Mama’s Boy by Avery Flynn

Chapter Thirty-Nine

Dixon

Dixonkept it together until Fiona turned the dead bolt on her apartment door and not a single moment longer.

He had a hard time believing the fact that he hadn’t picked her up, tossed her over his shoulder, and raced up the five flights to her apartment—or at least he would if he was thinking at all right now.

He wasn’t.

Instead, he was all action. The second Fiona had flipped the lock, he had his hands on her hips and turned her around so her back was against the front door. Her eyes—dark with lust—rounded and she sucked in a quick breath. Fuck. No. Hold on. Keep your shit together, Beckett. He eased his grip on her hips and let out a shaky breath, letting his head fall forward so his forehead banged against the door.

“Fiona,” he said, unable to keep the desperation out of his tone. “I’m holding on by a thread, but I can hold on for as long as you need me to. Just say the word.”

She shook her head. “No.”

He stepped back immediately, letting his hands drop. Touching her was all he wanted in the world; hearing that hitch in her breathing when she got really turned on was pretty much the soundtrack of his every waking moment lately. That didn’t matter, though.

“I won’t say it.” She whipped off her sweater, letting it drop to the floor. “I won’t say to slow down or to hold on or to wait another fucking minute.” Her hands went to the button of her jeans, flicking it open before pausing. “So if that’s what you want to hear, you better say it yourself.”

He grabbed her and yanked her close so every soft, sexy inch of her was pressed against him and kissed the hell out of her. Tangling his fingers in her hair, he cupped her head, holding her there as her hands went to his jeans, popping the button and then lowering the zipper.

How she managed to slide her hand between them when they were so damn close, he had no idea, but Fiona Hartigan could do just about anything because the next thing he knew, her fingers were around his dick. She pumped him hard and slow, gripping him like she never wanted to let go. He knew the feeling. He couldn’t get enough of her.

She let go of him abruptly and took two steps back. He didn’t even try to stop her, letting the momentum of her move send him back so he landed on her couch, legs spread wide as he looked up at her.

“Slow and soft later,” she said. Shoving off her jeans and stalking over to him, she sat astride him. “Please.”

It was the last word that did him in. There was no way he could deny her. He captured her mouth with his, kissing her, ravishing her, taking every bit of her that she was willing to give because he needed it all. He needed her.

“Do you have a condom?”

She nodded. “My room.”

“Let’s go.” He picked her up, carrying her into the bedroom and tossing her onto the bed. “Where are they?”

She pointed to a red wood box on her dresser. He got rid of his clothes as he walked over to the dresser. The pack of twelve only had three left in it and as he opened one, he watched her slip off her see-through purple bra and panties. The woman liked her bright lingerie. He liked her in it and out of it.

He wrapped his hand around his hard cock, giving it a few strokes before he rolled on the condom as she watched him from the bed.

Her eyes grew darker as she stared, desire making her cheeks flush. “Come here.”

She didn’t have to repeat herself.

By the time he got to the bed, she was already waiting for him, her long legs spread wide as she lay there near the edge. He could see how wet and soft she was.

“I want you inside me,” she said.

“I’ll be there, but not yet.” He glided the head of his cock over her clit. She let out that moan of hers and fisted the bedsheets. So he did it again and again until she was biting down on her lower lip in an apparent attempt to quiet the sound. “Fuck, you’re so sexy. I could listen to you make that sound for the rest of my life and die a happy man.” He sank down to his knees, bringing himself mouth level with her sweet, slick core. “Don’t hide that part of you—let me hear it.” The worry and hesitation in her eyes hit him square in the chest, shaking things loose that he’d kept tightly secured. “Please let me hear you.”

When he licked her, the moans of pleasure were soft at first, but as he found her rhythm, her sweet spots, she lost herself in the moment and let herself be herself. Fuck.

He reached down and grabbed his cock, squeezing the base tight to get himself back under control before he came just from the sounds she was making. There was nothing sexier than Fiona when she stopped pretending, stopped worrying, and let go. And when she let out a strangled cry, her thighs tightening around his head as she came on his tongue and fingers? He had to run the company’s budget numbers from the last fiscal year to calm down enough to get away from the edge he was about to fall over.

Clenching his eyes closed, he sucked in a deep breath, trying to remember why they were dating in the first place before he forgot and lost himself in her. He didn’t do relationships. This was dating for a purpose—to win. That was it. That was all.

“Oh my God, Dixon,” Fiona said as she sat up and cupped his face, tilting it upward so he was looking into her beautiful face. “I’m sorry.”

“For what?”

She let out a small sigh and looked straight into his eyes. “Misjudging you.”

Why did he feel like he was missing something? Usually he was the one six steps ahead, connecting the dots before anyone else—but not when it came to Fiona. “Because I gave you an orgasm?”

One side of her mouth curled up into a shy half smile. “Because you saw me,” she said, throwing back what he’d told her at Gable House.

And then she leaned forward even more and kissed him, silencing all the warning sirens screaming in his head.