I worked my mouth along her jaw until she turned into me, lips parting. The moment we kissed, she groaned and fisted a hand in my hair, dragging me closer. Her other hand slipped under my shirt, nails grazing my stomach—sharp enough to make every muscle tighten.
Game on. My hands went under her sweater, and she lifted her arms for me without hesitation, practically offering herself up as I pulled it over her head.
I stepped back to take her in, and damn, she hit me like a punch. The lamplight slid over her curves, soft and warm, and the way she looked at me… yeah, that did things. Tight, desperate things.
“You’re beautiful, Faith,” I said, and it came out rougher than I meant.
She blushed and whispered, “So are you, Curtis.”
Hearing my name like that—quiet, intimate—shot straightthrough me. She almost never said it. But right now? It felt like an invitation. And I wanted to answer it.
I licked my lips. “It’s time to finish what we started in my office. I made you a promise, and I always keep my promises.” As achingly hard as I was, I wasn’t going to last long. I’d never been more turned on. Faith was the whole package—amazing beauty both inside and out, intelligence, openness, and a quirky sense of humor. My lack of wariness should bother me, but it didn’t. I’d learned a harsh lesson over many years—that I must protect myself from women who always seemed to use me. But Faith was different. I didn’t need to protect myself from her.
Her cheeks reddened, and I couldn’t help but smile. It was so easy to rattle her. She bit her bottom lip. “Okay.” Then she surprised me by reaching around her back and unclipping her bra. It dropped to the floor.
I couldn’t stop myself. I stepped in and took her breasts in my hands, loving the way she gasped. Full. Warm. Perfect. I lowered my mouth to one nipple and dragged my tongue over it before pulling it between my lips.
She shivered. I moved to the other, wanting to map her reactions, memorize them.
Her soft whimper tightened every muscle in my body. She had no idea what she was doing to me—but she was about to find out.
I undid her jeans and slid them down her legs. She placed her hands on my shoulders, balancing to step out of her clothes. Her lacy thong went next. And there it was: my next meal. The scent of her arousal beckoning me, I looked up at her. “Get on the bed.”
Her eyes widened. “Are you going to…? You don’t have to. It’s okay.”
“Yes, I do have to because Iwantto. I need to taste you. You have no idea how much I want you to come on my tongue. I’ve been fantasizing about this since last time.”
She swallowed, her wide eyes disbelieving. “Okay, but only if you want to.”
I gave her a gentle smile. “I do, more than anything.” Again I cursed the morons she’d slept with before me. What the fuck kind of guys were they? Selfish losers, that’s what. Tonight, she’d learn what it meant to be cherished, and if it ruined her for every other man, all the better.
She tossed both the throw pillows off the bed, leaving just one normal one. “You rich people with all your pillows.” She rolled her eyes, then gave me a cute smile.
“We’re always showing off. Normally, I have three throw pillows on each side, but two of them are at the dry cleaners,” I joked. “Now, no more stalling. I’m hungry.” I let my gaze travel from her pussy, over her stomach and breasts. My cock wanted out of my pants, but he would have to wait.
She rested her head on the remaining pillow. “Why am I the only naked one?”
“Because if I take my clothes off, I won’t be able to hold back. I want this to be perfect for you.” I needed all the barriers I could get, or this was going to be over before it started.
She pouted, her gaze traveling to my chest, then back to my face. “Can you at least take your shirt off? I want to see some skin.”
I rolled my eyes in mock annoyance. “Fine. If you insist.” I undid my buttons as quickly as I could. Did I fumble the last two because of the way her eyes catalogued my every move? Yes. I couldn’t remember the last time I was this nervous and excited to be with a woman. Donut Girl was even more tempting than her namesake.
I dragged my shirt off and tossed it aside before lowering myself onto her, skin flushing against skin. Yeah, this wasn’t part of the plan—getting this close never was—but the second our bodies lined up, I couldn’t pull back. The warmth of her, the way she fit under me… it hit hard.
I kissed her, deep and hungry, her breasts soft against my chest, every shift of her body tightening something low in mine. After a moment, I slid to her side and reached down, my fingers slipping between her thighs, finding her already wet and wanting.
I kissed her again as I pushed a finger into her. Faith arched into my hand, a sound catching in her throat.
“Yeah?” I murmured against her lips. “You like that, gorgeous?”
She nuzzled into the curve of my neck. “Ah-huh.”
I slid my finger in and out of her again, slow, teasing, before pulling it away. Then I kissed my way down her body, taking my time, until I was exactly where I wanted to be—between her thighs, her scent hitting me like a challenge I couldn’t wait to meet.
It still pissed me off that no one had taken the time to do this for her. Their loss. My advantage. She’d remember this—remember me.
I smirked against her inner thigh, then lowered my mouth to her, tasting her as I spread her open with my hands.
