Blind Date (A Why Choose Romance)

She was a lot more covered than I’d like her to be, but god, she looked good.

“The question is, do we have anything that will satisfy your appetite?” My mind whizzed through thoughts of bacon, eggs, and sausage. Well, mainly the sausage.

“Um, yeah. Do you have to be super naked while talking to me?”

I grinned and stepped out of the bathroom doorway, which meant taking a step closer to her. “I apologize for that, Kayla. It’s very ungentlemanlike of me to walk around naked as the day I was born in my own home when I thought I was alone. But especially with something that could put someone’s eye out.”

She smiled right back at me.

“There’s a catch to my apology, though,” I continued.

“And that is?” she asked.

I leaned in, whispering into her ear. “I’m not a gentleman.”

Then I watched for her reaction.

Her eyes went wide, but not once had she backed away or shown any signs of moving.

The way she stood right there, not even trying to cover up, made me think she wanted me as much as I wanted her.

Reaching behind her, I placed my hand between her shoulder blades, slowly, ready to stop the moment she asked me to.

She didn’t.

I stroked my hand down her spine and over a buttock until it reached the bottom of the shirt; I found no pantie line. I immediately hiked up the shirt and squeezed her naked ass beneath it.

She gasped but didn’t say no or stop.

She wanted it just as much as I did.

And that must’ve been why she just stood there in front of my cock for so damn long, giving me all the right signals.

Her lips pressed against mine, and as if we’d made a connection for conducting electricity, her touch ignited the charge inside me.

I wanted her.

So damn badly.

Even if it was a terrible idea, even if she had fucked my roommate, my colleague, and my friend the night before, I wanted her.

And it seemed we had a mutual attraction going on.

We wanted the same fucking thing right then.

Fuck, I enjoyed seeing her there and standing having a conversation in the nude like that.

It was erotic in a way I’d never expected. Perhaps I’d just uncovered exhibitionist tendencies that I was previously unaware of: probably not in general, but only for her.

I’d taken my time before advancing on her, testing her out and giving plenty of time for her to flee.

If she didn’t want me, she had plenty of opportunity to walk away from the situation, but she stayed and talked to a naked man in the hallway.

Enough of the talk, time for action.

I pushed her up against the wall, pinning her there with my body against hers. Her stomach against my hard rod felt beyond good right then as I longed for some pressure to relieve the ache.

She kissed me, and I kissed her right back; without hesitation or elegance, we were practically eating each other’s faces like starving creatures.

The way she moaned thrilled me.

I had done this to her.

Or more likely, Ethan had done this to her. He’d turned her on all night and neglected to stick around and finish what he started.

More fool him, running out on a woman; it was damn near inexcusable. At least I benefited from his cast-off.

She wanted me and made that plain.

Her hands searched my body at the same time as I became acquainted with hers. I squeezed her luscious, plump breasts and stroked as much of her curvy, soft skin as possible without delaying my passage to her other tempting areas.

All of her tempted me. Her scent drove me fucking wild as I kissed her.

But I was a man, and like any other, I wanted to get into that place that was unique to women.

One of my hands went down between her thighs and cradled her private place.

“Ffff, that’s so wet, babe. And hot.”

The discovery that she was soaking wet there washed away any lingering questions about whether she was into this. She was as turned on and as ready as me.

My desires were rapidly spinning out of control, and I could barely control myself anymore.

She let out a moan and spread her legs a little wider to give me easier access.

Much appreciated, sweet thing.

I broke away from the kiss, moving back by ten inches or more so we could both focus on each other’s faces.

“Kayla, saying the fucking obvious here, but I like how you’re so fuckin’ wet.” And I pushed two fingers straight inside her on that last word and watched the reaction written on her face.

She gasped, and her mouth fell open.

“Nice, huh?” I asked.

It wasn’t so much a question as a statement. The evidence was all there.

She didn’t need to answer. Her eyes smiled in agreement, and she nodded, nevertheless.

“I got a hundred and one ways I can make you come,” I promised. “And right here on my fingers is only one of them.”