Another sweet sound punches out of her, and I thrust my fingers deeper, curling them inside her as I work her clit until she starts to buck her hips and weep all over my digits. She’s a hot, slippery mess, and it’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever felt.
“Ahhhh!” she cries again, arching her back and surrendering completely to the orgasm ripping through her.
I wish the lights were on so I could see this in all its beauty.
She’s so fucking hot.
And making her come was incredible.
My body wants more, is begging for a taste of her sweet, wet pussy, but I refuse to demand what she’s not ready to give.
Slipping my fingers out of her, I kiss my way back up her body, my knees nearly buckling when she rasps, “Please tell me you’ve got a rubber in your wallet.”
CHAPTER 29
DANI
“I don’t.” His hoarse response ends me.
It’s impossible to hide my disappointment as I sit up on my elbows and practically yell at him, “Are you serious?”
“It’s our first date. I didn’t expect this. I’d never demand anything of you.”
“But you want it, right?” My voice suddenly sounds so unsure. So… vulnerable.
He didn’t just blow my mind with that orgasm because he felt obliged, did he?
He spent all this time checking to see if I wanted him, but I never asked if he wanted me back!
Shit, what if him going down on me was just a way to satisfy me, and then he can be on his way and?—
“Of course I do.” He brushes his lips across my neck. “Of course I want you.”
“Then why didn’t you bring a condom?” I whine, my needy body turning me into a petulant child.
He sighs against my cheek, then rests his forehead on my shoulder. “Because I’m an idiot?”
I cup the back of his head, having to concede that the fact that he came here tonight with zero expectations is kind of sweet.He’s a gentleman, and it’s one of the things I love about him. So I can’t go complaining.
My body is just on fire right now, and I know I won’t be fully sated until I feel his?—
“The bathroom,” I suddenly croak. “There’ll be some in there.”
His head pings off my shoulder, his muscles tensing beneath me. I run my hands across his powerful shoulders, down those arms that are so fucking glorious I want to spend the rest of the night memorizing their shape.
“I’ll be right back.” He chokes out the words before taking off at a sprint… and stubbing his toe, I think.
I hear a few gruff curses after a stumble.
“You okay?” I call through the darkness, and he mutters something before I hear more rushed banging.
His urgency is a compliment.
But as I wait on the stage, the idea of what we’re about to do… what we’ve already done… starts to hit me.
He’s my first since Atlas.
Actually, he’ll only be the second man I’ve ever slept with, and I’m suddenly hyperaware of what’s about to happen.
