Noemi twisted her hands again. She studied them, not him. “No, it was pretty small.”
He choked back the urge to laugh hysterically. “You should never have listened to his bullshit then. He was probably overcompensating, and he was definitely just being an asshole because somehow his pride was wounded that you wouldn’t take his cheating, snaky ass back.”
“So, you…”
“I don’t have to check.” He winked at her again, just because the whole conversation was strange as hell, but she didn’t look up to see it. “Let me ask you a few questions. Does it have teeth?”
Noemi’s head shot up again. “My- what? Does what have teeth?”
“Does it have a third nipple?”
“What are you talking about?’
“Does it have scales and a ten-foot tongue that will grab me and swallow me whole in my entirety?”
“That’s just crazy…” Finally, she was catching on.
“If you answered no to all of the above, then your vagina is perfect. No need to check.”
Noemi stared at him, her eyes burning. She stared. She didn’t blink. He stared back, but his eyes got dry fast and he had to blink. Still, she didn’t. She kept on staring.
“I mean…” he brushed a hand through his hair. “I can double check. If you want me to. I just didn’t want you to feel that you- that I- I invited you over here for waffles. Not for… waffles.”
“That’s confusing,” she breathed.
“I’ll make it simple then. Do you want to eat or do you want me to eat you out? Waffles or waffles?”
“Oh.” Her cheeks went right back to flaming, but her eyes darkened with a new, feral intensity. She backed up a step, out of view of the window that still had the blinds open, facing the street.
He followed. She took another step back, down the short hall, and another, until she was just about in the kitchen. She didn’t look around to take everything in. She kept her eyes locked on his. She took one more step back and froze. Her hands went to the hem of her dress and slowly, she pulled it up past her knees, up her glorious, shapely thighs, higher, exposing a set of red lace panties that were the same exact shade as her dress, like they’d been bought as a set just to ensure that his balls imploded on sight.
“I think I’ll take the waffles,” she said coyly, and pulled her dress up around her hips.
CHAPTER 6
Noemi
Noemi officially had no idea what she was doing. Not only had she already made the worst of the worst decisions coming alone to a stranger’s house, she was now standing, semi-nude in his kitchen, showing him her panties.
And he was staring at her like he really, really appreciated what he saw.
This wasn’t just about Rob and his stupid comment. It wasn’t just about getting back up on the horse. It was, that for the first time in her life, she was doing something truly for herself. Something dangerous and daring, wicked and sinful. She wanted to do Cason.
She’d always been a good girl. Done the right thing. She’d had her first kiss at eighteen. She’d thought she was going to marry her first boyfriend. That hadn’t worked out, but she’d only done any fooling around after six months of dating. She’d waited until she and Rob had gone out for a couple months before she had sex with him. All her life she’d played it safe and done what she thought was right.
She had plenty of regrets about her first boyfriend, who’d stomped all over her heart, and Rob, who had humiliated her and torn it out completely. What was the difference between waiting months to have regrets and waiting hours?
At least with Cason, the sex might actually be good.
The new Noemi, the Noemi that flew halfway across the country to restart her life rather than forfeit it to a loveless arranged marriage, wanted to be reckless. She wanted to take chances. She wanted to do something that made her happy.
So, she lifted her dress up a little higher, raking it around her hips. She was going to pull it off completely, but Cason reacted, charging her like a bull seeing red. Red lace panties.
He was on her so fast she didn’t have time to blink again before his big hands were at her hips. She was lifted easily, carried to the kitchen counter and set down hard enough to make her teeth rattle. Dishes went clattering into the sink a few feet away and onto the floor. Something spilled with a dull whomp onto the floor. The place smelled like flour and buttermilk and Cason’s dark, animal man scent.
It was the best combination she’d ever inhaled in her life.
While his hand guided her legs apart at the edge of the counter, his mouth descended to hers, crushing her lips brutally in a scathing kiss that left her breathless. They were blazing hot, just the right shape, and shockingly soft. He kissed her like he hated her and loved her at the same time. When his tongue butted up against the seam of her lips, she exhaled and opened her mouth, granting him entry.