After cleaning up, I head back into my room to see she’s pulled the sheet up to cover her luscious body. Grabbing the bottom of it, I yank it down, making her squeak.
“Don’t cover up around me, angel. If you’re in my bed, I want to see every inch of your body.” I jump onto the bed, making her tits bounce. My dick takes notice, and I look down at it, then back to her face, where amusement is dancing in her eyes.
“You make my recovery period nonexistent.”
Tori snorts, then slaps her hand over her mouth. “Can we pretend I didn’t just do that?”
I pull her hand down, grinning as I lean in and kiss her. “Nope.” I try to give her some space, stretching out beside her on the bed, but what can I say, my love language is touch. My hand drifts out and starts to draw circles over the soft, rounded curve of her stomach. “Will you tell me more about your writing?” It strikes me in this moment, she’s the first woman I’ve ever had sex with here, in my apartment. That fact is unnerving, but not nearly as much as I expected it would be.
“What do you want to know?” There’s some trepidation in her voice, making me wonder if she thinks I’m going to judge her or something, but my mama didn’t raise no fool.
“Have you always wanted to be a writer? Did you always want to write romance?”
Something akin to relief flashes over her face, confirming my earlier thought. I’m betting someone, maybe more than one, has given her a hard time for her career choice.
“Yes and yes. I’ve been writing stories since I was a child, even went so far as to get my degree in creative writing. And as for romance, I guess you could say I’m a sucker for a happy ending.”
Warning bells are sounding off in my head, but like an idiot, I ignore them and just lean in to kiss her again. I can’t seem to stop wanting to kiss her.
“And the dirty stuff?” I sense her tense under my lips, but just kiss her again, trailing down the column of her throat until I feel her relax. “Is there anything you’ve written about that you’ve wanted to try in real life?”
Shifting slightly, my mouth closes over one of her nipples and I suck it gently, releasing it with a pop as I wait for her to answer.
“I mean, sure.” She sounds breathless, so I lift my head up to check, and her eyes are closed, her head tipped back slightly on my pillow. I lower my head back down and lick a circle around her other nipple. Her hands come up and grip my hair tightly, pulling me so I’m half sprawled over top of her. “Sawyer,” she murmurs, her body twisting on the sheets.
“Does my dirty angel have a list?” I mumble against the pillow of her breast. Her fingers tighten their grip, and that’s all the answer I need. But she confirms it with a sound that has my cock fully ready for round two. “Will you show me that list?” I lift myself up onto my elbow, my free hand gently squeezing her tits.
“I don’t exactly have it written down,” she replies, the words sounding breathless. “And don’t ask me to remember everything on it while you’re doingthat.”
I grin. I’m a boob man, which means the way Tori gets turned on by me playing with hers is fucking hot. But I’m still intrigued by this list. I want to be the one to help her carry out the things on her list.
“I like lists.” Bending down, I suck her nipple into my mouth again. “I like checking things off them.” I give the same attention to the other one. “Maybe we should check something off your list.”
Her hands come to my chest, and I feel her push against me. I let her move me until I’m on my back and she’s swinging a leg over me.
“You want to do something from my list?” she asks, seduction heavy in her voice. I nod, trying not to seem like an overeager fool. But I’m a sucker for a woman taking charge every now and then. I see that hesitation in her eyes and run my hands up her thighs, around to her ass, and squeeze.
“I want anything you’re willing to give me, angel.” She bites her lip, and my thumb lifts to tug it out. “Tell me what you want.”
She leans down, her hands coming to the pillow on either side of my head. Her naked pussy rubs along my dick that’s growing harder by the second. I have no idea what she’s going to say, but I’m here for it. All of it. Then she whispers, “I want to sit on your face while you eat my pussy.”
Fuck. Yes.
Chapter fourteen
Tori
Does it make me a terrible mom to resent the fact that I have to pick up my kid, and that means I can’t have more filthy, hot sex?
If it does, well, so be it.
“I have to go, Sawyer.” I hold back my giggle at the pout on his face. He really is stupid-level handsome. “I can’t justnotpick my kid up from school.”
“That’s not what I said, angel. I said, you need a backup plan for when you can’t make it there in time. I mean, first it was work, now it’s…” he trails off, a wicked glint coming to those deep brown eyes. “Research.”
This time my laugh breaks free. “Research? Really?”
He nods, a solemn look coming over his face. “Yes. Clearly what we just did is excellent inspiration for your next bestseller.”
