Making It Right (Most Likely To #3)

She turned around to see who he spoke of.

Gill twisted her back his way and handed her a beer. He put a possessive hand on the small of her back and led her away from those clamoring for drinks.

There wasn’t a quiet corner, just one with a little less crazy going on so they could talk.

He lifted his bottle to hers. “To a successful week.”

She clicked hers to his and drank.

“Are you glad you stuck around?” he asked.

Jo shifted on her feet. “I am. I learned a lot, even if I won’t use any of it.”

“We all hope we never have to use it.”

“I guess.”

“When does your flight leave tomorrow?”

“Eleven. Had to give myself time to drive into DC.”

He wasn’t leaving until Sunday. Having given himself an extra night to see Lee and Consuela.

“I’ll be back in Eugene on Monday.”

She sucked on her lower lip before drinking.

It was his turn to shift in order to make more room in his jeans.

He lifted his hand, palm up, her way.

“What?” she asked, looking at it.

“Your cell phone.”

When she didn’t move to get it, he reached around, let his fingers linger on her ass before he lifted the slim device from her back pocket.

He was surprised to see there wasn’t a lock screen. Then again, she did live in Mayberry and carried a gun. He couldn’t imagine anyone jacking the information in her phone.

Gill put his number in, along with his name, before returning it to her pocket.

Jo leaned forward, her lips close to his ear. “Was it good for you?”

He laughed, and instead of letting her back away, he held her hip and pulled her against the length of his leg and the heat of the erection she was provoking.

The playful grin on her face slid, and her nose flared.

Awww hell. He’d wanted to wait . . . wait for them both to be away from Virginia, away from the place of temporary and back in their home state. But her blatant stare, the way she pressed into him . . . the smoldering huff of her breath cracked his resolve.

Gill set his beer down, took hers from her hand, and dropped it beside his before using both of his hands on her hips to guide her out a back door of the bar.

Once they broke free of the noise, he pulled her around the side of the building and pressed her against the bricks. His lips were on hers with the same heat and passion they’d shared that first night.

Only this time, it was so much better.

Her hands were on his chest, his hips, his ass. All the while Gill explored every inch of her mouth until they were both breathless and panting.

He broke away. “Not here.”

“My hotel,” she said.

Gill kissed her, briefly, and pulled her toward his ride.

Unlike the previous times on the bike, this ride proved erotic. Jo didn’t rest her hands on his waist to hold on, she let them linger lower, her fingers stroking him through his jeans. He pushed through a few stop signs and broke a few speed laws as he drove the short distance to her hotel. Once there, he followed her until she stopped at a door and fished out a key from the wallet she kept in her back pocket.

Gill let her get through the door, let it shut before he reached for her. “C’mere, sweetness.”

Jo moaned in his embrace as she clawed at his clothing.

He pinched her breast through her shirt, felt her knees give just enough to know she liked it. Then he lifted her in his arms and walked the short steps to her bed.

He followed her down, her legs wrapped around him like a snake holding on to a limb of a tree. The way her hips moved to his, even fully clothed, pushed his limits. “You’re the most passionate woman I’ve ever known,” he told her as he ravished her neck and the top of her breast.

“I need practice,” she said, her hands moving to the fly of his jeans.

He saw stars when her hand reached for his bare flesh. “I’m in trouble.”

She laughed, lifted one leg over his, and used a move he’d taught her to have him on his back.

“Big trouble,” he repeated.

Jo leaned over him and pulled out of her shirt, unfastened her bra, and tossed it to the floor.

Gill’s mouth watered before he let his tongue seek her flesh. Her breasts fit his hands perfectly, and tasted like sugar. Or maybe that was the shots of whatever it was she’d been drinking before leaving the bar. He grinned into the thought and teased her nipple with his teeth. Either way, she tasted divine, and he wanted more.

Her hands were everywhere, and she had too many clothes on.

Gill rolled her around, took the dominant position, and unbuttoned her snug jeans. Jo lifted her hips and helped kick them free.

She slid a free hand into the elastic of her panties and he stared. When she reached farther down, he pulled her down the bed by the backs of her knees and slid his hands up her thighs.

“Too much staring, not enough doing,” she complained, her voice husky.

He unwrapped her, tossed her panties across the room, and dropped to his knees. He started at her knee, a nibble, a kiss, and as slowly as he could, worked his way up. He teased with the tickle of his beard, the heat of his breath.

Jo tried to push closer and cussed under her breath.

Still Gill took his time until it was he who couldn’t hold out any longer.

Sugar and sex hit his senses, and Jo’s moan had to be doing a good job of waking her neighbors. He wanted to know her, learn what she liked, what drove her wild.

Like any map, he studied and learned by the signals she gave, until finally her hips rose from the bed, her short pants and words telling him not to stop when he’d found her spot.

He smiled into her when she cried out the loudest and sensations became too much to bear and she pushed him away.

Gill looked up the length of her body, her head to the side, her hair wild on the bed, the smile on her face as radiant as any satisfied woman he’d ever seen. He leaned over, took a swig of the water she had sitting by her bedside, and found a condom in the back of his wallet.

“Let’s do that again,” he suggested.

Jo spread her hand over her stomach before helping him with the latex and pushing him onto his back.

His sex strained toward her, and she didn’t make him wait.

Jo took control, and he let her. Only when she begged him to finish did he let himself go.

Once they were both breathing normally and Jo rolled off to snuggle into his arms did she say, “We’re really good at that.”

He kissed the top of her head. “We are.”

Half an hour later, when he’d slipped out of Jo’s arms after she was fast asleep to use the restroom, stared down at her lax body and realized how much he liked the woman.

He slid under the sheets, pulled them up over her shoulders, and pulled her close.

For a woman who claimed to always sleep alone, she had no problem seeking the heat of his body. Gill made himself comfortable, knowing that if she wanted to wake alone, he would be the one that would have to leave.

And he wasn’t going anywhere.





Chapter Eleven