Looking to Score(56)

“And this,” he said, picking up what looked like a sunflower, “this is an Indian Blanket. It’s an annual bloom in the sunflower family.” He put the flower in between his teeth and wiggled his eyebrows at me.

I giggled and showed him my full basket of flowers.

“I’m officially impressed with your floral knowledge. But can you put your money where your mouth is and turn this into one of those amazing bouquets?” I asked, hefting my basket into the air and nodding toward the expertly arranged vases.

“Of course I can. Follow me,” he said with an air of cockiness. I followed after him and set up at a nearby table. “Wedding season is my favorite,” Oakley explained, grabbing some scissors and twine. “The brides can be crazy, but spring is always all hands on deck. My mother has been featured in so many bridal magazines it’s insane. She has a waitlist of thousands wanting her to do their arrangements.”

I never thought flowers could be the foundation of such an empire, but the success of their company explained Oakley’s expensive clothes and nice car. It was nice to see him roll up his sleeves and get his hands dirty, though. Most kids would have just mooched off their parent’s success. “The trick is to have a sense of variety in length. You’re going to want to trim the stems cohesively, while still allowing differences.”

I followed his lead, trimming as I saw fit and trying to match his process.

“Then, after you have your stems cut, put a foundation of greens and leaves in the vase first,” he said confidently. “Next, you can find the natural gaps and fill them in with the flowers. Most people will try to alternate between the different types of flowers and then add the filler, but this is the best way to get a really pretty and full bouquet.”

Oakley Davis: football star, playboy, and expert flower arranger. Who knew?

I got to work on my flowers, focusing on following the guidelines Oakley had given me. I fluffed out my greenery and carefully placed the different colored flowers to fill in the openings. After a few minutes, I had a gorgeous vase of flowers. I was super impressed with myself. I looked up to tell Oakley that he should be impressed with me too only to see that he was already staring at me.

He came over and pretended to grade my work.

“This is an excellent first attempt, Miss Matthews,” he said smartly and moved to position himself behind me. “However, I think you will find with just a few small adjustments, it could be perfect.”

Oakley slid his arms under mine and pressed his chest tightly into my back. I let out a small laugh because it felt like he was about to teach me how to play mini golf. He picked up a few more stems and placed them into the vase, grazing my breasts as he did. His pelvis nudged into my ass every time he leaned forward, and I could feel his excitement. I started grinding into him when he moved, and I heard his breath hitch.

He spun me around to face him and effortlessly picked me up and sat me on the table top. I parted my legs, making Oakley’s eyes dart to where my dress was riding up. “You’re so fucking tempting,” he growled, grabbing a nearby pink flower. Gripping the stem, he started dragging it up my thigh. The touch made goosebumps break out over my skin. “So sensitive. You respond to the lightest touch,” he added before dragging it higher and higher, removing the flower once it was close to my slick heat.

I licked my lips as he dragged the flower across my arms, my chest, my cheeks. It was so teasing and slow. Oakley Davis was taking his time with me, and every pass of the potent petals had me dripping with need. “Kiss me,” I demanded. I wanted to feel his lips on mine.

“So impatient. I thought we were going to make an arrangement, hmm?” he teased as he put the flower down.

“Oakley,” I pleaded, my voice a whimper. He was enjoying the neediness in my tone. I watched as he grabbed some velvet ribbon nearby. Taking it in his hands, he pressed my wrists together, tying them with an expert bow. The soft material rubbed against my skin.

“I’ve fantasized about doing this for ages,” he rasped before lifting my arms up and wrapping them around his neck. I scooted forward on the table, aligning our sexes as he tempted me with a kiss.

“I’m all tied up. All yours,” I whispered. It was like speaking loudly would ruin the tension-filled moment.

“All. Mine,” Oakley growled while lunging for my lips. The force of his kiss made me arch my back. His tongue fought with mine. We tasted one another. We moved like ocean waves, our bodies giving in to the pleasure. I struggled against the velvet restraints, wanting nothing more than to run my hands along his hard torso.

“No moving,” he demanded between kisses. I bucked on the table as his lips edged the line of my jaw. He sunk lower and lower, stealing pieces of me as he went. The trail of his sharp teeth made my creamy skin turn red.

“Oakley, please,” I begged. I was squirming from his relentless teasing. My dress kept rolling up until the little thong I was wearing was the only thing covering my sex. His mouth continued to wander. He pushed down the straps of my dress and exposed my breasts.

“Look at you, Solver. Seriously. You have me hard as a rock every second of the fucking day.” He then cupped my heavy breasts and pinched my nipples. “Pretty pink little nipples. I love touching them. You make the cutest sounds when I…” His voice trailed off as he lowered to kiss them. I moaned. “Yep. That sound right there. Fuckkk,” he added.