I put my free arm above my head and twirl it around.
Ardan grins. “Humiliating myself is worth it to see you having a good time. I wasn’t sure if you’d enjoy yourself.” He pauses. “I can’t remember the last time I took a woman on a date, so fuck if I wasn’t unsure about the whole thing.”
“I am having a good time,” I say, looking over at him. He can’t remember the last time he had a date? Well, neither can I. I’m glad he took me somewhere a little different—it shows that he put some thought into it, which I definitely can appreciate. “Thank you for bringing me here.”
He pulls me to a stop and places his hands on my hips, drawing me closer.
“What do you want?” I ask playfully as he lowers his lips to mine.
“Just a taste,” he says, eyes on my mouth.
“A taste of what’s to come?”
He smiles.
Cupping the back of my neck with one hand, he kisses me deeply, his tongue tasting mine. He moans—or was that me? This kiss is unlike any I’ve ever experienced. It’s more than just possessive; it’s hungry. I can actually feel the want radiating from him. The need. I can taste it in his kiss, in the way he holds me.
When he pulls away, I’m left weak in the knees. I have to cling to him for support.
It’s in this moment that I decide without a doubt I want to be with this man, to see where it leads us. I don’t want to let Darren stop me. My past shouldn’t have control over my future.
“Now that’s a kiss,” I breathe, licking my lips. “Can we go home now?”
He chuckles. “After I learn how to fuckin’ ice-skate.”
“We’ll be here all night, then,” I grumble, but I can’t wipe the smile off my face.
“Don’t worry,” he says, moving along the ice with my hand in his. “I’m a fast learner.”
We leave in two hours.
He kisses along my jawline, and then down my neck.
“You know you don’t have to do this if you’re not ready,” he murmurs, biting down gently on my earlobe.
“Why do I think that’s the first time you’ve ever said that to a woman?” I tease, closing my eyes and enjoying his lips against my skin.
“Because it is,” he says, and I feel him smile against my neck.
“I want you,” I whisper. “Now’s not the time to be a gentleman, Ardan.”
He lifts his head at that, then kisses my mouth while pushing down the straps of my tank top, along with my bra straps. I sit up enough so I can reach behind me to undo my bra. He pulls it off for me, throwing it aside, then pulls down my top to my waist, baring my breasts and stomach to him.
“Fuck,” he grits out, cupping my breasts with his hands and squeezing gently. “You’re beautiful everywhere.”
I look down at my boobs, which are currently completely covered by his hands, because there isn’t much there in the first place.
“You haven’t even seen everywhere,” I say, undoing my jeans and struggling out of them. Ardan helps, then studies my red lace panties before taking those off too.
“Perfect,” he murmurs, spreading my thighs and flashing me a playful look before kissing my inner thighs, one and then the other. “You smell so good.”
I lie back on the pillow but keep my gaze locked on him as he slowly explores my body. He slides one finger inside me, then drags it to my clit, gently rubbing there. It feels amazing, as if he already knows just how I like it, as if we’ve done this a million times before. It feels that right.
He then removes his finger and puts his mouth on me, his tongue expertly licking me.
I’m not going to last long.
He reaches his hand up to play with one of my nipples while his mouth works its magic, now concentrating on my clit in soft, slow circles.
“Ardan,” I say in a sigh, arching my back a little as I get closer.
He ignores me.
I run my fingers over his scalp, gently tugging on his hair.
“I’m going to come,” I warn.
He starts licking faster.
I fall apart.
“Oh my god, don’t stop!” I plead as it hits, waves sweeping over me. My thighs tremble, and I grip his hair harder than I mean to, the pleasure too much yet not enough at the same time. When he’s wrung every last spasm out of me, he lifts his head, licking his lips and looking smug.
My lips kick up on one side. “Yeah, you did well.”
“Just getting started, darlin’,” he says, sitting up on his knees and undoing his belt.
“Let me do that,” I say, rising and taking it off, then unbuttoning his jeans and lowering the zipper. He does the rest of the work, standing up and peeling off everything. I peruse his body slowly, from head to toe and back again.
“Biker with no tats?” I tease, my eyes on his perfectly muscled body.
He grins wolfishly and turns around.
“Fuck,” I mutter, taking in the giant dragon on his back. And that isn’t the only tattoo he has—no, his entire back is covered from top to bottom, stopping just above his very attractive ass.
“You’re so sexy,” I blurt out, watching as he turns back around and stalks toward me, his eyes darker than ever. Unable to help myself, I glance down at his huge cock, hard and jutting out, more than ready for me.
“Well, hello there,” I mutter, glancing up at him to see amusement flashing in his eyes.
I lie back as he moves on top of me, not putting his weight on me, but his proximity is intoxicating even so.