The Feel Good Factor(49)

I wiggle away. “We’ll be fine. Neither one of us wants anything more.”

Vanessa lifts a doubtful brow. “You say that, but do you still mean it?”

I lift my chin, choosing to mean it. Needing to believe it. “Of course.”

But there’s an ounce of a doubt weighing on the back of my mind, and it’s becoming heavier.

Because last night was more than just pent-up desire. It was more than three orgasms.

Derek and I didn’t simply snuggle postcoitally, all casual and we-can-handle-this cool. We snuggled until the sun rose, when he stretched those ropy arms over his head and dropped a morning kiss to my forehead. I whispered a hoarse good morning before I hopped out of bed to go to work.

It was the feel-good factor and more, because he makes me feel good physically and emotionally.

But I know that temporary hot sex is all it can be. And really, I remind myself, that’s all I want.

When I arrive home later, after a workout and a shower, at least there’s no doubt what I want when I find this note on the chalkboard:



Your room. 10 p.m. Get out your cuffs or a scarf.





27





Derek





She chooses the scarf.

“Tell me why you picked this,” I tell her as I tie the silky green fabric around her wrists and to the bedposts.

“Because when you use cuffs on me, I want the fur-lined kind.”

When. I love that she says when. I tighten the knot. “Then I better get you some furry cuffs, kitten. For tonight, this’ll do.”

“It’ll definitely do.” Her voice is breathless. Her body is breathtaking. She’s lithe, long, and willing.

Eager too.

Still fully dressed, I crawl over her and lower my mouth to her neck, pressing a soft, tender kiss to the hollow of her throat.

Gasping, she arches beneath me. I brush my lips down her body, over her throat, through the valley of her breasts, detouring to her tits, with their rosy nipples tipped up and begging for attention. “Last night,” I rasp against her skin, “you made me fuck you hard and fast to put you out of your misery.”

She moans as I suck on a nipple. “You wanted it too.”

I let go and leave a trail of kisses down her belly, lavishing attention all over her skin. My God, she tastes intoxicating. “I did. But tonight I want to take my time, like I promised the day I met you.”

She whimpers, lifting her hips, asking for more. “You’re cruel.”

“I’m terrible,” I whisper as I reach one delicious hipbone then lick.

“Oh God,” she moans, and I grab her hips, keeping her in place.

“I’m going to spend my sweet time pleasing you. I’m going to take as long as I need to devour your body. I’m going to get drunk on your taste, kitten.”

“Tease.” She strains against the scarf, and I smile wickedly, pleased as sin. I plan to pleasure her till she cries out again and again.

“It’s only a tease if I don’t deliver, and I’ll deliver.” I kiss the top of her curls, and she bows her back, moaning my name. My cock throbs against my zipper, begging to be set free. All in due time. This is about her. This is about giving her the pleasure she deserves. Because she does. She’s sexy and sarcastic and sassy, and underneath all that, she has a soft heart and a sweetness that I fucking . . .

I stop myself from even thinking about what I feel for her. I part her legs and focus on the physical as I inhale deeply her addictive scent. “You smell delicious.”

“Why don’t you get closer?”

I look up, grinning, loving how much she wants this. She’s gazing down at me, desperation in her eyes. “I’m pretty close,” I say, though I’m inches away.

“Please,” she whispers.

“Aww, you want me to lick your sweet pussy right fucking now, don’t you?”

She lifts her hips, seeking my mouth. “Yes.”

I kiss her right thigh, groaning as I make my way down to her knee.

“Derek,” she moans.

“Ask again.”

“Please go down on me.”

I move to her other leg. “One more time. Tell me one more time.”

She cries out in frustration. “Go down on me. Please, go down on me now. Go down on me this goddamn second.”

I lick my way up her thigh, reaching the apex, and then I gaze at her face. “Spread your legs. Spread them nice and wide for me. Show me how wet you are. Show me how much you want my mouth on you.”

She takes no time parting her legs wider, her knees falling open, giving me unfettered access to the paradise between her thighs.

My hard-on hammers against my jeans. This woman. Fuck, she glistens for me. “God, you’re so sexy it should be a crime.”

“But it’s not, so just please, please, please go down on me.”

“If you insist.” I dip my face between her legs, and I draw one lingering line up her wetness. My eyes float closed, and I groan in tandem with her. “Fuck, you’re delicious.”

She tastes like salt and sin, like honey and lust. She’s so fucking wet I want to bury my face in her juices.

So I do. I lick and I kiss and I suck. I can feel her all over my chin and my jaw, and it’s intense.