“You are.” I leaned toward her, and she leaned back in her seat. “You put on this nice girl act, but you’re just as cold-hearted and cruel. Eating men for breakfast and spitting them out on the side of the road, en route to your next conquest—”
“Hardly!”
“No? You sticking to this nice girl story of yours?” I smoothed her hair off her neck with my knuckles and she shivered.
“I never said I was a nice girl,” she said softly. “You did.”
“That’s true. You never did.” Then I kissed her. Long and deep, and her arms went around my neck. My dick, which was now pressed up against the side of my chair, throbbed. There was way too much furniture between us.
“Um… how’s your penis doing today?” she asked when she broke away for air. There was no hiding the note of arousal and desperation in her voice.
It was my turn to laugh at her—just a little chuckle. “I don’t know. Why don’t you find out?”
Lucky for me, she was onboard with that idea.
She slid off her chair to her knees on the deck and gently nudged my thighs apart as I sat back. Then she pulled at the waistband on my underwear, stretching it down to get at my dick. My incredibly hard dick.
“If you’re down there just so you can get another look at the tattoo…”
“I’m not.” She smiled up at me and bit her lip a little, her pupils dilating. “I’m down here for this.” She licked her lip, then leaned in and swallowed my cockhead… and my brain went blank.
What the fuck were we talking about?
Who cared…
I groaned with pleasure. Then she released my dick with a little pop and looked toward the wall of windows into Dylan’s house. “Um… no one’s gonna see this, are they?”
“No,” I assured her. Dylan and Amber were on the other side of the globe, and the housekeeper wasn’t coming today; she only came once a week to take care of the plants while they were away. “But it’s pretty adorable how shy you are. You do remember I got you off in a bar, right? And just so you know, that kind of shit is gonna happen all the time if you keep hanging with me.”
Her eyes sparkled with mischief and lust as she gazed up at me. “Promise?”
“Uh-huh…” I nodded stupidly as she sucked the head of my cock back into her sweet mouth. Then she sucked me deep, and I groaned again.
“Fuuuck. That’s good. But…Nope. I need to fuck you.”
I pulled my dick out of her mouth and tucked it back in my underwear as she gasped in protest. I had no problem with fucking her right on this deck in broad daylight, but there was really nowhere all that comfortable to do it. I didn’t particularly care about that, either, except that if this was the first time we were gonna fuck, I wanted it to be good for her. I wantedherto be comfortable.
You know, so she’d come back for more.
I pulled her to her feet and kissed her, then tugged her toward the house, grabbing my shorts as I went.
Maybe the second time around, we’d do it on the deck floor… or up against the railing… or on the side of the pool…
The day was young.
Chapter Thirty
Ash
When I led her into Dylan’s kitchen, Danica didn’t say anything. She didn’t protest. Apparently, she trusted me enough not to ask where the hell we were going or to politely request that we didn’t fuck in Dylan and Amber’s bed.
I wasn’t taking her to their bed.
I wasn’t taking her to any of their guest beds, either.
Frankly, I’d had sex in all those beds—with Amber—and none of those places felt like the right place to be fucking Danica for the first time. Because frankly, Danica was special. The more time I spent with her, the more I knew that to be true.
I’d never had sex, though, in the basement.
