She shrugs.
“Oh boy.” I take a long sip of my drink and clear my throat. “See, the thing is, this is gonna be a hard question to answer because I’m thinking so many things, all at once.”
“Okay, then tell me all the things.”
“But, see, some of the stuff I’m thinking—a lot of it, actually—is extremely...”
“What?”
“Sexual.”
She smirks. “Why do you think I asked the question, Sherlock?”
My cock jolts.Whoa.
“It’s okay, honey,” she says, her eyes burning like hot coals. “I’m a big girl. As long as you’re being completely honest, I wanna hear it. I don’t think you realize all the facial expressions you’ve been making. I’m dying to know what’s going on in your head.”
Holy shit. This woman is rocking my fucking world. “Okay. Well, uh, to start with, I’m thinking, ‘Holy shit, this woman is rocking my fucking world.’”
She smiles.
“And I’m thinking, ‘She’s gorgeous and sexy and that body of hers isinsanity.’” I pause, gauging her reaction. So far, so good. “I’m also thinking, if I’m being honest, ‘I’d give anything to see that smokin’ hot body of hers naked.’” I pause again. She still seems receptive. “And that thought immediately leads me toimagineyou naked.” I pause again, assessing her reaction. Again, she looks highly receptive. “You seriously want me to keep going?”
She nods. “Please.”
My heart is racing. “And now that my brain’s got you buck naked, I’m thinking in great detail about what I’d like to do to you in that state.”
She bites her lip but remains silent.
The song overhead changes to “Use Somebody” by Kings of Leon. Not the song I mentioned to her before, but close enough to make me feel like the universe wants me to keep going. I scoot forward a bit more, until our legs are touching, and whisper, “I’m thinking I want to touch and lick and suck every inch of your naked skin—literally, every inch of it, without holding back, without inhibitions…” I pause to gauge her reaction again... and, yep, she’s giving me an enthusiastic green light. I interlace my fingers in hers, my heart racing. “God, I wanna know what you taste like. Baby, I wanna slurp you up. Suck on your tip. Have you sit on my face and penetrate you with my tongue as deep as it’ll go.”
Her eyes widen in shock, but I don’t care. She asked me the question, and now I’m answering it.
“Sweetheart, I wanna lick you right on that delicious bull’s-eye of yours, that one little spot that’ll make you growl like a fucking animal, until you’re writhing and screaming and wetter than you’ve ever been and making sounds you’ve never made before and literally screaming my name—and then, when you can’t stand it anymore—when I’m so hard I feel like I’m gonna die if I don’t get inside you—I wanna push myself inside you and send us both to fucking heaven.”
She lets out a barely audible yelp.
I stroke her fingers in mine. “But most of all, baby, I’m thinking, ‘Holy fuck, I’ve never felt this kind of intense, soul-stirring, boner-inducing connection with someone in my entire life.’”
She lets out a shaky breath.
“And not just ’cause of your physical appearance, but because you’re smart and witty and funny. Because I feel like I’ve known you my whole life.”
There’s a very long beat.
Our eyes are locked.
Her unbelievable chest is rising and falling sharply.
My dick is rock hard.
“And that’s pretty much everything I’m thinking,” I say. “For now. Oh, and I’m wondering why you haven’t been kissed in nine months. But I already told you that.”
“Holy shit,” she says after a long beat.
“Did any of that offend you?” I ask softly, my stomach clenching.
She shakes her head.
