Five First Dates (Sassy in the City 2)

“Of course I’m horny!” she said, stabbing the container again with the spoon. “Are you insane? It’s been over a year since I had sex.”

I held my hands up. “Sorry. I was just clarifying the situation. So, just confirming, you are absolutely, definitely in need and want of sex?” I had just seen a door open and I was walking right fucking through it. I wanted her. She wanted sex. I didn’t want her getting it from another guy. No more laying the groundwork. It was go time.

“Yes! I want sex. Who doesn’t?” Her cheeks were flushed now, though I wasn’t sure if it was embarrassment or anger. She pointed the spoon at me. “You don’t help, you know, walking around without a shirt, or worse, nothing, all the time.”

Now that was what I was talking about. I pushed her, just a little further. “Then why didn’t you want to hook up with this guy?”

Savannah looked at me like I was a disgusting and idiotic creature. “I don’t want to have sex with a stranger. I want to have sex with someone I know. That’s the problem. I want safety and sexiness and laughter. I want toe-curling, tension-relieving, now-I-can-face-the-day sex.”

Best words I’d ever heard. I reached out and took the spoon from her. I put it in my mouth and stole her bite. Then I tossed the spoon into the sink. I leaned in, crowding her. The only thing separating us was the pint she was now clinging to like it was a shield. Dropping my gaze to her lips, I put my hand on her hip, stroking lightly.

“I can give you that,” I said. “I can relieve your tension. Help you face the day. And I can most definitely get your toes to curl.”

Her mouth fell open and she quickly dropped her gaze, sneaking a peek at me under her lashes. Then she lowered her head and stuck her tongue in the ice cream again. That almost made me groan out loud. There was no way she didn’t know damn sexy she was.

She raised her chin, the ice cream on her tongue. By the time she was pulling it back into her mouth, I was already bending to take her lips in a cold, and yet, hotter-than-fuck, kiss.

Chapter 7

I could have said no. I could have pulled away.

Maddox gave me plenty of time to do either of those.

But I didn’t.

Not even close. I leaned in, ice cream still on my tongue, staring into his beautiful dark eyes. He smelled like he’d just showered, and as usual, he wasn’t wearing a shirt. I wanted to touch his muscles, feel his warm skin against mine. I wanted to explore every inch of that very, very masculine body of his.

I’d been resisting temptation for weeks and now, I just couldn’t manage one more weak-ass protest.

When he took my lips in a kiss, I closed my eyes and gave myself over to it. His mouth was firm, demanding, talented. I sighed, clutching the pint of ice cream with numb fingers. Maddox kissed like he’d been waiting for this moment—with focus and tenderness, with a teasing tongue and relentless touch.

His hands cupped my cheeks and I opened my eyes to see him pulling back slightly, to study me, fingertips brushing against my skin. “You’re so beautiful,” he said.

A shiver rolled through me. What the hell was I doing? “My hands are freezing,” I murmured, in an attempt to disrupt the moment, recover myself.

Maddox took the pint out of my hands. He set it on the counter and rubbed my hands together gently. Oh, God. The way he was looking at me. I couldn’t resist him. I had nothing in me to resist his intensity. He was taking me in like he wanted nothing more than me. He dipped his finger into the ice cream and painted my bottom lip with the sweetness.

Then he ate it off. First, he drew his tongue across my lip with an agonizing slowness that had my nipples tightening and my inner thighs warming.

I moaned softly as I grabbed on to his biceps for support. Those muscles. It was the first time I’d actually touched them, and they were everything I’d imagined and then some.

He dropped a soft kiss on the corner of my mouth, then moved his lips back and forth over mine, before sucking my bottom lip between his. Then he teased his tongue into my mouth and the sweetness of the ice cream combined with the heat of the kiss, of our arousal, and made for a delicious embrace.

I was leaning into him, without even realizing it, my body aching with want. I ran my hands eagerly down and up the length of his muscular arms. Maddox’s hands dropped, found my ass, and pressed me harder against him. I felt the unmistakable ridge of his hard cock against my thigh. It should have been a wake-up call.

It had the opposite effect. I groaned. I wanted that. All of that. Inside me.

Somehow, and I honestly couldn’t have explained how he managed to do it, my jeans were unbuttoned and Maddox had slipped his hand inside to cup me. I looked down in awe at the heavily tattooed hand and wrist descending into my pants, a finger stroking over my clit. Yet again I thought to wonder what the hell we were doing when he took my breath away easing into my panties and right into my wet, eager pussy.

He kissed the inside of my neck as he stroked me, his lips a hot path down my flesh, to the swell of my breast. He yanked the neckline of my sweater lower and kissed and stroked, stroked and kissed, until I realized that I was way too close to the edge. It had been too long. I was going to push him away, but then he found the most perfect angle inside me and I came without warning.

I was too stunned to make a sound. I just held on to him and panted as the quick release made me tremble.

Maddox eased his hand back and gave me a wicked smile. “That was part one.”

“How many parts are there?” I breathed, stunned by what had just happened.

He didn’t get a chance to answer. Sully let out a sudden and sharp cry that had me jumping with guilt and surprise.