“You really don’t have to, Tarzan. I get it. If you wanted to, you would. But you didn’t.”
“It’s not that simple.”
“Of course it’s that simple—”
Tarzan cupped my cheek in his palm and kissed me so hard that it took my breath away. I could taste the need in the greedy sweep of his tongue and the sharp, hungry pinch of his teeth on my lower lip.
I gasped, stunned for a moment. Then I kissed him back, twisting my fingers into his T-shirt. He grabbed my hips, pulling me onto his lap as if I weighed nothing at all. My dress rucked up around my thighs, almost exposing my panties.
Tarzan curved his hands over my hips and slid lower, squeezing my ass. I whimpered, grinding against him, driven by that rapidly hardening bulge in his sweatpants.
“This,” he said, breathless, barely breaking away to speak. He fisted his hand in my hair, pressing his forehead to mine. “Thisis why I didn’t fucking call you.”
I smoothed my hands up his arms, mapping muscles and ink. Down his chest. Gliding under the hem of his T-shirt. My fingers wandered over the softness of his stomach, up the firm planes of his pecs.
“This isexactlywhy you should have called me,” I protested.
“It’s too fast, sweetheart,” he said. “For both of us.”
“Then stop touching me,” I challenged. “Stop kissing me. Slow things down.”
Tarzan’s pupils darkened. He peeled the hem of my dress up, slotting his hand between my thighs. I smirked with victory until he traced a fingertip over my cloth-covered clit and my eyes threatened to roll back in my head.
“What do you want, Keely?” Tarzan murmured into the curve of my neck.
My brain turned sluggish and hazy with arousal. All I could think about was how good it felt to have his hands on me like this. I looped my arms around his neck, my pebbled nipples scraping against his chest. The few thin layers of clothing thatseparated us were infuriating when I craved the delirious heat of skin-to-skin.
“We’re doing exactly what I want.” I rolled my hips against his hard-on. “And I’d say we’re doing exactly what you want, too.”
“That’s not what I meant.”
Tarzan released his grip on my hair and cradled the back of my neck, mouthing at my jawline.
“Is this a rebound? A hookup to blow off steam? Tell me.”
I took a breath to speak, then broke off when he pulled my panties to the side, sinking a thick finger into my pussy easily. I whimpered, grinding for more friction. My fingernails dug into the meat of Tarzan’s biceps as my whole body trembled from head to toe with desire.
What do you want, Keely?
I knew what I wanted.
But saying it—especially when I haven’t even been on a first date with Tarzan yet—was nerve racking. For the past few days, I’d grappled with the fear that I probably scared off the guy I liked by trying too hard, being too much, wanting too whole-heartedly.
Chewing my lower lip, I planted a hand on Tarzan’s chest and looked into his eyes. He added a second finger, stretching me open so perfectly. He pressed the heel of his palm to my clit, coaxing molten pleasure to slide through my veins and coil my muscles tight.
“Tell me,” he repeated, more quietly this time. Coaxing the truth out of me the same way that he coaxed my orgasm higher.
Gripping the back of Tarzan’s neck to steady myself, I pulled him close, clenching around his fingers.
“I want forever,” I breathed, trembling. “I want happily ever after. I want a love that lasts a lifetime.”
Tarzan swore under his breath, gripping the flesh of my hip. Sliding the strap of my bra and my dress aside, he kissed my bare shoulder. Goosebumps rippled down my spine as I arched into him.
Then he twisted, laying me out on the bed beneath him. Tugging my panties off, he spread my thighs wide open. The next thing I knew, he had guided my legs over his shoulder, sealing his mouth to my clit.
“Holy shit,” I rasped, rocking my hips back and forth on his hot, wet tongue. Mindlessly, I grabbed for his hair, burying my fingers in his silky locks. It was already coming loose, spilling around his face in long waves. “Yes, yes, yes,don’t stop—”
Tarzan clamped his hands around my thighs, holding me open mercilessly as he sucked hard. Stars burst across my vision. My world narrowed to the slick heat of his mouth, the scratchy burn of his stubble, and the pleasure coursing through me at a million miles an hour.
