I was nodding this whole time, trying to come up with something magnificent to say. Nothing came to mind, so I went along with Daniel.
Then he was back to kissing me until he wasn’t. He started to trace over my skin with his lips. First my neck, then my clavicle, his tongue fluttering lower… He worked his way down to my cleavage, moving my shirt at his convenience before reaching under and pulling it over my head.
He checked in. “Okay?”
And I forced out “Yes” through uneven breaths.
He began to slink down my body, his palms grazing my sides until they hit the waistband of my jeans. With his knees on the entryway carpet, his dexterous hands met by my zipper and made quick work of slipping my jeans over my butt, his mouth quickly back to my skin, tracing my navel. Chills ran the length of my spine as he followed the light trail of hair down my abdomen, making his way to the top of my panties.
“I see you’ve downgraded,” he whispered against my pelvic bone, his eyes focused on my lacy thong.
“I thought you’d consider it an upgrade.”
Looking up at me he spoke, his voice gravelly. “I don’t know, I kind of got off on those days-of-the-week undies.” With a wink he was back to exploring my current underwear selection with his teeth, dragging them lower, revealing my landing strip—it was a beacon he followed willingly.
A small growl came from the Scotsman’s chest, and as soon as his tongue touched down above my hairline, my head fell back. He traced along my curls, finding my most sensitive spot, and went to work.
Yeah, I’d been gone down on before. But if I was honest, not like this. Daniel was hungry, voracious in his efforts. He seemedto have an endless appetite for me. I succumbed to the feelings until a wave took over my body, pulling every bit of pleasure from my nerves. When I felt like I was going to go limp, Daniel was there, shimmying my pants back up so I could stand. He took my hand and squeezed, smiled, and looked into my eyes, checking if I was still okay. I wanted to say more than okay, but I couldn’t get my vocal cords to work.
“Mmmm,” he moaned. “That was decadent. Better than peanut butter pie.”
“That could be up for debate.”
With his free hand, he play-pinched my side. “There’s the sarcastic girl we all know.”
Then he kissed me, tasting like my climax and promises of more to come. With our fingers still combined, he led me to his bedroom, Brutus’s gaze on us.
He set me on the bed and yanked his shirt off. “Still okay? Feel good?”
“I’m pretty sure I melted out there. Am I still whole?” It was so cheesy, but he seemed to like it because he was kicking off his jeans and shoes and crawling up the bed toward me.
We began to kiss again, our tongues dueling, our bodies seeking friction.
“Too many clothes,” I found the nerve to mutter.
Daniel responded, snapping off my bra, and pulling my pants and thong off for good. I thought my shirt and shoes were still in the hallway. “I want you. Maybe more than I’ve ever wanted anyone.”
I responded with, “Have me.” I could’ve told him the feeling was mutual, but I was in a hurry to feel him inside me, not share my feelings.
He reached for the nightstand and grabbed a condom. We didn’t discuss if we’d ever done this before. It was clear weboth had. I was sure Daniel way more than me, but it wasn’t important in this moment.
With one hand braced on the bed, I took in his six-pack abs and hardened chest, the scruff on his jaw, before watching him slide the condom on with the other hand. The nightstand light had been on when we entered the room, and for a moment I wondered if I was that sure of a thing—if he’d set up this whole situation—but then didn’t care.
Hovering over me, he whispered, “We good?”
“We’re good.”
With that answer, he sank slowly into me.
It was the most decadent sensation I’d ever felt. It was ice cream on a hot day, and cocoa on a cold one. He moved without urgency, our bodies in unison, until I said, “More.”
He picked up the pace, his hand on my shoulder, holding me in place with the tiniest bit of pressure.
I’d never orgasmed during sex, but the feeling crept up my spine sooner than I thought it would and I was coming apart.
Daniel watched every moment of my ecstasy. I could sense his gaze burning into me, making the climax headier. He dragged out every sensation, knowing how to make the moment feel more glorious…until he went off too. I felt him quivering, his bicep shaking as my palm came up to trace it.
He was a million contradictions—strong and gentle, proper yet brazen, Scottish and formal but hip…if that made sense.
