“For so long I’ve forgotten there was a time when I didn’t. I know I said this was for research purposes or whatever bullshit I said, but I lied. This is real to me.”
“Then kiss me,” I say, and brace for everything to change.
CHAPTER 24
DAN
Kissing her feels like I’ve been writing with my left hand my whole life only to discover that I’m actually right-handed.
Kissing her feels like I didn’t actually know what kissing was until tonight. Whatever I was doing before was just a poor imitation.
I could stay in this water and kiss her all night.
I could stay in this water and kiss her forever.
When she pulls back, there’s an instant feeling of madness that this might be over. But thankfully she’s grinning and flushed, the picture of pure delight.
“Can we get out of the water?” She nods to the wet wooden ladder she’s still using to support herself. “I’d really like to use both hands right now.”
I match her grin. “Absolutely.”
I watch her climb the ladder, the water sluicing over the curves of her hips and ass as she emerges. I follow her closely. I’ve spent so long keeping a respectable distance from her, trying always to walk that line, shoving down my desire for her. But now that I’ve tasted her lips, I want to be as close to her as I can. As soon as mybare feet hit the dock, I reach for her wrist and tug her back into me, taking her mouth. She tastes like sweet strawberry ice cream and every dirty thought I’ve ever had, and I know immediately that I’ll never get enough of her.
And there’s no way she doesn’t know much I’m enjoying this, because she’s naked and against me. The evidence of my desire for her is hard and pressing into her soft belly, the three metal bars in my dick against my stomach.
“Can I?” she asks, her cheeks red, her lashes brushing her cheeks as she casts her gaze downward at my cock.
Oh right,thisis why I got those piercings. This exact moment, when a beautiful woman, bold despite her shyness, asks if she can touch them. I’d endure an infinite number of needles just to have this experience with Carson.
“Yeah,” I try to say, but my voice gets trapped in my throat.
Her hand drifts down my chest, her fingers dancing across my tattoos like a game of connect-the-dots as they move toward my length. Just before she reaches the head, she pauses, and I damn near cry out from how badly I want her to touch me.
“Will I hurt you?” she asks. “If I pull too hard?”
So much blood rushes south at that question that I start to feel lightheaded.
“You won’t hurt me,” I tell her, then take her hand and guide it down. She wraps it around my shaft gently, gasping as her fingers meet the metal. She gives me a few tentative strokes that feel so good it sets my teeth on edge. If I’m not careful, these curious, gentle strokes are going to make me come all over her.
We probably shouldn’t be standing here, naked and bathed in bright moonlight. Because if the soft little moans that escape her lips as she strokes me are any indication, this is going to end with me inside her. In all my times coming out here, I’ve never encountered another person, but still I’m not willing to take the risk now. Not with her. I know what it would mean for her to be found like this.
It takes every ounce of my willpower to step back from her grip, but I do it. I reach for my clothes, then take her hand in mine. As I march down the dock, I bend down to scoop up the clothes she left behind like a dirty Hansel and Gretel. When I reach the car, I throw open the back door, shoving the clothes over the front seat. Then I step aside and gesture toward the back seat.
She looks at me skeptically. “But I’m covered in lake water,” she says.
“And?”
She huffs out a little laugh. “Your really nice, really fancy, totally spotless car—I’ll get it all wet.”
“Yeah, I’m counting on it,” I say, a smile on my face. “Now get in the fucking car, Carson.”
I wonder for a moment if the order was a little too harsh. I’ve known Carson for so long, but I’ve only reallyknownher for a few weeks. And I’ve never known her in a sexual context. I don’t know how much sex she’s had or how comfortable she is. I don’t know if I should be going slow, easing her into this. I don’t know if we’re even going to have sex tonight. But the memory of her voice pleadingI just wanna get fuckedhas been the soundtrack of every minute of our time together, and I to know if she meant it. I won’t push her. Not far, anyway. Just enough to see if she likes it.
But I have to know.
And then all my hesitations and second guesses are obliterated by the wicked grin that unfurls across her pretty pink lips.
“Oh, you want me to crawl into the back seat of your car, Daniel? I can do that.” She turns, bends over, and literally crawls in, her knees sinking into the soft leather upholstery, her gorgeous ass wiggling seductively. She peeks over her shoulder, her wet curls falling across her face, and purrs, “Did I do it right?”
