I immediately prop up on an elbow. “Seriously?”
Heryessparks through me. Daisy was thinking of me while she was getting off. I’m pretty sure I can die happy now.
I look at the ceiling as I recall that night with new information. “Guess that explains the humming and splashing sounds.”
“Youheardme?” Her jaw goes slack in half amusement, half horror.
“I suppose so,” I say, resting my hand on her hip.I can’t believe I get to put my hand here.
“You let me walk around all week after you’d overheard me masturbating through the bathroom door?”
“In my defense, I didn’t know you were masturbating. Or thinking about me.”
She crushes me with another kiss, and she’s laughing into me—melting into me. My hand slips underneath the hem of her tee, searching for her bra. I cup her left breast and my brain hits a snag because this is all too good. We’re back to wrapped limbs and wet kisses, and I’m sucking on the crook of her neck while she’s gripping my butt. In the organized mess, she lifts my shirt up and over my head. I’ve never been the guy who works out all the time, but Daisy scans my body while her strawberry-pink tongue darts out to wet her lower lip, like I’m all she craves.
I help her shimmy out of her T-shirt, revealing more tattoos—a rabbit perched atop one hip bone, a coyote howling above the other, and a hissing snake at her breastbone. My fingers skim each design as I commit them to memory. They’re miniature pieces of art, just for me. Just for tonight.
She’s draped in front of me in jeans and a semi-sheer bra, so see-through I could trace the outline of her pert nipples. I’ve seen her before in bikinis, and I stole glances that time we went skinny-dipping—images of her naked body are seared into my brain for life—but seeing her partially undressed has my cock pressed so tight against my pants I could come right now. Reminding myself to breathe, one of my hands works its way up Daisy’s lean torso. I take one nipple in my mouth, bra and all, and she lets out a sharp breath.
Daisy writhes next to me, and in a fleeting moment, I tug the undergarment out from between us. Her skin is as smooth as still waters, and her nipples are rock hard. My tongue trails around one, but I barely get a taste before she pushes me into the mattress and perches atop my erection. The pressure is too much, too right. She scooches her hips back and fumbles with my fly to give me some room. Then, Daisy grinds against my crotch, and I let out a guttural groan.
“What do you like?” she asks, pinning me with a hand on each side of my head.
“Whatever you just did.”
Her laugh is a hit of dopamine, and I’m already riding the high of every touch and burning gaze.
“What turns you on? We’re not holding back. So, any certain positions? Kinks? Blindfolds?”
“No blindfolds.” I don’t want a single thing getting between my eyes and Daisy coming undone. “Any position.” I free my hands so my fingers trace a path to her breast again, outlining her pillow-soft curves. “I guess…I like dirty talk, from time to time.”
“Dirty talk?” Her pupils expand, and I can’t tell if she’s surprised or turned on. “Giving or receiving?”
“Both. But only if it feels right. Only if you’ll let me.”
“Mhmm.” She nods, eager. “Yeah, I…that sounds nice.”
“Okay.” I smirk and settle my hands at the dip of her waist. “What about you?”
A wicked smile spreads across her mouth. “Coming.”
“Yeah?” I pull her down to my level, mouth to mouth, and her breasts mold to me. She’s a dream, and that’s what tonight will always be: a dream. I can handle that—I can do just one night.
I’m going to savor every second, though.
She juts her hips forward, sending a jolt of pleasure from my cock to the rest of my body. Electric. Breaking our kiss, Daisy shifts to my left and gropes around near the nightstand, seeking,I presume, a condom. I follow the line of her arm into the drawer and notice an oblong, bright fuchsia object tilted on its side.
“What’s that?”
“Just…it’s my vibrator.”
I lift an eyebrow and reach, needing to hold it myself. “Let me see.”
“It’s nothing,” she says, shutting the drawer.
“C’mon.”
She huffs. “Fine. Go for it.” She shrugs and motions toward the nightstand.
