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Mmm… he tastes sweet, a mix of chocolate and whiskey, along with the enticing smell of his cologne, a blend that goes straight to my head and fires up all my nerve endings. I lift my arms around his neck and touch my tongue to his bottom lip, and when he obediently opens his mouth, I plunge my tongue into his mouth.
“Mmm,” he murmurs with an approving growl deep in his throat. Taking me by the hips, he turns me and pushes me up against the fridge with enough force to make all the bottles inside it rattle. Unapologetically, he kisses me, until I’m breathless, and my knees are trembling, and I can’t think about anything else except the touch of his lips on mine.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Orson
Fuck.
I’d promised myself I’d go slow. That I wouldn’t try to pressure her to stay. That I’d let her go at her own pace.
Well, it looks as if she’s doing that; it’s just that her pace is a lot faster than I imagined.
Heat sears through me, and I’m hard in seconds. Briefly, I debate whether I should slow this down, move back, insist on a drink, tell her she doesn’t have to do this. But somehow, I don’t think she’s faking it to impress me. She’s sliding her fingers through my hair, and when I move my hand up her ribs, she arches her back to push her breast into it. I brush a thumb over the nipple, then tug it gently, and she gives such a sexy moan that I nearly come on the spot.
“Bed,” I tell her firmly, moving back. “Now.”
She resists though, pulling me back toward her. “Here,” she says, linking her arms around my neck.
My eyebrows shoot up. “In the kitchen?”
“Yeah.” Her eyes sparkle. “Please.”
She wants to try it somewhere else other than the bed. Well, I’m not going to argue with her. “I’ll fuck you anywhere you want,” I murmur back with feeling before thinking maybe that was a bit ungentlemanly, but she just laughs and crushes her lips to mine again.
Oh man… I hadn’t expected this. She was so reluctant to come to the party, and she’s so resistant to the idea of a relationship, that I assumed she was just curious about the club, and afterward she’d want to go straight home. I know we had a good night together at my apartment, but I didn’t think she was interested in anything more.
It looks as if I was wrong.
Of course it doesn’t mean anything. Girls like sex as much as guys, and she’s new to it, and probably curious. Once she’s gotten what she wants, it’s likely she’ll be distant again.
Right now, though, I’m not going to worry about it. She’s in my arms, and all I can do is try to show her how I feel about her, and make sure she enjoys herself.
With that in mind, I turn her and push her up against the kitchen counter, still kissing her, while I slide my hands beneath her dress. She’s wearing her bikini beneath it, and I find the elastic of the bottoms and tug them down her legs. She steps out of them, and I toss them away, then drop to my knees in front of her.
“Orson… oh!” She gasps as I lift her leg over my shoulder, and then I lean forward and slide my tongue into the heart of her. “Oh my God…” She moans and grips hold of the counter, tipping back her head.
She’s bare, soft, and silky smooth, and I groan as the pure, natural scent and taste of a woman fills my mouth, slightly salty, slightly sweet, and creamy, which makes my erection strain against my shorts. I bring up a hand and stroke my thumb lightly down the center of her, then when I reach her entrance, ease it into her, just a little way, to collect her moisture. I use my thumb to brush it across her skin and spread it over her clit, before finally lowering my mouth to it.
She slides a hand into my hair as I circle my tongue over the tiny button, and her fingers tighten as I keep up the rhythm. I lick and suck, and tease the rest of her with my fingers, enjoying every second of being so intimate with her. I love the way she moves her hips to match the movement of my tongue and fingers, and eventually how she slips her hand to the back of my head and pulls my head closer. Oh yeah, baby, fuck my face, that turns me on so much… I groan and suck harder, and she gives such a sexy moan that I can’t bear it any longer.
I pull away and push up to my feet, and she trembles and says, “Oh God… I was so close…”
“I know. I need to be inside you when you come.” I go to slide my hand into my trousers, then realize I’m in my swim shorts. “Damn, I don’t have my wallet. Hold on, I’ll just get a condom.”
She catches my arm. “My doctor put me on the pill a few years ago because I had heavy periods. If you want to… um… you can leave it.”
I hesitate. I’ve never had sex without a condom. My father drilled that into me when I was young, and now Iunderstand why.
Her face flushes. “I’m sorry, that was probably inappropriate. I know it’s best to think about STDs…”
“It’s not that,” I say hastily. “I’m clean, and you obviously are. It’s just… my dad told me tonight that my mother got pregnant on purpose. She told him she was on the pill, and she lied.”
Her eyes widen and her jaw drops. “Oh shit! Really?”
“Yeah. He said she suspected he’d do the right thing and marry her.”
We study each other for a moment. My brain is working furiously, trying to tell me I’d be stupid to fall for the same trick, and my father warned me for a reason. But all I can think is how much I’d love to be inside her without barriers, and how incredibly sexy it would be to fill her up.