Blind Date (A Why Choose Romance)

How had we gotten to where we were right then? We’d weaved around the vast game room, coming closer to each other. But as I admitted how willing I was to try new things, I was only inches from him, and our faces were moving closer.

I took a gulp as I gazed into his eyes. “I don’t think we’re talking about careers and hobbies, are we?”

“We can talk about whatever you like. Or try something new,” he whispered, and his voice dripped with sensual suggestion.

My mouth went dry. Instinctively, I licked my lips and watched as his eyes followed the progression of my tongue. It must’ve seemed like an invitation. And it was. Subconsciously.

He had to get the message; I was there to try new things.

I hadn’t gone back to his place for a drink. I’d gone intending to spend the night. Fucking. With a football player. And throwing out all my inhibitions for a one-night stand. After all, it wasn’t as if we’d ever see each other again. So, I might as well go for it.

He leaned down so our lips might meet. His soft, warm mouth slipped against mine, and exactly the right amount of pressure from his lips tempted mine to open. His breath mingled with mine, but I couldn’t get enough of tasting him.

He kissed me.

And I wasn’t entirely surprised; I completely expected it.

But what a kiss. The entire history of kissing couldn’t prepare me for that.

Our tongues touched, causing sparks of erotic awareness to zip through my body.

Somehow, through the connection, he communicated without words.

He showed me the strength of sheer physical attraction mixed with tenderness, thought, and caring.

His arms wrapped around me and pulled me closer until my larger-than-average bosom crushed against his chest.

The room temperature rose, and the lights dimmed as I lost myself in the scent and taste of him. My heart and head soared in giddy excitement, and then my body rose to follow as he lifted me in his tight grip.

CHAPTER NINE

ETHAN PAULSON

Bump and grind.

Physically, I was on autopilot and excited to go flying. Still, my brain kept interrupting, forcing me to slow down and savor every moment, because this woman wasn’t like all the others. She wasn’t an over-eager groupie. She was different, unique.

She deserved to see the best I had to give.

And I wanted to show her a good time, hoping she’d return for more. The evening was going exactly the way of my answer in that damn dating show; I was already certain I wanted to see her again; whether we slept together or not made no difference.

I could have held her aloft in my arms with her snug against my chest while we kissed for hours, and I’d have been a fortunate man. I’d probably have come in my pants too, especially with the way I now held her firmly against me. Her soft, full breasts squashed against my chest and her body held firm against my length.

Instead, I decided I wouldn’t put her down anywhere except on my bed. When I took a break from kissing her mouth to see my clear route better, I licked her skin and nibbled her sensitive neck. The sound of slightly breathy whimpers rewarded my attention while I carried her to my bedroom.

If she was so responsive to such affection, I was eager to see her reaction to my mouth on other parts of her body.

My body and its basic human instincts—to ravish her—disconnected from my conscious brain and its intention to seduce her.

But I didn’t think sex was a forgone conclusion; it wouldn’t surprise me if she called a halt. And if she did, I’d be fine with that. I felt damn lucky to have gotten this far with her.

I was happy to go only as far as she wanted to. And she didn’t strike me as the sort of girl who’d sleep around or fall easily into bed with a guy.

Leaving my bedroom door open behind me, I carried her to my bed and placed her on it.

Then I stepped back to catch my breath and stop myself from going wild-tiger on her.

After turning to close my bedroom door and set the right mood lighting level, I removed my shirt and let it fall to the floor. All the while, she lay there and watched me.

Although I was eager to tear her clothes off her, something told me she’d be more at ease if I stripped out of mine first, so I made a show of undoing my fly and slipping out of every stitch until I was as naked as the day I was born.

I stroked a hand over the six-pack that I worked hard to maintain.

“I hope you want this?” I said. And I wrapped my other hand around my hard cock that ached with need.