the moment had a lot to do with Sarah.
He saw Trina pull into the complex in her little white Accord and he noticed from his position on the porch that she was crying. What the hell had Matt done to make her all weepy? He thought their relationship was