Page 50 of Don't Call Me Sweetheart (Something Borrowed 1)

“No I mean it. I never hook up on the first date, or the third. I wait until the fifth.”

Now her hands were sliding along the flat of her stomach and he wanted to leap on her.

“Isn’t this like our seventh date?”

“No. Maybe our third.”

“So you’re saying tonight was a date, huh? And what does one do on a third date?”

Marley climbed onto the bed, her mouth hovering over his crotch.

“Oral.”

Have mercy.

Putting his hands behind his head, he tried to appear casual. “I can hang with that.”

Marley pulled the waistband of his boxer briefs down, as if she was peeling a banana, and as he waited impatiently, watching her smile, his cock flexed up.

Her hand wrapped around him and he arched off the bed, loving the grip she had on him. He closed his eyes as her mouth slipped over his tip and slid down, meeting her hand and creating a warm, wet pressure that had his balls clenching.

“Now, no closing your eyes.” He lifted his head to look at her, and the dark, passionate glow on her face was fucking hot. “I want to see the expression in them when you come.”

Having his own words thrown back at him would have made him laugh, except she’d swallowed him up again. He leaned up and back on his arms, watching as she dropped her head and started working

him. God, it had been a while since a woman had just given him head without it being a prelude to sex. His breathing kicked up as she moved over him, sucking and doing something with her tongue just below the head of his cock that was almost his undoing.

“Oh, fuck, do that tongue thing again. Jesus yes, God, my—”

She took him all the way in and when the tip of him hit the back of her throat, he was done. Shouting as he came, he threw his head back, shaking from head to toe.

He felt her move as he fell back on the bed. “Sorry I didn’t warn you. I didn’t expect to come so fast.”

Her lips pressed against his and she snuggled into his side. Her silence disturbed him a bit, and he got defensive.

“I’m not a one-minute man, if you were worried.”

“I wasn’t,” she said.

Her tone made him frown. “I’m serious.”

“I’m sure you are.”

Luke took her chin in his hand and raised her up so he could see her face. She was grinning from ear to ear. “Are you fucking with me?”

“Yep.”

“Mean.”

She grabbed his hand and circled his thumb with her tongue. “I thought I was pretty nice a minute ago.”

He couldn’t argue with that.

* * * *

Marley got up and pulled on her clothes. She’d felt Luke drift off to sleep shortly after giving her a warm, lingering kiss and pulling her closer to him. She’d enjoyed the cuddles for a while, but she didn’t want to wait too long and run the risk of bumping into Brent or another guest as she was leaving.

Tiptoeing out the door, she figured it was probably safe to take the elevator. She could always say she was checking on Sonora.