“What else?”
I reached across her seat, grabbed her hand, and brought it back to my lap. Absently playing with her fingers, I gave her the basics. “I’ll be thirty-one next month. No siblings, though Maddie is like a sister to me. My parents live in Syracuse, both teachers. I’ve tried to get them to retire, it’s not like they need to work, but they constantly remind me they would be bored. I’ve got my hands in several businesses right now, basically trying to decide what I want to do with the rest of my life. Lately, I’ve been concentrating on the ones that will keep me close to home so I can be with my family.”
“But, you’re looking to buy a house just outside the city.” Elisa’s face was adorably confused. “Wouldn’t being close mean moving upstate?” I mentally fist bumped myself at the disappointment she wasn’t able to disguise in her deep brown eyes.
“Not my parents, my wife and kids, baby,” I informed her with a wink, my fingers tracing lazy circles on the inner skin of her forearm. Tiny goose bumps followed their path.
She looked at me oddly for a moment, then burst out laughing. My only response was a single eyebrow arched in question.
“I’m sorry,” she sputtered. “The image of football’s star manwhore settling down with a wife and kids is hilarious.” I vehemently disagreed, but showing was better than telling, and I fully intended for her to have no doubt about our future together by the end of the weekend.
“The right woman can change everything,” I said meaningfully, then changed the subject. “Your turn. Tell me more about you.”
Her cute, freckled nose scrunched and I could see her mind whirling, trying to get out of talking about herself. Eventually, she sighed, “I’m twenty-five, I have one sister, she’s twenty. My parents are gone, no other family. I have a degree in business management from Columbia and I’m a real-estate broker. There, you know everything.”
Her answer had me chuckling, amused she thought I’d be satisfied with that. “I don’t know nearly enough. However, if we’re going to be a couple, there is one thing that is essential for me to be able to pull this off.” I entwined our fingers and tugged her forward, slipping my free hand into her hair and cupping the back of her neck.
“What?” She eyed me warily, but her choppy breaths gave away her rapidly growing desire.
Leaning in, my hand brought her forward until our mouths met and I couldn’t suppress the instant groan at the feel of her soft lips on mine. My tongue ran along the seam and her body softened, her lips parting so I could taste her. Consumed by her, I kissed her like a drowning man fighting to breathe. The small whimpers she was making and her body wiggling to get closer, proving she was just as overwhelmed, gratified me. Letting her hand go, I glided my palm up her thigh and unsnapped her jeans, shoving it down the opening until I brushed against the fabric of her panties. “Holy shit. You’re fucking drenched for me,” I whispered against her mouth. Using one finger, I dragged her underwear to the side and dipped into her pussy, spreading the wetness from bottom to top. Her whimpers became moans when I circled her tight little bud before plunging two fingers into her hole.
Our mouths were still fused together as my fingers touched and teased her pussy. When her breathing became so erratic that she had to tear her lips from mine, I knew she was almost there. “Want to know what else I need, baby?” I purred.
“Y-yes,” she panted.
I curled my fingers up to just the right spot as the heel of my hand pressed and rubbed her clit. “To see what you look like when you come.”
With a scream, she exploded, and I was blown away by the sight. It was the most incredible thing I’d ever seen.
Chapter 4
Elisa
Holy crap! One minute I was having the usual first date get-to-know-each-other conversation with Brysen so he’d be prepared to convince people he was my boyfriend, and the next, I was experiencing my first non-self-induced orgasm all over his hand. I wasn’t exactly a blushing virgin, but I’d never had this kind of chemistry with any other man. Hence the need for me to get myself off—none of the guys I’d dated in the past had been able to do it for me.
Brysen evidently had the magic touch. He should have played baseball instead of being a quarterback since he’d managed to make it to third base before I even realized his hand was in my panties. By then, I was too turned on to argue, racing toward a climax one thousand times stronger than any I’d given myself. Between the orgasm, my nerves about this weekend, and the beer, I promptly fell asleep in his arms and managed to avoid the awkward moment after until six hours later when the plane landed in Lake Tahoe.