“Yes.” I searched for the mechanisms that would free her from the dress. “Don’t even pretend you didn’t like it.”
Giggling, Lauren slapped my hands away. “What kind of vampire are you? Do you usually go around biting people?”
I unknotted the sash at her waist and returned to the remaining buttons while I considered her question. I definitely didn’t bite the triathlon chick I hung out with this summer. The others were local marathon beasts with benefits. No biting there, although one of them did like slapping me when she came. Most of the time, I didn’t bother taking off their sports bras, and they were fine with that.
The last button slipped from its casing, and the dress was hanging open from her shoulders. I needed an outlet for everything I was feeling, a place to deposit this heaving energy. My mouth moved to her other breast for a matching bite. “No, sweetness. Just you.”
I couldn’t explain any of it; I just knew I wanted to leave my mark on her. Bites, scratches, swollen lips, messy hair. I wanted to see it all.
Her hips swayed against my erection. “You’re a strange creature.”
“And you’re insanely sexy.”
Blushing and diverting her eyes as if no one had ever spoken those words to her before, Lauren jerked the shirttails from my pants and struggled with the buttons while I raked my chin scruff against her skin.
“Not so fast,” I groaned, tugging her fingers out of my trousers.
I lifted Lauren off my lap and eyed the nude mesh boy shorts hugging her hips. The color blended with her skin and if not for the random splattering of embroidered dots, they would have created the illusion she was naked under that dress. It was beautiful and startling and yet again, I wanted nothing more than those fucking panties shredded in my fingers.
Kneeling before her, I unfastened the tiny buckles around her ankles and set the ass-kickers on the floor. Her knees were more bruised than scraped, and the blood long since dried. “I’m amazed you didn’t blow out your ankle on that fall. I’m not letting you get on your knees tonight, sweetness.”
“I’ve survived worse,” she said. She nodded toward the shoes. “Didn’t want to leave them on?”
I trailed kisses up her thighs before hooking my fingers in her panties. “We’ll save that for another night. It’s a very long list, after all.”
“I bet it’s huge,” she purred. Fuck me running, this girl knew her way around a double entendre. “But I don’t remember signing up for repeat performances.”
“Then it’s a good thing you like me because this might take a while.”
I couldn’t tear my eyes away from Lauren’s while I tugged her panties down. I needed to see the way my words affected her, and I needed her to know we were a breath away from something we wouldn’t be able to control, and I needed her there with me.
“And I thought you’d be all wholesome pink cotton. Never expected this.”
I lifted the fabric to my face and inhaled her musky scent. No ordinary panties for Miss Halsted. They were fragile and lovely, and required the proper amount of admiration before this turned indecent. We stared at each other, her underwear pressed to my face and her body exposed before me.
I tucked them into my pocket and nudged her legs apart, and nothing could have prepared me for that treat when I finally broke away from her eyes. “And I certainly didn’t expect this.”
Recently and quite thoroughly waxed. So many contradictions in one woman but I couldn’t be sure which side of her dominated as she seemed to fight off both in equal measure. I teased my tongue down her slit, and her essence washed over me.
“Oh my God,” she gasped, her hands seizing my hair.
I leaned back and aimed a hard gaze at her. “God has nothing to do with this. You want to thank someone, I’ll be right here, worshipping you and your outrageous body for the foreseeable future. God isn’t involved.”
I latched my mouth on her clit, sucking and stroking until her legs tightened around my head, and she shrieked, “Matthew!”
I smiled against her, enjoying the sound of my name in her trembling voice. It was the best oral sex anthem I’d ever heard. Goosebumps spread over her skin, her eyes screwed shut, and I knew she was close when her nails bit into my scalp.
“Lauren,” I commanded. “Look at me.”
Her eyes fluttered open, hazed over with need and bright, bright green. The tousle of her hair, the flush riding along her cheeks, the erratic rise and fall of her chest—seeing it all from between her thighs was a new level of insanely sexy. She held my gaze as she rode the spasms, her eyes full and lips parted, then she slumped back against the sofa with a shuddering moan. She held nothing back, and I loved it.
The past day didn’t give me time to know everything about Lauren, and I wasn’t about to discover them all tonight, but I sensed we knew each other, recognized each other, and a few things were clear. First, she was under my skin and in my blood, and as much as I hated talking about spiritual shit, there was a possibility she knew me in another life. Second, she played the part of the wholesome schoolteacher, but pull back the boy shorts and she was very, very naughty. Third—and most importantly—no one was giving this woman what she needed. The way she came apart in my hands and the astonished reaction to her orgasm made that abundantly clear.
She raked her hands through my hair, and I interpreted her grip as an invitation to continue licking. Her tissues pulsed under my tongue, and that response felt better than finishing any triathlon.
“Oh my…Matthew,” she sighed.
Possessiveness spread out from my chest and through my limbs, and the air around me tasted different, new. I didn’t care whether it was only tonight; she could be mine right now. My teeth connected with Lauren’s inner thigh, and I nipped the tender skin there, raining kisses over the blossoming welt. “That’s right,” I growled.
