Never Sweeter (Dark Obsession #1)(36)

It seemed like a miracle no one had already, despite the time. His footsteps were pretty heavy, and Lydia in particular was a very light sleeper…

“Do you wanna let me unlock the door?”

“Oh shit, yeah. Yeah, go ahead,” he said, and she slid off his back gratefully. Those big hands stopped squeezing high up on her thighs; her front no longer had to endure the heat of his broad back. Everything had returned to the way it should be now between them.

Except for the sexy movie they were now going to watch.

Alone. Together. On her bed. In the middle of the night.





Chapter 13


She let him pick the movie, thinking that would make things easier somehow. Nothing could be misconstrued, at least, that way. He wouldn’t think she meant anything by her choice, whatever it might be. But she forgot that he might mean something with his choice. She watched the heroine trying to clumsily pick up the hero at the start of White Palace, and cringed so hard it felt more like a cramp in her gut. Her cheeks grew hot, in a way that made her grateful for the dim light of her feeble bedside lamp.

Otherwise he would see her face go red and know she understood his point—despite the fact that his point was f*cking nonsense. She hadn’t tried to seduce him with all that pool touching. She would never, ever try to seduce him. It was just all a big misunderstanding.

But how to explain that?

“This is even less realistic than Dirty Dancing.”

“Really? You think so? Like, in what way?”

“It just seems like she keeps pushing and pushing. No woman would push a guy that good-looking if he didn’t seem into it. I can’t think of anything more embarrassing.”

She didn’t look at him, but knew he shrugged.

His arm rubbed against hers as he did it.

“Maybe she doesn’t care.”

“I guess not.”

“Maybe she knows he’s actually into it.”

“That could be one explanation.”

“Plus she obviously gets exactly what she was looking for.”

Onscreen, Susan Sarandon was going down on James Spader.

Which to her didn’t seem to back up his point at all.

“Oh yeah, I’m sure she’s having a great time getting absolutely nothing out of this.”

“That’s what this looks like to you? Like she’s getting nothing out of this?”

“Well, in movies they make it look like she is. But I doubt she really would be.”

“You doubt that giving a guy a blow job could be enjoyable for a woman.”

She glanced at him then, just to see if his expression was as incredulous as his voice.

Then had to look back at the screen quickly. If anything, his expression was worse. He had one eyebrow raised, and there was almost no humor in his eyes. This was serious somehow.

Much too serious.

“I don’t know. I mean it’s not really something you do for your own enjoyment. You do it for his.”

“So to you there’s nothing pleasurable about it. Nothing sexy about having a guy at your mercy. Begging you, moaning for you, trying not to push too deep when it gets too good.”

“You do those things?”

The words came out too fast. Too disbelieving, too.

But she just couldn’t stop them. They ripped out of her before she had time to talk it over with her mind, all ragged around the edges and maybe a little breathless. Just enough that he likely heard it, and wondered why. She couldn’t tell him, however. She didn’t know herself.

She only knew that when he started talking again she had the urge to put her fingers in her ears.

“Of course I do those things. Having your cock sucked is f*cking amazing,” he said, which was absolutely fine. But then he kept going. He kept going. “The heat and the slickness and her looking up at you as she works it with her hands and lips and tongue. Especially the tongue. The tongue is the best part. Watching it curl right around the—”

“Well, okay, it sounds cool when you put it that way.”

God her voice sounded loud. And too fast again, too.

All her words practically jumbled together.

“I don’t know what other way it could possibly be.”

“How about hold still while I f*ck your face? Some guy coming right in your eye? Losing a chunk of hair because he pulled too hard?”

“You’re not serious. Tell me honestly. None of that happened.”

Now his voice was bright with amusement.

But it didn’t make her feel any better.

“All of that happened. To me. More than once.”

“Yeah but after…”

“After what?”

“After he came then he…”

He made a circle with his hand, as though she should know that one thing logically followed on from the other. It was all completely easy and obvious.

Instead of the hardest quiz she had ever had to get through.

“Then he what? Gave me cab fare?”

“No. No. After that then this happens.”

She glanced at the thing he was pointing at.

Then had to look away again, quick. At her hands, at the bedspread.

At him, as he oh-so-slowly realized what her sudden awkwardness meant.

“This has never happened to you. Holy shit. You’ve never had a guy go down on you.”