“Now I know,” I echo.
“But if anyone asks, it was undeniably Indiana Jones,” he says.
“Of course,” I agree.
“So, your grandmother sent you on a graduation trip.”
“Graduation trip slash cross off a bucket list,” I reply.
“Giza pyramids, check. King Tut check,” he says, flicking his index finger up in the air like a checkmark.
“Ride a camel, check,” I continued.
“Eat kushari with a handsome professor, check,” he says, raising his glass of wine in my direction.
Okay, rip the band aid off. Tell him why you really are on this trip. Tell him.
“Sleeping with men in different countries to prove my ex wrong that I was good in bed…double check.”
I take a deep gulp of wine, finishing the last of it. My gaze wanders from inside my glass to him. His eyes wide in shock and cheeks red with embarrassment.
“Wow, I was not expecting that,” he chokes.
“I honestly, to this day don’t understand why I thought it was a good idea. I had only been with one man and when he said I was a dead fish, I just vowed to prove him wrong. My trip was fueled on sex and revenge. The history is just an added bonus,” I say, shrugging my shoulders, avoiding his gaze on me.
“He’s an idiot for letting you go,” he states.
His voice suddenly got deeper, huskier. I bit the inside of my cheek in an effort to do anything to keep my mind off the feeling I had right now. The attraction to him was strong. I knew I was going to meet someone after Finn. I knew that there were going to be men after Finn.
Excitement covered my skin.
Want clouded my eyes.
Need filled my insides.
I lifted my knee and readjusted my dress to spread my legs to him. He watches me closely, his expression darker. His hand grazes my knee and sighs deeply as it grazes up and down my leg. His palms softer than cotton. The feeling was erotic, being touched so delicately.
“Are you still looking for men on this checklist of yours?” Ali asks.
I nod slowly, taking in his expression of want. His fingers grip the backside of my calf, his nails indenting in my skin.
“Are you married, engaged?” I ask.
“Single,” he breathes.
“Good,” I respond.
“May I?” He asks.
I nod and sigh a silent yes. He arranged pillows around us to prevent anyone from seeing his movements and my inevitable reaction to his gifted hands. He looks me in the eye as places a finger in his mouth, wetting it with his spit before placing it under my dress. His finger circles near my clit, instantly making my body jolt upwards. He slowly pushed his fingers inside, and I moved my hips down to welcome him inside of me. Each thrust made wetness slip down my thighs. The things this man is capable of doing with his fingers is more than grading history papers.
“Don’t slow down,” I whimper.
“We can’t have anyone watch,” Ali says.
“Teach them how to please a woman, professor,” I breathe.
He released a rough breath before looking over his shoulder. The restaurant was empty. No one in the immediate area beside us.
“Amelia,” he sighs.
“Give me more,” I plead.
I brushed my fingers across the salt and peppered stubble of his cheek and down his chin. He grabs his fork full of kushari and drops it in between my thighs. His tongue licks every last bit off my thighs. This man was a talented giver. He peppered the inside of my thighs with feather light kisses. He pushed inside with his tongue and drew gentle circles against my clit.
My mind is racing.
My faced flush with want.
I raised my knees to meet every movement of his tongue. I was closer to sinking into the pleasure at his hands. My hips rolled against his face, teasing his tongue inside of me. Silently praying that I can keep silent as my orgasm comes closer and closer with each subtle movement.
The pressure was overwhelming.
The need was building.
The want was undeniable.
He made my skin hot.
“You are a goddess,” he whispers.
Goddess. Finn.
“You deserve to see the world. The world is yours, Amee,” my Nonna’s voice repeating in my head.
What the fuck am I doing?!