"What's next?"
"You don't have to go?"
I shook my head slowly.
"I'm at your disposal, Ma'am."
She laughed sweetly and the sound went right through me. She was different when she was relaxed. Warm and inviting. I wanted to kiss her suddenly, not just drive her into the floor with my dick.
Well, I wanted that too. But I would put a pillow under her head first. That was the gentlemanly thing to do after all.
"The attic has a leak that's worrying me. I think it's just the window casing but I'm not sure. Casey is allergic to mold so we have to be careful."
I followed her up the stairs. I glanced into the open doorways, hoping to catch a glimpse of her bedroom. When I saw it, my mouth went dry. It was just an ordinary room with an antique bed and a pretty looking quilt on it. But I could imagine us doing all kinds of filthy, wonderful things in there.
Starting right now.
She led me down the narrow hallway into one of the smaller bedrooms. I saw that she'd started setting up the room as an office. In the back corner was a steep stairway that led to the attic.
She pulled on a cord and a bare bulb lit the space. It was big for an attic, with plenty of head space. It was clean too.
She'd been a busy little bee.
My bee.
"I was thinking of putting my studio up here."
"Studio?"
"I'm a photographer. Or, I always wanted to be. I didn't have a lot of time for it back in New York."
I looked around, nodding.
"All you really need is to wire the place. Then you get some black out blinds for the windows. Some sort of ventilation system for the fumes. Add drywall and you're all set."
She was looking at me with a trace of admiration. I liked the way it felt, impressing her with my manly skills. I grinned, puffing out my chest.
"I could help you with that."
Her mouth dropped open.
"That's not necessary Jackson."
I let my eyes rove over her face.
"It's my pleasure."
Oddly enough, I meant it.
"Now, where is this leak?"
I should have kissed her right then and there. But I couldn't bring myself to risk ruining her rapidly improving opinion of me just yet. She was looking at me like I was a Goddamn knight in shining armor.
Fifteen minutes later I'd sealed the leak, confirmed the damage was minimal and that there was no mold. Now she was really looking at me like I was a hero. She'd been busy the whole time too, cleaning the place with a spray bottle of vinegar and a handheld vacuum.
No wonder the old house was sparkling and shining.
"Are you always so clean?"
She smiled at me ruefully.
"I didn't used to be. But Casey's symptoms can get triggered by smoke, dust and mold. Chemical sprays, you name it. I won't be cleaning like this constantly, but I wanted to start with a clean slate. No shoes in the house keeps the dust down a lot-"
She wasn't going to stop talking I realized. Not that I wasn't interested. But I was also losing the battle with my cock after hours of being close to her.
So I did what I'd been wanting to do since the moment I saw her.
I pounced.
I lifted her up against me, smothering her soft sound of surprise with my lips. I groaned as my hands pulled one thigh up and held her open to me. I fit myself up against her and plunged my tongue into her mouth in one smooth motion.
The Delancey brothers prided ourselves on our excellent hand to eye coordination skills.
I pushed her backwards until she was pressed against one of the support posts in the center of the room. Then I went to town. Grinding, licking, touching.
My hand squeezed her ass as the other one went for her breasts. She was so soft and juicy and sweet smelling that I felt like I was going to lose my mind. Scratch that, I already had.
Thankfully, it seemed like she was right there with me.
Her kisses were tentative at first, but as I teased her nipple through her shirt, she started to get wild. I could feel the heat of her center against my raging hard on. Her nipples were scraping my chest. I cursed and pulled my shirt open, losing a few buttons in the process.
I pushed her shirt up, moaning at the sight of her gorgeous tits pushed together by a white lace bra. I pawed at her, tugging the bra out of the way so that I could taste her. I pulled one nipple into my mouth, and then the other.
Her hands were in my hair, spurring me on. The soft sounds she was making were sexy as hell. She sounded like a sweet, horny little kitten.
My kitten.
I lifted my head, realizing I was on the brink of fucking her in a dusty attic. Not that I gave a shit. But she might.
"Bed."
She nodded shakily, starting to tug her clothes back into place.
"Leave it. No time."
I scooped her up and tossed her over my shoulder, taking the steps two at a time. I slapped her ass as I kicked open her door, tossing her on her bed.
She was staring at me indignantly as I peeled my clothes off. Then I climbed on top of her and kissed her senseless. By the time I was finished, the pissed off look on her face was gone.