“You don’t have any clue how beautiful you are, do you? Rewind. How fucking captivating you are on every level.”
The heat from my body rises to my cheeks in what I’m sure is a full-on telltale blush. I should check my reflection in his sunglasses, but I won’t. “Stop it,” I say. “You’d say anything right now.” Leaning up, I kneel in front of him on the couch, but his hand stays put on the edge of my panties, teasing the elastic band. I’ve never hated elastic more or wished I was brave enough to go commando. The thought didn’t cross my mind until right now. I’ll learn. I’ll be better at this seduction thing if it’s the last thing I do. Or have Shirley teach me when my phone is nowhere in my vicinity.
His fingers pull aside the fabric. He kisses my lips,long and leisurely, then Tahoe halts the kiss abruptly. “Don’t ever say I’d sayanything,” he says. “I always say what I mean.”
Raising my chin, I reply, “Say what you mean then.”
His neck works, and I can’t help but watch as it affects the muscles of his chest, too. “You are the single most perfect human being. For me. I want to fuck you. Own you. Keep you. I’m crazy about you.” He works one finger against me.
“Anything else?” I say, moaning a little as I writhe in pleasure. Biting my lip to stifle a cry, I circle my hips to increase the friction.
“Yeah,” he growls. “When I fuck you, I want to pull out and play connect the dots with the freckles on your lower stomach.” I raise my dress up to expose the offending marks. His head tilts down, but that’s the only tell that he’s admiring me, and his finger glides over me, because the sunglasses hide all expression.
“When are you going to fuck me?”
His hand pauses for a beat, but then he moves it again at a pace he knows drives me wild. “When I can look you in the eye,” he says, sadly.
I’m almost to orgasm—the feeling building like a volcano of pressure. My hands drop the hem of my dress, and clasp around his neck to steady my body. “Take off the sunglasses Tahoe,” I order, leaning my cheek on his shoulder and kissing his neck. My plan is to look him in the eye as I come, but it hits me fast and hard, and he probably did it intentionally because he is so good atthis, like most things.
I cling to him as I ride the waves of pleasure, feeling the pressure of his finger smoothing against me. I’m still breathing heavily when he slides his hand out from underneath my dress and puts the finger in his mouth.
“Saying it like I mean it?” he asks, and I smile. “You taste and smell so incredible I could live off you alone for months.”
I grin. “You’d shrivel away to nothing without nourishment.”
“And die a happy man. Don’t take that away from me,” he teases, rolling his tongue around the finger coated in my desire.
My chest is red, and my breaths are still short and wild. “Well, if I’m going to say it like I mean it, I wish I could keep you in my bedside drawer. You’re so good at that it’s disturbing. I thought about asking how you got so good at playing the woman’s orgasm after you spent the night, but then realized I probably didn’t want to know the answer to that.”
The knowing smirk on his face is beautiful. “I’m good with my hands, Caroline. That applies to everything I do in life. Sometimes it’s not a practice makes perfect thing. You can make up for lack of practice with…fury.”
Something about the way he says that last word creates that low burning in my lower stomach. “So you’re out of practice?”
“Define out of practice,” he counters, good at the avoiding game.
He folds me into his arms, and I snuggle against his chest, the side of my head bumping his aviators. “Who was the last girl?”
He swallows, and I feel it. “I don’t recall anything before two nights ago.”
“You’re so smooth.”
“Momma didn’t raise a fool, Sunny.”
He must know by now. Must be intuitive enough with his sexual prowess to have ticked all of the virgin boxes, but every time I broach a conversation that could lead to my verbal confession, he shuts it down just like he’s doing right now.
“We don’t really have to wait until your eyes get better, right?” I ask, honestly fearful that if he sticks by that resolution, I might die of anticipation. While every sexual encounter we’ve had thus far has been explosive and full of depth, I crave the connection as much as I fear it.
Tahoe shifts under me, and I can feel his hard dick through his jeans, butting up against my ass cheek. “Want to drive my truck tonight?” he asks instead.
I go to open my mouth to ask my question again, but he’s kissing me instead, the sweet taste of his mouth making me forget anything I previously wanted to know. This is all the education I need.
He lifts his sunglasses with a free hand and sets them on the arm of the sofa, but his eyes remain closed as our lips lock. He lays me down on the couch, positioning himself between my legs, just how I wish we were, butnaked, and starts jutting his hips forward. He groans a little each time as he rubs himself against my wet panties.
The friction against my clit is immediate, and every nerve ending focuses between my legs. He releases my lips and kisses my neck and ear and breathes in the scent of my hair. Wrapping my arms around his back, I find the bottom of his shirt and work it up until I get it over his shoulders. He pulls it the rest of the way off by grabbing the collar behind his neck. When I can see his skin and touch his muscles with my fingertips, it’s over. My pussy tightens in what seems like a death vise grip and then explodes, contracting around nothing, yet the sensations are full and amazing. Again.
I’m still lightheaded and lust-filled, but I know I need to take care of him. His arms are shaking and his body is coiled—ready for release. If he’ll let me. “Let me give you a blow job.” The words don’t make me gag this time. Shirley said I needed to get used to it. That it wouldn’t be so bad once I had a few dozen under my belt. Told me if I could coerce him into eating pineapple that the cum would taste sweeter than normal. The thought made me dry heave, but then I checked myself. I’m an adult woman. This is part of doing business.
“You make me dry hump you like a teenage boy. You realize how wrapped you have me, right?” Tahoe says, his tone light. “Only if you want to. About the blow job,” he adds, licking the edge of my ear, sending goose bumps down one entire side of my body.
