“Probably not,” he said, laughing. He had a reputation, but one thing he’d never done was let a woman walk away from sex unfulfilled or feeling bad about herself.
He scrubbed his hand over his chin, his thoughts racing. No way could he leave her here like this, thinking there was something wrong with her. There wasn’t. And he damn well wanted to prove it.
“How about this. You give me this weekend. Let me show you how good sex can be, and that there is nothing wrong with you. Let me give you an orgasm, or ten.”
Her eyes widened, and the needy little ripple trickling through her body reverberated through him. “But I can’t—”
“I can.”
“Linc…”
He held his hands up, palms out. “Your call. No pressure. But I’m offering you two full days of sex. Let me learn your body, and when you’re comfortable enough, we can experiment. Anything you want.”
Half-lidded eyes met his. She swallowed. “Anything?”
“Anything,” he said softly. “And everything.”
She went quiet for a long time, and he waited, letting her mull it over. Had he scared her off? A car sped by on the street, and the sound seemed to pull her back. He brushed his knuckles over her warm cheek. “What do you say, Lauren? How about we go somewhere quiet, no distractions. Let me make you come.”
Please say yes.
“Yes.”
Thank fuck.
“Did you pack a bag?”
She nodded. “It’s right here.” She turned and grabbed a tote bag. Good. That meant there was a part of her that wanted this as much as he did.
He leaned against the doorjamb. “Do you like key lime pie?”
Her brow furrowed. “Yeah, why?”
“I know this great place in the Keys that serves the best pie.”
“The Keys? That’s a three-and-a-half hour drive.”
“I wouldn’t dream of driving.” He took her bag from her. “That would mean less time in bed with you. The sooner we get there, the faster we can get started.”
“Oh.” She exhaled a fluttery breath.
“I have a place on the beach,” he explained. His oceanfront home was his sanctuary, a place he’d never wanted to share with anyone. Until now. “No interruptions. The perfect spot for you to let go, do whatever we want.”
The moan that caught in her throat was all the answer he needed. He guided her to his car and took off to the airport. She was quiet, staring out the window and every now and then shooting him a quick look. He parked and guided her to the counter of his favorite charter, and a few minutes later they were climbing into a Cessna 182.
Lauren twisted her hands on her lap as the pilot prepared the plane. “You’re not afraid of flying are you?” he asked.
“No, I just can’t believe I’m on my way to the Keys for pie.”
He put his hands over hers and gave a reassuring squeeze. “And sex. Really good sex,” he said.
He widened his legs, and as his thigh pressed against hers, his cock thickened. He looked at her, caught the way she quivered under his touch. Damn, if they had a bit more privacy, he’d spend the next thirty minutes initiating her into the mile-high club. Though, in this size of a plane, that wouldn’t be easy. He would have brought the Gulfstream, but it had seemed a waste for such a short trip. Still, his mind wouldn’t let go of taking her right here and now and creating their own kind of turbulence.
“What?” she asked.
“What do you mean what?”
“You have that look on your face again.”
He cocked a brow, amused at the way Lauren was narrowing her eyes at him. “I have a look?”
“Yeah, it’s the same one you gave me at the stadium, a mix between the big bad wolf and the woodsman who wants to save me.”
He laughed out loud. “Go with the wolf, Lauren.”
Her chest rose and fell erratically when she squeaked out, “It’s dangerous to stop and talk to the wolf, you know.”
He winked. “Even more dangerous to go home with him.” He brushed his thumb over her thigh, pretty goddamn sure that once he had a taste of her flesh, nothing else would do.
As she exhaled a shuddering breath, he shifted closer, enjoying her scent as they cruised through the sky. An hour and a half later after landing, renting a car, and stopping to pick up a pizza and key lime pie for dessert, he pulled into the driveway of his beachfront home.
“Linc, this is beautiful.” She walked to the front of the vehicle to wait for him.
Pizza and pie in hand, he grabbed her bag from the backseat, tossed it over his shoulder then captured her hand to lead her inside. Eyes wide, Lauren glanced around then walked to the huge window overlooking the ocean. “Is this a rental?”