You've Got Fail(39)

“That thing is a hazard.” He tilted my head back and applied drops to each eye. “You okay?”

“Yeah.” I blinked a few more times, and my vision cleared completely. And then I froze. Holy crap. Shirtless Willis was the best Willis. Broad chest, dusky nipples, and a flat stomach that hinted at a six-pack underneath. My mouth watered. Nerd or not, he was a gorgeous man.

He took the washcloth and swiped across his cheeks, his neck, and then down along his collarbones. “My shirt took the brunt of it.” The water left a sheen on his skin. Sort of like it would look if I licked him. Licking him was moving up on my bucket list with every second that passed.

“Scarlet?”

I stared.

No words came to mind.

The SquickyLube rattled closer.

Dropping the washcloth, he put his hands on either side of my thighs and inspected my eyes again. “One of your main recommendations needs to be a different lube provider. That stuff verges on toxic.”

My tongue stuck to the roof of my mouth, and I knit my fingers together to stop from touching him.

“Does it hurt?” The concern in his voice made me ache.

“I’m okay. Really.” I glanced past him as the SquickyLube crept into view right outside the bathroom door.

He turned to look. “I’ll take care of it.”

While he handled the abusive dildo, I scooted off the vanity and checked my eyes in the mirror. The pink was already fading. I could see his bed in the reflection. What would have happened if the SquickyLube hadn’t attacked? I knew the answer. Which meant I needed to leave.

I wiped at the spots of lube along the top of my dress, then left the bathroom. Willis knelt and cleaned the last of the snail trail left by the offending sex toy. When he looked up at me, a butterfly brigade twirled around inside my stomach.

“Your eyes better?”

“Yeah, they’re good.” I edged toward the door. “I should go.”

“Wait.” He stood, his toned body sending prickles along my skin.

“I don’t think we should do this.”

“Do what?” He smiled and approached. “Experiment with killer sex toys?”

“You know what I mean.” My breathy voice barely made it across my lips.

“Yeah, I do.” He peered down at me, and I clutched the sides of my dress to keep myself from falling into his arms.

“Keep it professional.” Especially since my plan ends with me dicking you over.

“Right.” He dragged his thumb across my bottom lip, and my eyes fluttered closed at the soft touch. “Professional.”

Leaning down, he pressed his lips to mine, slowly murdering my resolve with a sweep of his tongue and the pressure of his hands at my waist.

I meant to refuse, to tell him we shouldn’t do this. Instead, I opened my mouth wider and ran my hands down his smooth chest. He grabbed my ass, squeezing as he turned me around and walked me backward toward the bed.

This was happening, and I couldn’t stop it. Did I want to stop it?

The backs of my knees hit the mattress. “Willis.” I stared into his eyes as the last shred of my self-control floated from my lungs. “We shouldn’t.”

“I know.” He leaned his forehead against mine. “You’re right, but I don’t think I can go another day without knowing what you taste like.”

Ohmygod. I sat on the bed, and he prowled over me, scooting us into the middle as he settled between my thighs. Running my hands through his hair, I tugged as his lips slanted over mine, stealing my breath and ratcheting up the tension between my thighs.

He cupped my breast through the dress, his thumb sliding back and forth across my hard nipple. I moaned and rocked my hips upward, rubbing my clit against his thick shaft. The touch was a burst of electricity, and I knew my panties were wet.

His other hand tangled in my hair as he kissed down my neck to my chest. With a yank, he pulled the neckline down and fastened his hot mouth to my nipple. I arched my back as he sucked me, his tongue lashing the stiff peak while his other hand squeezed my left breast.

My body was on fire, Willis lighting me up with each caress. Slowly, he kissed lower and pushed my dress up past my hips.

“Fuck,” he bit out as he stared at my panties.

I gripped the sheets as he pulled my panties down and tossed them aside. His eyes darkened as he stared at my pussy. Spreading my legs as wide as they could go, he swooped down and ran his tongue from my entrance to my clit. I bucked, the overwhelming sensations almost too much to bear.

He wrapped his large palms around my thighs, his fingertips resting on my hip bones as he pressed his mouth to my clit.

“Willis.” I barely got his name past my lips.

Groaning into my flesh, his tongue dipped and swirled. I looked down at his flexed shoulders, the tension in him mirroring my own. It was the most erotic thing I’d ever seen. He stabbed his tongue inside me, sending a whoosh of air from my lungs as I pressed into the bed and thrust my hips against his face.

He slid his hands under my ass and lifted, bringing his meal closer to his mouth as he feasted on me. Focusing on my clit, his tongue did a wicked dance, rubbing and flicking until my legs shook and I was hanging on by a thin thread. With a low groan, he slipped two fingers inside me.

My entire body tightened around those fingers as his tongue gave me no reprieve. Each lick sent me higher, until I froze and fell over the edge of my pleasure. I gasped and moaned, my release eclipsing every thought that vied for space in my mind. Complete silence reigned inside me except for the shaking refrain of delicious satisfaction.