3 Seconds (Time for Love 6)

“Yes.”

“No groupies?”

“None.”

“And you want to meet my da and carry my purse while we go dress shopping?”

Brendan laughed at that, his handsome face lighting up.

“Absolutely.”

“That’s not really what relationships are about, you know that, right?”

“I told you I had no experience.”

I smirked at him, then brought my finger up to trace his lips.

“I’ll be happy to teach you,” I replied, thinking about the things he’d promised to teach me. “It’ll be a learning experience for both of us.”

He sucked the tip of my finger into his mouth and bit it lightly, causing shivers to run through me.

“What’s the best sexual experience you’ve ever had?” I asked.

“With you the night we met.”

“Good answer,” I replied, thinking it was definitely mine as well. “What’s the worst thing you’ve ever said to a woman you were hooking up with?”

Brendan’s eyebrows rose and he asked, “Do you really want me to answer that? I don’t want to look like more of a pig than I already do.”

“I don’t think that’s possible,” I responded, and when he scowled I realized how the must have taken my words. “That’s not what I meant.” I laughed and added, “I meant that you couldn’t say anything that would change my mind about you…” I thought about it, then amended, “Unless you tell me that you shamed someone, or hurt someone, and got off on it. That would change everything.”

Brendan took a deep breath and looked pained, which caused me to panic and wonder if I should retract my statement. Maybe I didn’t want to know.

“I once told a girl to blow me, or I was going to sleep.”

If I’d been standing, I would have been bent over, that’s how hard I started laughing. I don’t know if it was so much that I thought what he said was funny, or if I was relieved that he wasn’t a closet sadist, but when I was able to catch my breath long enough I asked, “Wha-at?”

“It had been a long night and I was tired. I’d picked her up after a show, but by the time we got to her place I wasn’t feeling it anymore. She wanted to talk about the show and was pouring more drinks, and all I wanted to do was get some shuteye. I’d already had a few to drink, nothing to eat, and was exhausted and cranky, so I gave her an ultimatum. I’m not proud of it, and every time I think about it, I feel bad.”

“Did she do it?”

He searched my face, as if gauging my reaction. He must have seen that I wasn’t disgusted or angry with him, so he grinned and replied cockily, “Of course.”

I pulled my pillow from beneath my head and wacked him on the face.

“Pig.”

“I never claim to be anything else, Freckles,” he drawled.

I put my pillow down and sat up, my sheet falling to my waist and exposing my breasts.

“I think there’s a lot more to you than that,” I replied softly, arching my back when his hands came up to cup my breasts, his thumbs teasing my nipples. I moved my hand underneath the covers, and found him already hard and ready for me.

I leaned down to kiss him, moaning against his lips when he pinched my nipples hard. He opened his mouth for me and I swept in, suddenly driven by hunger and need. Lifting my leg and swinging it over, I straddled him and began to slide my throbbing wet center over him, stopping to tease the head of his cock as I moved. I repeated this motion, unashamed at how quickly aroused I became with him. If his groans were any indication, he was just as ready as I was, and that fact turned me on even more.

“Turn around,” he said gruffly, and although his request surprised me, I complied with his orders.

Not quite graceful, I turned so I was straddling him the other way, with my face toward his feet, and my ass on display. I felt a moment of panic at this new position, then his hands came to my hips and lifted me, and I looked down to watch him slide into me.