Curiosity piqued, I pull out the toy and examine it. The outside has a velvet-soft touch, and it has a long shaft and bulbous tip. I press a raised button on one end, and the device hums to life.
“It’s got different speeds. You can rotate through with—”
“I’ve used vibrators before.” I situate another pillow behind my head as I familiarize myself with the intensity and vibration patterns. Daisy fidgets, obviously getting impatient.
“Can I use this with you?” I ask.
“You want to?”
I might lose my mind, but I’m willing to risk it.
“I’ll only use it if you want.”
“Sure. I just…” She bites at the wet, thick bottom part of her lip. “With any guys I’ve been with, they seemed kind of threatened by it. I don’t use it with other people.”
“Well then, I guess I’ll be your first.”
Chapter Eighteen
Daisy, Now
Coming. I can’t believethat’swhat I told Max I like in bed. Orgasms haven’t happened for me with every partner, every time, but I should hit the brakes on the horny-girl truth bombs if I want to look anything less than desperate.
“Any particular speed?” he asks while inspecting the bright pink toy in his hand.
“Lightest setting. To start, at least. She’s a powerful one.”
“She?”
“Obviously.” I flash him a winning smile. “Pretty and gets the job done.”
“Makes sense.” He barks a laugh, and it disturbs the butterflies swarming in my stomach. “Well, now it’s time for you to let someone else get the job done. Can you do that for me?”
I nod, my tongue too heavy in my mouth to speak. The thrill humming through me is more than physical desire—it’s the years I wasted ignoring how I felt, the devastation of realizing my feelings too late. That anticipation sparks through my body as Max has one hand on the vibrator while the other rests on my shin. My back arches as he trails his fingertips up my thighs, lighting the fire. I would crawl on my knees down every jagged backroad in Harlow just to know how he feels inside me.
He undoes the fly of my jeans and slides the thick denim down my hips and off my legs. Max grabs a handful of my thigh, then my ass, and I squeal with the heady rush of familiarity. He fingers the edge of my underwear, tracing the lacy edges—and thank god I wore something semi-cute today.
“Your body’s incredible.”
“Thank y—” His warm mouth sucking on my nipple traps the words in my throat. He uses teeth and tongue, teeth and tongue in a rhythm that takes over my senses, like he’s conducting every beat of my heart. Seeking release, I shift my hips to ride his thigh.
He captures my other breast, and I rub against him again. His lips work my body in a way that’s inquisitive yet self-assured. He kisses a line to my waist, and he pauses.
“You still have it.” He presses a finger against my rib cage.
Max inked that miniscule flower on my side junior year. What better way to put his artistic skills to use than on a tattoo I wasn’t legally allowed to get yet? I sometimes forget about it because of the position, but it’s my favorite.
I admire the California poppy on my skin. “Surprised you noticed.”
“I notice everything about you.”
He grinds his thigh against my center, sending a current through me. Then, with an electricbzz, our focus goes back to the pink vibrator in his hand. He brushes the toy over onenipple, and my body tenses with pleasure. Max wields it like a magic wand, and the buzzing coasts down and down until the silicone skates over my underwear. The touch is delicate but enough to make my skin prickle with need.
“You’re still wearing too much. This.” Max hooks a finger around my panties and gives a gentle tug. “Off. Now.”
After I work the piece of fabric down my legs, Max hisses with a sharp inhale. His attentive gaze makes me squirm. As much as I want to embody a carefree sex goddess, my jittery nerves tell a different story. I don’t just want to sleep with him—I want it to be good. I wanthimto think it’s good.
“What, um, what do you want to do to me?” I embrace my inner sex kitten as best I can, dipping my toe into dirty talk. I worry he’ll think I’m pathetic, but he looks at me with dark, dilated pupils.
