“Of course I forgive you. It might not always be easy, but I know it’s going to be worth it.” He sounded so damn confident.
“You’re always so sure of yourself.”
“I believe in us. But promise me something, going forward.”
“What’s that?”
“That you won’t shut me out. I will chase you every single time you run from me, but one of these days, you have to stop wanting to run. I want you to want to stop running.”
How was it that this man, so new to my life, seemed to know me so well?
“I want to stop running. I do. It’s just easier for me, but it’s not fair to you. I know I have to start thinking about your feelings now, too.”
“Yes, you do. I’m very sensitive in case you haven’t noticed.” He pursed his lips together and made a silly face.
“Oh, yeah,” I said, rolling my eyes. “Promise me that you won’t get tired of dealing with my shit?”
“I probably will,” he said with a yawn.
“Great,” I said, only half-joking.
He reached for me and pulled my head into his lap. “I might get tired of your shit, but you could always make it up to me with a blow job.”
“I heard those cure everything.” I st
ared up at his handsome face.
“Speaking of”—he wiggled his eyebrows—“tell me about that fantasy.”
I shot up from his lap and jumped to my feet. “How about I show you?” I teased as I started stripping off my clothes. Kicking off my heels, I took three more steps before letting my skirt fall to the floor. I stepped out of it, and took a few more steps as I unbuttoned my blouse, seductively, one button at a time. I dropped it in my bedroom, quickly followed by my bra.
Glancing behind me, I watched as Daniel picked up my discarded items before dropping them in one pile on my floor. I stepped out of my thong and turned on the shower.
“Please tell me this was worth getting in trouble over,” he said with a sly grin.
“I’ll let you know after the shower.” I moved inside and watched as he undressed, adding his clothes to mine on the floor.
Daniel opened the shower door and walked in. His hands encircled my waist, and he turned me to face him just like I had imagined. He leaned forward and kissed my shoulder before moving to my neck. “Did I do this?”
“Something like that,” I said before craning my neck to the side, giving him all of it.
“What about this? Did I do this?” he asked before moving down to my breasts.
Water ran down them and onto his lips.
I moaned in response as he pulled my nipple into his mouth and circled it with his tongue. His hand massaged my other breast, and he licked and sucked at me before switching sides.
Water drenched his face, and I leaned forward, licking it off his lips, before he disappeared again, burying his face in my other breast. As he tugged the nipple between his teeth, I pulled his hair, enjoying the brief shock waves going through my body. He wasted no time in dropping to his knees.
He looked up at me, his hazel eyes shining. “I bet this was part of the fantasy, wasn’t it?”
I sucked my bottom lip into my mouth and pulled it between my teeth as his tongue entered me. My hips bucked against his face in response, and his grip on my waist tightened as he held me firmly in place. Staring down at his wet dark hair, I watched as he devoured me, his mouth eating me like we were at the dinner table. His tongue lapped at my wetness, both from the shower and from my own excitement.
“You taste so fucking good. I love it.” He glanced up at me before diving back in.
I fisted his hair in one hand and pressed his head against me, not wanting him to stop, as each lick elicited more and more pleasure from me. His tongue moved at a fevered pace, licking and sucking, and my body started to quiver.
“Oh God, Daniel. Don’t stop. Please don’t fucking stop,” I begged.