“Oh, yeah.” He kisses my neck, nibbles my lobe, and whispers into my ear, “You want this cock deep inside you?”
“Oh, God.” I toss my head back. Damn, I do! I’m ready. I’m willing to spread my legs for him. Surrender my virtue. Let him take me. This is insane!
“Hold on tight, sweetheart,” he says. Wrapping his arms around me, he carries me out of the kitchen, and within a few foggy seconds, we’re in what I can only imagine is his bedroom. He kicks the door closed and gently lowers me onto the soft flannel sheets covering his bed. “Fuck.” He pulls back, standing. “You’re ready.” His eyes cascade over my heated body, and as always, he touches me without lifting a finger. I feel sexy. I feel wanted. My back arches for that invisible touch. “Yes,” he coaxes with a slight movement of his chin, his jaw clenching. “So ready.” His gold-speckled eyes glow down upon me. “Mmm.” He sits down on the bed. “Lift your shirt. Let me see those perfect tits.”
That need to want to please the man takes over, and I do as he bids. I lift my shirt up. A small smile tugs on his lips. “Your bra too.” He looks directly into my eyes, leaving no chance for escape. I tug on my bra. The material scrapes my raw hard tips, reminding me of what his teeth had inflicted. I gasp and the corner of his mouth twitches as though he knows the torture he’s perpetrating deep inside me. He’s fully aware of what I want. His eyes move to my breasts and again my body bends to his invisible caress. “Look at your nipples, so hard, so pink. I liked having them in my mouth.” His eyes flash to mine. “I liked biting them too. Did you like it?”
The way he asks ignites that hot rush of pain and pleasure all over again. My chest rises as I nod.
“But now they’re sore,” he says in a husky tenor. I nod, biting my bottom lip. My nipples tingle and burn for his touch. “Show me where it hurts.”
I raise my hand and slowly brush my finger across my tender tip, thrilled by his response. He takes a deep breath and holds it as I continue to stroke my nipple. Oh, my God! What’s going on here? We went from baking pies and drinking coffee to me half-naked on his bed. A place a zillion other women must have been. What am I doing? What am I thinking? I’m not, that’s the problem. I’m lost to his masculine scent, his charming smile, and his twinkling eyes. He’s girl goo, and once he spreads a bit of his charm on you, it banquets. All of his delicious goo covers your whole body until he consumes every inch of you.
Leaning over me, he slides his palm beneath my nape. His fingers press into my skin and with the firm grip around my neck, he pulls my head up from the bed closer to his mouth. “Close your eyes,” he says, and my heavy lids capitulate until there’s nothing but darkness ... and his touch a gentle brush of his silky lips across my mouth. “Lay here.” He presses his lips to mine. “Don’t think,” he whispers into my cheek. “Just feel.” His mouth lightly skims my face at the same time that his hand covers my aching breast.
I writhe beneath his control. My spine curves. My lips separate. A small whimper releases from me. “Zeke.” I urgently breathe out his name.
His finger strokes my nipple. “Yes, sweetheart?” He pinches my hard tip. “You let me know when it feels good.” He squeezes harder as he takes my other nipple into his hot mouth. Another whimper pours from me. “That’s good,” he coaxes, suckling my tight bead. His other hand moves down the center of my rib cage. He runs a finger around the outside of my bellybutton. I suck in some air, my stomach caves, leaving a smooth slope for his fingers to follow down into the waist of my pants. My hands clench, and I shudder. I release the air from my lungs as his fingers slip beneath my panties.
“Very good,” he hums against my nipple. “I like the way your body responds to my touch. Now, do you want me to go further?”
“Yes.” I take another deep breath, ready and waiting for the best damn lay in Galveston County to ravish me.
“Do you want me to touch you where you’re wet?”
“Please,” I raggedly say. “Yes, please.”
“Okay, Lurlene, but there’s one more rule you don’t know about that I do need to tell you.”
My eyes fly open and he’s gazing down at me, expression unreadable and flat. “What?”
“I don’t sleep with the same girl twice.”
“Excuse me?” I try to sit up, confused and a part of me insulted. He places his palm on my chest and gently guides me back to down to the mattress. “I didn’t agree to any of your rules, and if you think that I’m going to have sex with you and−”