All that is part of tonight. But with the electric chemistry between us, there is mostly a low sexual hum in the air. A vibration between us that crackles and sparks, and we both know it’s about to combust the second we reach my front door.
Because there is permission.
In some ways, I feel foolish that we were so cautious. But in other ways, I don’t feel foolish for having played it—mostly—safe. We were able to get to know each other. We were able to talk and to chat. Sure, we skirted the line in his car, and we toyed with it again on the phone. But as we reach my porch, I know it’s different now than the last time we were here, and that difference makes me feel good about this choice. I unlock the green front door to my home and stumble inside with Drew Erickson. His hands are on my waist, his lips are on my shoulders, and the man hasn’t been able to keep his paws off me since . . . well, since this date started two hours ago.
Now, we both know what’s coming next.
Us.
The door snaps shut.
“Wanted this for so long,” he says, his voice smoky in my ear as he smothers my neck in kisses, his touch making the world around me glow. This is the definition of swooning. This is the meaning of weak in the knees. Look it up. It’s what he’s doing to me. My neck is his playground, and he covers it in caresses, gentle kisses, then hungrier nips. I never would have pegged him as a man so keen on kissing. But then, Drew Erickson has been surprising me from day one, when he bonked his head on a surfboard.
My stomach flips as he presses his lips to the hollow of my throat, then backs me up to my couch. I sink down on it, and he follows me, his big body pressed against mine.
Holy smokes.
He feels spectacular covering me like this even though we’re still clothed. I can only imagine what it will be like to be skin to skin with this man. My mind is a haze of lust and desire as his lips travel down my chest, and he tugs on my silky tank top. I sit up, pulling it off, then he works open my bra.
He groans when my breasts are free. “You’ve been hiding these beauties from me,” he says appreciatively as he cups them, playing with my flesh, pinching my nipples.
My hips buck up when he does that, and a burst of pleasure races straight to my core. “No more hide and seek now,” I say.
His eyes are wild with naughtiness as he kisses and sucks. He bites down, driving me wild, turning me on even more, and I’m already well past broiling. Then I reconsider my assessment when he takes off my skirt and yanks off my panties. I’m on fire as he drags one finger down my wet center.
“Oh God,” I moan.
“So slick and wet on my hand. I want to taste all this sweetness on my tongue.” He pulls my hips to the edge of my couch, kneels down, and spreads my legs wide. His gaze drifts to mine, as he growls, “I’ve gotten off to this image so many times. Now, I want you to come on my face.”
He doesn’t need to tell me that twice. Because the second he buries his face between my legs, I don’t want to do anything else but chase an orgasm.
He licks a delicious line up my center, and I wriggle closer. Sparks ignite in my veins, and my skin sizzles with every lick, every touch, every kiss of my clit. He moans and murmurs as he goes down on me, and his sounds send me soaring. My body hums with desire, and I swear pleasure has camped out in every single molecule in my body. It’s all I feel. It’s all I am, as Drew laps me up, and the intensity builds with every consuming touch. Pressing his hands on my thighs, he spreads my legs wider, then drapes them over his shoulders.
My hands shoot into his hair, gripping the strands harder, tugging him even closer still. My belly tightens, and I near the edge. My noises grow louder, filling the air as I moan and groan his name.
Then, I’m panting and saying oh God, oh God, oh God, over and over as I rock my hips into his face, curl my hands tight around his head, and soar into the sky from the pleasure. I come undone on his lips in a wild frenzy.
He pulls away and tugs off his shirt, as I blink open my eyes. What a lucky lady I am. The man undressing in front of me has a body to die for. No surprise there, but then I’d never take this kind of masculine beauty for granted. I could enjoy the view all day long.
“God, you’re so fucking beautiful,” I say.
“Why thank you. You’re pretty fucking bodacious yourself.”
I crack up. “Bodacious? I haven’t heard that word in ages.”
“I haven’t used it in ages. Or ever. But it fits you.”
I sit up and reach for his jeans, unbuttoning, then unzipping, and soon I’ve stripped this gorgeous man down to nothing. I’ve seen him close enough to nude before—shirtless on the beach, and bottomless in his car. But right now, he’s wearing nothing and the look suits him. I gasp. I can’t help myself. He’s so stunning. His body is unreal, and I get to play with it, use it, have it, taste it.
I grasp his hips, raise my face, and say, “I want you to fuck me now.”
His eyes darken. “That’s exactly what I’m going to do.”
He reaches for a condom from his wallet and rolls it on, as I lie down on the couch. I open my legs for him, but he shakes his head.
“Maybe I misunderstood, but I thought this was where you wanted to be?”
He laughs as he parks himself on the couch, and pats his legs. “Get on me. I want you to ride me. And I want to play with your tits at the same time.”
His game plan sounds good to me.
I straddle him and he grasps my hips, positioning me over his cock. I rub the head against my wetness, and he draws a sharp breath, his mouth falling open. “Fuck, I want to be inside you so bad.”