The only way things are going to work between us is if I'm completely honest with him. Past experiences have taught me that much. “It’s not that I’m nervous.” I take a deep breath and let it out. How am I going to say this without sounding ridiculous? “But look at you. You’re muscular, in shape, and basically any woman’s dream. And I’m…not.”
I shift my gaze to the opposite side of the room. I don’t want to see the look of horror he likely has. Or, see him agree and get out of the bed. Both would be a punch to the gut.
His hand that was stroking my hair minutes ago moves to my chin, and he gently pulls my face toward him. He doesn’t say a single word until my eyes meet his. “Whoever told you that needs to be throat punched.” I open my mouth to tell him, it’s me that needs it, but he doesn’t give me a chance to say anything. “You are the most beautiful woman I’ve seen. You’re also the most stubborn, but we won’t talk about that.”
“Hey, no I’m not.”
“It took you forever to want to date me. I’d say that’s pretty stubborn.”
“Whatever.” I roll my eyes and try to scoot away from him.
“You don’t have to take my word for it. I’m going to show you just how beautiful you are.”
His lips close the distance between mine, and I know I’ll never be able to come back from this.
17
Eric
I thought havingher in my bed the last time was amazing. Now…now she’s in my bed and has made it certain she’s interested in more than sleeping.
Her lips are soft and hesitant as mine meet hers. It kills me that she doesn’t feel completely comfortable in her own body. But this morning, I intend to change that. She needs to know how beautiful and desirable, she truly is.
She shivers as I slowly run my fingers down her body. As much as I want to devour her the way I’ve dreamed about for weeks, I’m determined to take my time.
As I inch my way toward the hem of her sleep shorts, she hooks an arm under mine and pulls me closer. I don’t want to ask her how long it’s been since she’s been intimate with anyone, it’s not really my place, but I have a feeling it’s been a while.
Scooting backward, I pull her with me until she’s in the middle of the bed. The chance of one of us slipping off the edge is pretty big since this bed isn’t very large. My lips never leave hers.
“Eric,” she pulls away and takes a shuddery breath. “I need you.”
I don’t need her to ask twice, but I’m not going to give her what she wants just yet. I will, however, give her what she needs.
Moving until I’m settled between her legs, I kiss her one more time. My mouth leaves hers, and I press soft kisses along her jawline before working my way down her neck. Her shirt is still on. It’s definitely a roadblock, but right now I think that’s the only thing bringing her comfort. It’s a security blanket, and I can’t take that from her.
Moving the shirt up a few inches, I trail kisses down her stomach before sliding my hands over her waist and pulling her shorts down my mouth draws a line down her thigh. The way her whole body shudders at the contact lets me know I’m on the right path.
She moves her legs closer together, and wiggles them to push them down. Now that those are out of the way, I settle in between her thighs. Taking a few seconds to make sure she’s okay, I glance up to find her eyes on me. I’m about to verbally ask her if she’s good, but I don’t get the chance. Her fingers slide into my hair, and she grips it, leading my mouth where she wants it to go. I’m happy to oblige.
Her thighs clench around me as I taste her. Soft moans pour from her lips, and warmth floods through me. I’m the one making her whimper. Her fingers tighten in my hair as she comes apart, and holy shit is it intense. I’m not even inside her yet, and I’m so close to coming.
Joan’s breathing evens out and I move until I’m hovering over her. Reaching out, I pull open the nightstand drawer for a condom. She grabs it out of my hand, and tears the wrapper open with her teeth. She rolls it over my cock, and I don’t remember the last time a woman has done that.
I lean down and she sits up at the same time. What the hell is she doing. A push to my shoulder as she maneuvers out from under me, and I know she wants me on my back. Whatever the lady wants, she gets.
As soon as I’m lying down, she straddles me, and leans down until her lips catch mine. I can’t stop the moan I release. Fuck, this woman will be my undoing.
Moving one hand between us, she pulls away and grips my cock until she’s sliding onto me. I guess the shyness from earlier is gone. She’s out to take what she wants, and I can only be happy it’s from me.
She rocks into me, torturing me as she takes her time. Fingernails grip into my shoulders, and I don’t know how long I’m going to last. Leaning down she kisses my neck, jawline, and works her way to my ear. Her teeth catch my lobe, and my hands move to ass, quickening the pace. My ears are my weakness, and it didn’t take her long to find it.
With one hand, she reaches down and rubs her clit between us. All it does is bring me closer to the edge. “Joan, I don’t know how much longer I can last.”
“I’m almost there.” She pants against my ear before muffling her moans into my shoulder. Her teeth are scraping against my skin, and I can’t hold back any longer. With her pulsing around me, I come wondering if it’s too late to cancel all our plans for the day.
The fair is in full swing. People are milling about at various booths, checking out the handcrafted items. It’s probably one of my favorite things about this event. Most of the vendors handmade the things they’re selling, and they try to keep it that way to support our local artists.
I watch Joan take it all in. Her eyes are bouncing to each booth, trying to decide which she wants to visit first. The options can be overwhelming, especially for a newcomer. I know the first time Delilah dragged me here, I wasn’t sure what to expect. But I’ll be honest…I come for the food.
