She stepped out into the main shop and Big Dick got into position.When she stepped back into the kitchen, he banded an arm around her waist and trapped her between his body and the wall.
“What are you doing?”she asked.
“Testing a theory.”
“I don’t know why you’re here, George, but you need to let me go.”The last word faded on her lips as he cupped her cheek.
“You know, I can’t stop thinking about that kiss you planted on my lips back at the bar,” he said.
“That was a dare.”
“Yeah, well, now I can’t stop thinking about it, so how about I make it even, and I kiss you and see if it is as good as that time at the bar?”
She frowned but he didn’t give her a chance to question him, as he took full possession of her lips.He wasn’t gentle either, he was hungry.Starving for her, all her.
He teased his tongue across her lip, and she let out a gasp, and he took full and complete advantage by sliding his tongue into her mouth, tasting her.She tasted like coffee and cinnamon.A heavenly combination.Combined with her lemony scent, he felt the instant pull of warmth to his dick.He wanted her so badly.
This was dangerous.
Pulling away from the kiss, he stared into her eyes.They were deep pools of longing and conflict.He saw how confused she was, and he kissed her again.
“Fuck me,” he said.“It wasn’t just the bar.”
“What?”
“You’re a fucking good kisser.”And he took possession of her lips again.This was not about the bet.Big Dick just couldn’t help himself.He always tried to avoid kissing women.Most of the time, he didn’t like the slathering all over him, and he couldn’t stand them being near him.Now, it felt so good.
Larissa was not just any other woman.She was Larissa.A woman that had barely been kissed as far as he knew.
“How many men have you kissed like this?”he asked.
“None.”
“Not even Andrew?”he asked.
“Only on the cheek.”
Of course it would only be on the cheek.Larissa was a good girl.
Putting his hand at her waist, he stared into her eyes as he slowly ran his hands down her side, teasing at the knee where the hem of the dress fell.
“You were curious yesterday,” he said.
“It’s not my place—”
“You know there is nothing wrong with being aroused with what you saw,” he said.“It can feel good to just let go, when you’re with the right person, and they know exactly what buttons to press and how to make it feel good.”
Again, this wasn’t about the bet.This was just a need that consumed him.He wanted to touch every inch of her body, to have her screaming and begging for more.Little Larissa Adams, the sweet girl, who he could explore her dirty side with.It would mean he would win the bet, and get a taste of her.
He hated to admit it, but he’d been trapped by Larissa too many times.She had gotten under his skin by doing absolutely nothing, and it had made him fall.He hadn’t been with a woman in so fucking long, because, to put it bluntly, he couldn’t.He was a man used to using his dick whenever he felt like it.He had earned the reputation for being a Big Dick and having one.It was a title he was so damn proud of.
And yet, since Larissa had started to fucking work for them at the clubhouse, and everywhere he turned she was there, he hadn’t been able to stop thinking about her.This is what no one else knew.How he would be drawn to her.He would check to see if any of the guys would even notice, but he did.Every time she entered a room, he would notice her.
All women paled in comparison.And he fucking hated it.
The best way to get over this little obsession was to finally work it out.No one needed to know.He’d figure shit out with Carlos when he won that bet.
He stroked a finger beneath her skirt and stared into her eyes.If she showed any signs of fear, or of him not wanting to touch her, he’d step back.He’d give her space.Her cheeks were flushed, and he knew not all of it was because of the baking.
