Come What May

I know I should be more nervous than I am about potentially punching my V-card; I am, but I’m excited, too. I couldn’t think of a better person to give it up to. Mateo’s worthy of my cherry; he’s kind, thoughtful, respectful, and most of all, he’s shown me over and over that he values me. He wants more than my body; he also appreciates my mind.

Once our bill is paid, Mateo scoops up our to-go box with one hand and extends the other to me, helping me from my chair. He presses a quick kiss to my lips and wraps an arm around me, holding me close as we walk back to his truck.

“Thank you for dinner,” I murmur as he helps me into the passenger seat. As he walks around to the driver’s side, I can’t help but wonder whether he has the same thing in mind for when we get back to his place.

“Of course, mariposita, it was my pleasure.”

The way his tongue wraps around the word pleasure turns my skin to gooseflesh. Anticipation thrums through me, mingling with my desire.

I have to squeeze my thighs together to try and alleviate the ache pulsing between them.

“Are you okay?” Mateo asks, mistaking my arousal for discomfort.

“I will be,” I whisper into the darkened cab of the truck.

“You will be?” His tone is riddled with confusion at my cryptic words.

Nodding, I reach over and place my hand on his thigh, rubbing my thumb over the inside seam of his jeans, only centimeters from his dick.

He groans and shifts in his seat. “You keep that up and we’re going to have a problem.”

“Then take me home,” I beg him, “and I’ll show you what a good problem solver I am.”Chapter Twenty-FiveMateo“You can’t say things like that,” I groan at the little vixen next to me. She has my dick hard enough to pound nails and my right foot pressing the accelerator into the floorboard.

“Say what?” she asks, all innocent like.

She is innocent, but I can sense the dirty girl inside of her begging to break free.

“These innuendos…they’re enough to make me wreck this truck.”

Seraphine hums under her breath as she rubs her pinky finger over my dick. Even through my jeans, the sensation of her touch makes my entire body shudder.

I sigh in relief when my street comes into view; I’ve never been so anxious to get home in my entire life.

“We wouldn’t want that,” comes her soft reply. She withdraws her hand from my lap. My eyes flash to her and she smirks. “Gotta make sure we make it home safe so we can have our dessert.”

“You mean the cheesecake?” I croak, desperate for clarification. Truthfully, even if all we do is kiss, I'm so damn hot for her, I'll gladly lap up anything she gives me.

“No,” she whispers, “I mean you…and me…”

My grip on the steering wheel is white knuckled. “You and me what?”

She sucks in a deep breath. “On our last date, you ta-tasted me and I…well…I want to taste you, too.”

Fuuuuuck.

I hit the gas when my driveway comes into view; my tires squeal as I whip into the garage, killing the engine before I’m fully out of gear. “Stay put,” I order, practically flying out of the truck and running to her side.

Seraphine giggles at my antics but I don't care. She can laugh all she wants, as long as I get to feel her pouty lips wrapped around my dick.

I scoop her into my arms and toss her over my shoulder, carrying her into the house.

“Put me down, you brute.” She laughs as I stalk through the dark house toward my bedroom.

I set her down onto the bed and flip on the lamp on my nightstand. We stare at each other for a moment; she looks more stunning than ever in the soft glow of the light.

“Take your shirt off,” she whispers, bolder than I ever imagined she’d be.

“Only if you do, too.”

With zero hesitation, she whips her shirt off and throws it at my feet.

I take it a step farther and shed my jeans as well, leaving me in nothing but my boxers.

Seraphine eats me up with her eyes. “Can I touch you?”

I think I’m heaven.

“God, yes, please.”

She crawls across the mattress to where I’m standing at the side of the bed. Her pupils are dilated and her breaths shallow as she reaches her right hand up and trails her fingers up and over the dips and valleys of my abs, all the way to my pecs.

I hiss out a breath as she drags her thumb over one of my nipples.

“Do you like that?” she asks in earnest.

“Mariposita, I’d like just about anything you want to do to me.”

She nods to my tented boxers. “Can I touch you there?”

“Anywhere. You can touch me anywhere.”

She moves her hand back down my body with a deliberate slowness that sets every nerve ending on fire. I expect her to cup me over my boxers, but she skips the pre-game and goes straight for the main event, slipping her hand beneath the elastic band.