Mister O(44)

But it’s not her personality I’m thinking about this second as I kneel on the floor between her legs, placing a hand on each of her knees.

“You know that menu of things I like, Harper?”

“The all-you-can-eat buffet?”

I nod. “I still like everything, but if I had to choose . . .”





20





“Take off your shirt,” I tell her.

She shakes her head, darts forward, and tugs at my shirt. In a flash, she pulls it over my head. Her eagerness to strip me sends a hot charge down my chest, on a beeline for my cock. She tosses the shirt on the floor, and I set my glasses on the corner table.

“You’re so hot, Nick,” she says, then smiles guiltily. “I said that last night. I must sound like a broken record.”

“Say it again. I love hearing it from you.”

She leans forward and places her hands on my chest. I shudder, and my eyes close. I want to savor this moment when she touches my naked chest for the first time. My breathing intensifies as her nails trace over my pecs, along the outline of the tiger.

“I love looking at you,” she whispers. “When I checked out your tattoo on my phone, I wanted to touch it.”

My eyes snap open at this admission that she was attracted to me over the summer. “You did? Back then?”

She nods, dragging her nails down my chest to my abs. “Is this okay?” she asks, her eyes meeting mine, her question reminding me of the score. We might have a connection, but I’m here because she wants to learn what she likes, and what guys like.

“Yes,” I say, as her fingers trace lines between the grooves of my abs. “You’re doing great.”

“I remember lying back on this couch that night and opening my pictures, zooming in on that one. I ran my finger over the screen, thinking about how I’d touched you briefly in the park, just for fun. I loved the way you felt, even for those few seconds. All I wanted was to touch you again. To know if you’d like . . . this,” she says, running her hands across my waist now. Pure pleasure floods my brain.

“I do like it.” I want to exist in this moment for a little while longer as her soft, talented fingers explore my body. I want to be her playground. But the more she touches me, the more vulnerable I become, and the more I can see myself feeling something deeper for her.

I reach for her shirt and pull it over her head.

My dick practically begs for freedom now, mad as hell and banging on the jail bars. Her breasts are one layer of black satin away from me. She unhooks her bra, and I stare, a groan rumbling up my chest. Her breasts are sublime. They’re not big. They’re not small. They’re just perfect. Creamy skin and rosy nipples, tipped up and calling for my mouth. I dip my head to her chest, and suck on each delicious peak as my hands travel to her thighs.

“I’m going to spend a lot of time getting to know these beauties, but right now, I need my mouth between your legs.” My fingers roam up her thighs to her wet, hot center.

“Nick,” she starts, nerves racing back into her voice. “I’ve never come like that before.”

Those are my favorite words to hear. Little excites me more than the uncharted terrain of a woman’s orgasm, especially this woman. The chance to be the first to taste that sweet moment of shattering is like a winning lottery ticket. Out of nowhere, a possessiveness curls through me, and I want to be the only one to know this part of her. I want her pleasure to belong to me, and only me.

“Well, that’s about to change, isn’t it?”

She smiles, and it’s a wicked sort of grin, full of carnal delight. “This is what I thought about the first night we sexted,” she says, and I burn up all over, the red-hot memory slamming back into me as she confirms what I suspected she was up to.

“You have no idea how many times I’ve gotten off to eating your *.” I brush my fingertips along her thighs. “But there’s one thing I need you to do as I go down on you.”

“What do you want me to do?” she asks, breathless, as if she’s eager for my direction.

“When you really like something I do, when it drives you crazy and makes you want to beg for it, you need to tell me, okay?” She nods. “I know you love to say dirty things, and I want to hear them all. The more you give in to your own turn-ons, the more you’ll enjoy every single second of what I’m going to do to you, and the harder you’ll come.”

She nods several times now. “Coming hard sounds pretty damn good.”

“Oh, believe me, it will be so f*cking good for both of us. Let me give you some suggestions. Off the top of my head,” I say drily, and she giggles, “you can say things like, that feels so good, or I’m going to f*ck your face, Nick, or I’m going to come so f*cking hard all over your face.”

Her eyes light up, twinkling with pure naughtiness. I brush a kiss along the inside of a thigh.

She quivers. I like that response.

I kiss a path up her leg, the intoxicating scent of her arousal growing stronger. I rub my face against her, letting her feel the bristles on her smooth skin.

“That,” she moans, low and long. “I like that.”

I grin as I slide my hands under her ass, cupping those luscious cheeks.

“That, too,” she says on a quick gasp.