I nodded. “Yeah, Cab is great. I like wine too, but my drink of choice is a martini.”
She widened her eyes. Surely a martini couldn’t be that surprising. I cocked my head at her.
“That’s my drink of choice too. A martini. I mean, a real martini made with gin.”
I smiled. A woman after my own heart. “A vodka martini isn’t a martini.”
A broad grin split her face. “That’s exactly what I always say.”
“Well, Dr. Carmichael, I think we finally found something we have in common. Other than amazing sex.”
She blushed again. God, she was adorable.
“You know what I think?” I said.
“What?”
“I’m willing to bet we have even more in common, and I’m going to ferret everything out of you until I know you like the back of my hand and I can read you like a book.”
She cast her green gaze downward once more. She was so easy to embarrass. It had almost become a game with me. What could I do to embarrass her more?
She fidgeted with her napkin. “Are you still hungry? I have some chocolate ice cream in the freezer.”
I rose and stalked toward her, took her hand, and pulled her up. “I’m still hungry. But not for food.” I clasped her lithe body to mine and took her lips.
She sighed beneath me. I broke the kiss and gazed into her emerald eyes.
“Do you like kissing me, Melanie? Because I sure as hell like kissing you.”
Her answer was a moan, and I took her lips again. She tasted of the spicy wine and the zesty food we had just eaten. And she tasted of Melanie, sweet and succulent.
Without breaking the kiss, I backed her toward her bedroom door, into the room, and to the bed. Again without breaking the kiss, I spread the sides of her robe, brushing the satin fabric over her shoulders. My dick was hard against the denim of my jeans. I wanted her again. I had promised to go slow the next time, to savor every inch of her. I hadn’t yet tasted her most secret places.
But I couldn’t wait. I needed her now. Needed to be inside that hot little cunt. I reached into my pocket for my wallet. Thank God I normally carried two condoms and that I had resupplied after our first encounter at the hotel.
She looked into my eyes. “I… I’m on the pill. I have been forever. And I’m clean. I swear it.”
I flashed back to my conversation with Bryce earlier, how his Vegas showgirl had assured him he was on the pill. But Melanie didn’t strike me as the lying type. “You don’t want me to wear a condom?”
“I’m saying you don’t need to. If you’re clean.”
My heart nearly burst. To actually feel her silkiness with no barrier would be nirvana. “I swear, Melanie. I’m clean too.”
That was for sure. I hadn’t had a woman in so long, I was surprised sex hadn’t changed.
I shed my jeans quickly, and my cock stood straight out. I knew I was large, even larger than what was normally considered large. She’d been able to take me. She fit me perfectly. I couldn’t wait to feel every tiny ridge inside her sweet channel.
I pushed her onto the bed and touched her between her legs.
Wet and silky. She was ready for me.
I sank into her.
Fuck. She felt amazing. I thrust into her again.
Bliss. Had I ever used that word before in my life? Now was a good time to start. I had just had her an hour ago, and already I was prepared to spill. This time, without the restriction of the latex barrier between us, I felt every crevice, ridge, every bit of soft suction. And I couldn’t help myself. My balls bunched up, and the tiny seizures started low.
“I’m so sorry, baby. I wish I could last longer, but oh my God.” I thrust into her with one powerful plunge, spilling into her deepest recess.