Handyman. Jodi Lynn Copeland

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      Her gaze shot to his face. Freckles he hadn’t previously noticed scattered across her cheeks and along the bridge of her nose with her guilty smile. That smile turned teasing, and open desire sizzled in her eyes.

      She clearly wanted to make a move. The noticeably solid state of his dick confirmed he wanted the same. So why was she hesitating? Was this truly supposed to be just a construction appointment, or was her relationship with Sam the problem?

      She turned away and started toward the door. “My bedroom’s down the hall. We should probably get to it.”

      That answered that. Sam wasn’t a problem. The enticing sway of her hips as she traveled the short distance to her room suggested there wasn’t a problem at all.

      Thad stepped into the bedroom behind her, glad to see she wasn’t harboring a safari fetish. Her room was decorated in cool shades of green and blue with touches of pink mixed in throughout. The bed in the center of the room was only partially made. The sheets and comforter had been tossed back in a way that hinted she wanted him to crawl inside.

      He pulled his attention to the ceiling and did a quick inspection. “I don’t see any cracks or signs of water damage.”

      “Maybe it would help if you lay on the bed.”

      Something told him that was as blatant an invitation as he was going to get. It could be Lissa was a doer, not a sayer.

      Going with the idea, he toed off his work boots and reclined back on the bed, with his arms folded beneath his head. The subtle scent of vanilla clung to the sheets, making his body ache with the want to say to hell with the ceiling and pull her down on the bed beneath him. “Nope. Still nothing.”

      “Do you want me to come over there and show you where the moisture’s gathering?”

      Her voice was lower than ever, and he looked over to discover she still stood near the door. Movement near her sides caught his attention. He glanced down to find her hands fisting and unfisting. Nerves? “We should talk fees first.”

      “You seem like a nice guy. I trust you to charge me fairly.”

      “Is that what you want, a nice guy?” Far from a typical request—women always wanted him at his wildest.

      Thad recalled Sam’s greeting words then. He’d called him Mr. Nice Guy and flashed an amused smile. Sam must favor rough sex and agreed to this pleasure session to give Lissa a chance to experience slower loving in a manner that wouldn’t mean having to go slow himself. The asshole.

      “I’m really out of my element here.” She let out an anxious-sounding laugh. “I’ve never done this sort of thing before. Sam usually handles it.”

      He came up on his elbows. “Why didn’t he today?”

      “He has a meeting now and a date later.”

      A date? Had Lissa made a bargain with Sam—in exchange for sleeping with another guy, he got to do the same with another girl? It was a helluva way to run a relationship, but then he wasn’t here to judge.

      He was here to bring Liss bliss.

      The reality was he didn’t have an appointment this afternoon the way he told her over the phone, just the usual Saturday night burgers and beer meet-up with the guys at McCleary’s Pub. That was three hours away, plenty of time for a pleasure session.

      Thad’s cock throbbed with relief. His fingers itched to tear away her tight-fitting tank top and short shorts to get to the lush body beneath. Meeting her eyes, he asked as a final point of clarification, “Sam’s okay with you doing this?”

      She looked shocked, maybe even a little offended. Her fingers ceased their curling and uncurling to form fists. “Of course, he is.”

      Lissa sounded testy, but she couldn’t really be put off by his question. It wouldn’t make sense. More likely she’d grown tired of talking and was eager to get on with the slow screwing. Lucky for her, that made two of them.

      Giving her a let’s-get-busy smile, he stroked the mattress next to his hip. “Why don’t you come over here and show me where the moisture’s gathering?”

      Her fingers uncurled. Relief slid through her eyes. She crossed the room in an instant and all but flung herself down on the bed beside him. He rolled toward her and reclined on his right elbow. She did the same, coming up on her left arm. Her tits pressed together so hard with the move, he thought for sure they would pop right out of the V-neck.

      No such luck.

      The mounds stayed in place, taunting him with the urge to bury his face against their ampleness and have himself a mouthful.

      “Thanks for not making me feel stupid about this.” Lissa’s voice was ripe with lust. “I didn’t know if a guy like you would think the worst of me for inviting you onto my bed when I barely know your name.”

      A guy like him?

      Thad looked back at her face, saw how completely the desire in her voice was reflected there, and realized what she meant. That he was a nice guy, because they were officially into the game.

      In true nice-guy fashion, or at least what he was guessing to be nice-guy fashion, he slowly walked his fingers across the mattress. He trailed them along her neck, up to the slightly pointy rise of her chin, and then brushed her full lower lip with the pad of his thumb.

      In the background of his mind, his dick roared at him to go faster. He blocked that roar out to concentrate on the dilating of her irises and the sudden hitch in her breathing. “You know, there’s a reason us nice guys finish last.”

      She blinked once and then flicked her tongue out, dabbing at his fingertip with moist, little licks. Pulling her tongue back in, she whispered hotly, “So their leading ladies can come first.”

      The freckles grew darker on her cheeks and nose. She looked shocked by her words. Probably thought she’d ruined the whole nice-guy scenario. But, hell, it was her scenario to ruin, make that alter. To show her he was prepared to give her sex as wild as she desired, he cupped her cheek and slanted his mouth over hers.

      Her lips parted beneath his with the first brush. Warm air pushed into his mouth. Her tongue came next, dipping damp and forcefully inside, coasting past his teeth to rub against his own tongue in a way that wasn’t even remotely nice. Rather sexy as hell and speaking directly to his cock.

      Lissa’s hand touched down on his back as the erotic mouth play continued. Her fingers balled in the cotton of his T-shirt before skating lower to grip his ass. She jerked her body toward him and hooked her leg over the side of his, bringing their pelvises flush, her pussy tight to his cock.

      Needfully, she ground along his shaft.

      Even as he thought about how damned good the contact felt, being pressed against a woman with an honest figure and real meat on her bones, a moan slid from the back of her throat, breaking near silently between their joined lips.

      Normally, this would be the point where he took things over. Let the bad boy all the ladies wanted break out and do his wickedest. But he could guess that would be the same move Sam would make, and Thad wasn’t about to engage her in the СКАЧАТЬ