I lathered my skin with the lavender-mint bodywash I’d splurged on during my last trip to the mall in Miami, and let the sensory experience transport me. I felt light and free, almost reverent as I stood there under the spray of water. The anticipation of my evening with Shaw was almost as good as the event itself.
Soon I stepped out of the shower, towel-dried my skin, and applied a light layer of sesame lotion. Then I drew a pair of high-waisted white panties up my legs and dressed in an oversized T-shirt and my favorite yoga pants.
Lacy lingerie would have been wasted on Shaw. He generally made quick work of stripping me down, and unless I insisted, I doubted he’d even remove half of his own clothes.
Good thing I insisted. He had an incredible body. Plus, fucking the daylights out of someone still wearing a T-shirt and his jeans down to his knees just wasn’t intimate enough for me.
I freed my hair from its bun and was combing the tangles out when I heard his soft knock at my door. Three subtle taps—all in quick succession. He was early.
My heart kicked up speed. I rounded the bed and nearly skipped over to the front door. That was one positive of living in a tiny studio—everything from my bedroom to my living space to my kitchenette was within three steps.
Just as I made it to the door, it opened. Shaw knew I never kept it locked. The by-product of growing up on a tiny island was that you always felt safe and rarely locked your doors.
He stood before me looking sullen and intense. Handsome, chiseled features. Defined jaw. Pouty lips. His hair was the perfect cross between dark sandy blond in the sunlight and medium brown in the dark of night, and today his eyes were a brilliant green.
“It’s almost like you were waiting for me.” He treated me to a rare devilish grin.
The ass. Of course I was waiting for him. I gave his chest a playful shove, but rather than it pushing him away, he stepped closer, crossing the threshold to invade my space. And my heart kicked up speed again in anticipation.
He was my drug. Bold. Intoxicating. Addictive.
“How was your day?” I asked, trying to keep things light.
He gave me a panty-melting grin, and that was when I knew there wouldn’t be any pleasantries tonight. I guess I wasn’t surprised. He’d tried to fuck me in his office a couple of days ago, totally taking me by surprise. He must be particularly wound up.
“My day was fine, Sunshine. Now, come here.”
He offered me his hand, and I took it. Sliding his grasp around my wrist, he tugged me close so I was right up flush against his chest. I wondered if he could feel the pounding rhythm of my heart. His own heartbeat was steady and calm.
“You teased me the other day,” he said, trailing one fingertip down the side of my cheek. “Wearing that little sundress. I wanted to hike it up your thighs and watch you ride my face.”
I shivered in his arms. “If you expect me to say sorry, I’m not.”
He chuckled darkly. “As long as you understand I’m going to make up for it tonight.”
I nodded, keeping my eyes on his. I loved this part of my week. For these few hours, I mattered to someone. I was a desirable creature that drove an amazing man to near madness with his want for me. The feeling was potent, especially since the rest of my life was a dull, meaningless combination of work and family obligations. I lived for that dark, hungry look in his eyes.
He was looking at my lips, my breasts, my skin like he wanted to devour them. He was hungry—starved inside—for love and affection and sex. And he was looking at me like only I could give them to him. Gladly, my dear sweet, lost man.
“Then you’d better strip out of those tight little yoga pants so I can taste you,” he murmured, his lips brushing my neck.
I took a step back, and Shaw moved to sit down on the edge of my bed to watch the show.
First I drew my T-shirt up over my head and dropped it to the floor at my feet. His eyes followed my movements, zeroing in on my bare breasts, making me feel bold and desirable. Then I pushed my hands into the sides of my pants and shoved them down my hips.
“Slow,” he warned. “And turn around.”
I swallowed and turned so my back was to him. Then I bent forward at the hips and simultaneously shoved my pants and panties down to my ankles in an erotic strip tease. I heard a hiss of breath behind me.
“Fuck. Look at that pretty cunt shaved bare just for me,” he grunted.
A rush of heat raced over my skin. I sure as hell never knew this side to my childhood friend, Shaw, never knew he had an absolutely filthy mouth. But I fucking loved it. Yes, I had showered and shaved for him, making sure every inch of me was ready for his erotic appraisal.
“That’s a beautiful sight, right there.”
Feeling bold, I gave my backside a little wiggle and then began to rise slowly.
“Spread your ass apart for me, beautiful.”
Say what now? My face flamed, but he must have known by now that I’d never directly refuse a request. I placed my hands on either cheek and showed him what he wanted to see. My perverted bastard.
A low groan rang out behind me.
I turned finally and faced him. “See something that you liked?”
“You know I did. That tight pussy and ass are both begging to be filled by me tonight.”
A coil of delicious heat swirled low in my belly. That was something we’d never done before.
“But first,” he curled his finger and motioned for me to come near, “I’m ready for that taste.”
He stretched back on my bed and positioned me over him. Before I had a chance to process what was happening, I was sitting on top of his face. And that’s just how things worked with Shaw. No tender kisses on the mouth. No sweet words or longing glances. This man dived straight into the action.