I didn’t care.
Couldn’t, really.
Because he was doing everything that I wanted him to do and then some.
His hands were on my nipples. My hips. Trailing down the length of my stomach.
And still he was somehow guiding each and every plunge and retreat.
“Come down here,” he ordered. “I want to suck on your nipples.”
I bent down, my hands going to his chest for purchase as I leaned down and gave him my mouth instead.
“Not what I wanted,” he admitted between kisses. “But just as sweet.”
He slowly slid out of me, his thighs tensing underneath of mine, and I braced myself for the thrust he was about to give me.
I just knew it was going to be rough and deep.
“Now give me your tit,” he ordered.
I did, falling back onto his cock so softly that I would’ve laughed had I not already been moaning.
He fucked me like that, slow and steady, while he tongued my nipples.
I would’ve collapsed completely on top of him had he not been holding me up with one hand underneath my ribs.
“I wish I had hair,” I found myself saying. “I would totally let it drag over you right now, teasing your skin like you’re doing to me right now.” I gasped.
He bit down lightly on my nipple.
“You could have hair, or you could not have hair,” he said. “It’s not going to change how I feel about you. How bad I want you.”
I closed my eyes as tenderness swept through me at his words.
“Look at me,” he rasped.
I opened my eyes, my hands once again going to his chest to help me sit up.
The new position had his cock sliding in deep again, my eyes momentarily losing focus as he did.
He trailed his gaze down the length of my body, settling on where we were connected before coming back to meet my eyes.
“I’ve done a lot of things in my life that I’m not really proud of,” he admitted. “But that night when you came over? That night I was weak. I wanted you so bad that I wasn’t sure what to do with myself. You and your bald little head haunted my dreams. Awake and asleep. And when you walked out, at first I thought that I’d nodded off. But then I smelled you and realized my dreams had never been that good before.”
I clenched on his cock, causing him to growl.
“I’m not sure why the fuck Theo never noticed you,” he said. “But I thank my lucky stars every fuckin’ day that he didn’t. Because if he had, you wouldn’t have come home. I wouldn’t have found you. I wouldn’t have tasted you. I wouldn’t have known anything. And my life would suck.”
I couldn’t help it. I burst out laughing. “Your life would suck?”
He shrugged. “It would. Not gonna lie. I didn’t realize that I was being such a douche about what happened to me in high school. It was a long fuckin’ time ago, and I realize now that nobody cares anywhere near as much as I make it seem.”
I trailed my fingers down the middle of his chest.
Then resituated my hips so that I was more comfortable.
“You’re talking like this is you getting this gift,” I said, eyes on his. “It wasn’t just you. It was me, too. I’ve had all of three dates in my life. One sexual encounter that sucked. And honestly, no real desire to change that. Until you.”
He rolled us then, his cock never dislodging from his deep seat inside of me.
I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him in close.
“Finish me already,” I ordered. “We can talk more later.”
He did finish me then.
Just as slowly as before.
And he didn’t stop until I was a panting, exhausted mess on the floor.
“I’m fairly sure I have linoleum burn on my ass,” I informed him.
He snorted. “It was worth it.”
Right now? Yes. In the morning? Who knew?Chapter 17I wish I was Felicia. She’s always going somewhere.
-Coffee Cup
Rowen
I heard a thud as the door closed behind Dax, who was running late as usual.
Rolling my eyes at his constant lateness, I rolled over and buried my face into his pillow.
I had no clue what had taken him so long from the moment that he’d left the room to when he’d actually left the house, but I imagined that it had to do with him stopping at the refrigerator and reading my message.
I love you.
I’d said it before.
Sure, I could’ve waited until there was a better moment to say it, but waiting for perfect just wasn’t me.
I was spontaneous and brash. I did things, said things, that I couldn’t take back later.
That was part of what made me a good lawyer. I was quick on my feet, words spilled out before I needed to think, and most of the time they were what I would’ve said anyway had I had time to overthink it to death.