The flames in them feed me.
The spark leads me on.
There are too many reasons why this is a bad idea. My breakup is too fresh. His hurts run too deep. We work together. I’m friends with his sister. I can’t risk the wedding, or my sister’s brand deal, or anything.
I shouldn’t cross another line. I know—and I ought to know better than anyone that nowisa time for overthinking—but no one has ever looked at my mouth like that.
I’m so tired of thinking. I’d ratherdo. “I guess we should try the real lipstick test.”
27
THE SIXTH LESSON OF NAP DATES
REMY
He groans, tossing his head back briefly. It’s enough of a pause for me to do something else daring. I drop to my knees. When he lowers his gaze, his eyes flare.
“Remy,” he warns. But he sets a hand on my shoulder, asking, “You sure?”
I lick my lips first, the tip of my tongue sliding across them. “Do I look unsure?” I counter as I shrug my right shoulder, shaking the sweatshirt fabric down farther, exposing my collarbone.
And his weakness. He lets out another groan. This one is more resigned.
“No,” he says, the sound of a man giving in. “You don’t look a damn bit unsure.”
I slide my hands up his legs, along his thick thighs, toward the zipper.
His right hand curls around my shoulder, the left running gently through my hair as my fingers reach for the button. I undo the button and Lake closes his eyes, like this is all too much. Good. I want him to be overwhelmed. He’soverwhelmed me in the best of ways. It’s my turn to show him I’m not just a taker.
That I can give.
I slide down the zipper. A naughty grin tugs at my lips as I think of him last night zipping up my dress, and now I’m doing the opposite.
When it’s undone I push the fabric of his tailored slacks open, exposing tight black boxer briefs that leave little to the imagination. Lake’s hard-on strains against the material, an ambitious erection that’s making all its wishes known. The best part? The wet spot at the top of the cotton.
A wild pulse beats between my thighs as I stare at that revealing little spot. The evidence I need. I nibble on the corner of my lips, then peel his briefs down.
His cock says,It’s really fucking good to see you. Long, thick, hard, with more liquid arousal beading at the tip. A spark slides down my chest, a hot pulse that finds its way between my thighs. I clench them, my whole body melting. Hell, my mind is on fire as I wrap my hand around the base.
The skin is soft, his cock is hard, and I’m riding a roller coaster of thrills.
Lake seems to be too, since he grunts out a rough and dirty, “Fuck yes.”
From that. Just that. My hand on his dick.
Ha. I can do better than that. I dip my face, dart out my tongue, and lick the drop, savoring it.
I moan at the taste—salty, musky, masculine. And clean.
“Yessss,” he says, sounding a little lost already, and I’ve barely tasted him. But I want to make him feel as incredible right now as he’s made me feel these last few weeks. Squeezing the base, I drag my tongue around the crown, licking the head, then playfully sucking it past my lips.
I drag the tip into my mouth. Just the tip though as I take my sweet time, making sure he’s watching me, making surehe’s losing his mind as I execute the true trial for this red lipstick.
“How’s it holding up? The color?” I ask ever so innocently, then wrap my lips around the tip of his dick again.
“Not sure yet. Better try a little harder.”
“Harder, you say?” I ask, letting him fall from my lips. And since I want to ace this test, I drag my hand up his length, keeping the pressure on as I watch him.
