“You imagined what I’d look like naked?” I teased, backing up, towards the bed.
“Only every time my head hits the pillow.”
My mouth formed a little O and I wondered if he was just saying these things to flatter me or if I really had been the object of his fantasies. No way. Guys like Joel didn’t fantasize. Not when they were propositioned by beautiful women on the daily.
I snapped the waistband of his boxers, needing to regain some control. “You’re still wearing too many clothes, Wheeler.” His high school football teammates used to call him by his last name all the time and a sweet rush of memories stunned me into the realization I was really doing this… preparing to sleep with a guy I’d known more than half my life.
Before I could weigh the possible consequences again, he silenced me with one look, and the reveal of a lifetime. Wow. Just wow. His body was spectacular. And my mouth, which had been dry a few minutes ago, was watering now.
He quirked an eyebrow, looking amused, as I fell back on the king sized, four-poster pine bed. Resting his knee on the mattress between my legs, he forced me to spread. “You look a little surprised, G. Why is that?”
The sexy bastard knew how hot he was. I wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of telling him. “Not surprised, just impatient. Are you auditioning for a job at the Rusty Nail, or what?” I asked, referring to a male strip joint in the city.
He chuckled before crawling over me. “Would you hire me?”
“Maybe,” I said, trying not to sound like a breathless teen about to lose her virginity to the captain of the football team.
“Maybe, huh?” His hands were sliding up my ribs, cupping my breasts, before his mouth joined in on the exploration.
I arched my back when his warm mouth finally fastened on my nipple. I could tell I’d be the master of the silent scream tonight because there was no way my pride would allow me to let loose like a banshee, no matter how skilled Joel was.
And man, was he skilled. He knew exactly how much pressure to apply to make me crazy. Open mouthed kisses, nipping, plucking, swirling, he’d mastered the perfect technique. I didn’t want to think about all the women he’d practiced on, which told me our friends-with-benefits arrangement was already in jeopardy.
I watched him slide down my body, as I closed my eyes in anticipation. His touch sent a shot of heat straight to my core when he spread my legs and positioned his broad shoulders between them. I was clutching the sheets, biting my lip hard enough to draw blood, with the first swipe of his tongue.
I fell into the fantasy that was quickly becoming my reality. I’d always imagined finding a man who could turn me on, pleasure me like this, but I never imagined it would be Joel.
“Yes,” I whispered, feeling my self-control slip away as he worked me over like it was his life’s mission. “Please.” I’d resorted to begging. Who the hell was I?
He moaned at my pleading, causing the vibration from his mouth to coarse through me. Chill bumps broke out all over my body as the tingling sensations spread, alerting me he was too close to finishing me off. I wanted to plead for more time to enjoy this, ask him to back off. But I knew my pleas would fall on deaf ears. He was clearly enjoying this too much… which only made me fall a little harder for this man. Lord help me.
I was trembling now, trying to distract myself with images so far removed from the sensual onslaught he was treating me to. Kittens. Cupcakes. Waterfalls. Nope, no use. I was freefalling, and instead of being there to catch me, Joel sent me hurtling over the edge.
My heart was pounding so hard, I whispered, “You may have to call 9-1-1. I just might stroke out in your bed.”
He laughed, swiping his hand across the back of his mouth just to make me blush. “I’m willing to risk it, if you are?” He winked at me. “It would be a hell of a way to go, don’t you think?”
“I do.” I watched him reach into the nightstand. He retrieved a condom wrapper from what looked to be a half-empty box. Ugh. I hated myself for cursing every one of the women he’d wasted those condoms on.
“What?” he asked, watching me watch him roll it on.
I’d always censored myself with men, weighed my words carefully. What if I said exactly what I was thinking with Joel, would it change anything between us? Since I was still a little buzzed from the most intense orgasm of my life, I opted for the truth.
“Just wondering why you wasted all those condoms when you could have put them to much better use on me.”
His jaw dropped slightly and I wondered if I’d gone too far.
“Would it help you to know I was fantasizing about you every time I rolled one of these babies on?”
Okay, now it was my turn to be shocked. Only I didn’t have time to question him because his eyes locked with mine as he braced his body above me while slowly breaching me.
He sucked in a breath before swearing softly. “Jesus, G. It hasn’t felt like this since… high school.”
Small. Tight. Petite. I’d heard it all before. Given Joel’s size it should have been painful, but since he’d taken his sweet time preparing me, I was totally ready for him.
I wrapped my arms around him, drawing him closer. I could tell he was trying to hold back, be careful with me. And I loved him for it. It reminded me there were still guys that didn’t go charging in like a bull in a china shop.
“It’s okay,” I whispered, in his ear. “I won’t break, I promise.”
