“I can read you, Reese. Your sexual experiences have been limited, and there are still many things I’ve only ever fantasized about trying. I haven’t been with the most adventurous women.”
After taking a drink of wine, she waves her hand at me. “Please, I’ve had my share of experiences.”
I bring her hand to my mouth and kiss it.
“Hmm … then you shouldn’t mind whatever I propose. Hell, maybe you’ll teach me a thing or two.” Her hand is snatched away before her ass is rubbing that seat again. I’d give anything to be that chair.
Eyes narrow in on mine before she adjust her posture. “Sure, why not? I can keep up.”
Oh, and I can’t wait to see her try.
Reese
Everett’s stare is divulging immense desire but nothing more. “I want you to show me now,” he says.
“Show you what?”
“That you can do this.”
“Isn’t that dessert ahead of dinner?”
“I’m a grown-up. I’m certain a taste of dessert will not hurt my appetite.” His scandalous gleam is taunting me, beckoning me to take the bait.
“What do I need to do to prove this?”
“Would you like another glass of wine first?”
“Um, no. I shouldn’t drink any more tonight.”
“Why is that, Reese?” He appears intrigued.
“It’s, um …” Oh, he is maddening. “You don’t need to know why,” I reply with agitation as I shift in my chair.
“You’ve been squirming in your seat since we arrived, and it’s driving me insane,” he says with the same irritation in his voice.
“Why does that bother you?”
“I’m watching you rub your ass back and forth. Why do you think? I want you to go into the restroom, and take off your panties.”
My eyes widen. “Why would I do that, and how is it going to change my squirming, as you put it?”
Like a fighter jet about to take out its target, Everett’s eyes lock on mine.
“Without them, every time you move in that chair, you’re going to really feel it. Then, an image of what I’m going to do to you to make it feel all better will linger in that pretty head of yours.”
I battle the urge to shift again as the fantasy of his tongue moving along my skin plays out in my mind.
“You’re thinking about it already,” he says, still targeting me with those wondrous, blue eyes. He’s arrogant and doesn’t believe I’ll do it. Without a word, I rise from the chair and stroll away.
Thankfully, no one is in the restroom, so I hurry and get my jeans off and back on. The feel of denim raking along my sensitive flesh is rough and creates a surge of heat swelling in between my thighs.
I’m ready to leave the restaurant. Screw eating; we can have each other for dinner. When I return to the table, our plates are in front of us. I get a whiff of the delicious steak I ordered, but Everett smells better.
On the motorcycle, I wanted to bury my nose against the back of his neck as the wind blew his masculine fragrance toward me.
“This smells fabulous,” I say. When he doesn’t comment, I glance up and see that the fighter pilot has re-circled and is zeroing in on me once again.
“Did you do it?”
“Yes.”
“I want proof.”
“Now?”
“Yes, Reese.”
Rolling my eyes, I pick my purse up and unzip it before I hold it in front of my stomach. As discreetly as possible, I lift a part of my black lace panties out enough for him to see. “Happy?”
He gives me a broad grin. “Are you always going to be this difficult? It’s taking the fun out of it.”
Shit, I don’t want to smile at him, but I can’t help it. He’s witty and so damn thrilling. Eat fast, Reese.
***
“Would you like a beer or a glass of tea?” I ask, leaning in my refrigerator. I’m about to glance his direction, when I feel him against my ass. I turn and shut the door, rubbing along his body the entire way.
“You seem to love getting into my personal space.”
A hand goes to each side of my head and pushes against the fridge. “Oh, Reese, you have no idea how badly I want to get into your personal space.”
His lips graze up my neck to my ear. “Please let me touch and taste all of your soft skin.” His tone is desperate but his words controlled.
My muscles clench and heart pounds before he’s slamming his lips to mine. His groan and searing breath drown my mouth as hands work into my hair.
The intense desire he has shown pulls the wanton part of me to the surface. I’ve kept it buried for years, fearing more of the pain that can come from being reckless, but Everett makes me want to risk everything.
Well, other than my heart. I can’t give it to someone who gave his away years ago. I pull away abruptly.
“Everett, maybe we should slow down a little. I mean, I met you two days ago.” My palms go straight to his chest.
“Why do I get the feeling this is going to be the trend?” His breathing is harsh as his hands move to cradle my cheeks. He gives my lips an amorous kiss before resting his forehead against mine.
“Let’s talk, so I can ease your mind, but you’re going to have to get me that beer.” His response makes me feel safer and a little regretful for not letting him have his way with me.
The sinful grin he’s boasting isn’t helping any. Everett’s irresistible. It’s only a matter of time before he’ll be all over me, and I’ll welcome it.
Chapter Seven
Everett
Reese is driving me utterly insane. Spending this kind of time with her, unable to touch her curvy body the way I’m craving is torturous. I need her to trust me, but I believe a more light-hearted approach might be necessary.
“I think we need to play a game to get to know each other better,” I say with a playful grin as we take a seat on her couch.
Her brow furrows. “Is this going to be like the one at the restaurant?”
“Sort of. Would you get a paper and pen please?”
She shakes her head and gets up, but humor and interest is etched all over her pretty face.
Taking the paper from her, I tear it into strips and begin writing sexual acts and other things of a sexual nature on them.
“You’re taking forever, and the curiosity is killing me,” she says.
“Hey, we can skip this and go to your bedroom if you’d like.” I glance over at her about the time she’s chugging her beer.
“Want another?” she asks.
“I thought you shouldn’t drink any more tonight.”
“I have a strong suspicion it’s needed for whatever you’re doing there.” She’s circling her pointed finger toward the strips of paper I haven’t allowed her to peek at.
“Sure, I’ll take another.” I finish and when she returns, I trade her for the beer. “Look through these. We’re going to take turns reading off a question, and we lose an article of clothing for each that we haven’t done.”
“That will not be fair. I will be naked in only a few turns.”
“I thought you’ve had your fair share of experiences, Reese.”
She huffs and begins reading through them.
“If there is anything you’d like to add, feel free,” I say as I lay the pen and blank strips near her. I watch her gasp and eyes grow rounder as goes through them, but she makes great effort to appear unscathed by the task.
“Hmm …” Picking up the pen, Reese begins scribbling.
Damn, am I ever curious over what she’s writing.
“OK, I’m finished, but I should get to put my panties back on since clearly you will have the advantage in this game. Did you even write anything down that you haven’t done?”
Oh, her attitude gets me worked up.
“Yes, I put some things I haven’t tried. Why don’t one of us draw, but we’ll both answer. That way we’ll learn more about each other.”
She takes a breath a
nd dramatically drops her shoulders during the exhale. “Fine, but I’m putting my panties back on first.” Padding across the room, she seems a bit tipsy. I shuffle the papers and take a lengthy drink of my beer.
I’ve never done anything like this before, but one of my reasons for a no strings attached arrangement with Reese is for the opportunity to be adventurous.
I don’t want to scout bars for one night stands, and most women won’t do the things I want the night they meet me, anyway.
“Ladies first,” I say as she takes a seat.
“Please let me get an easy one,” she mumbles. Dragging her bottom lip through her teeth, she grabs from the stack. “Easy peasy.”
“Have you ever had sex in the shower? Why yes, I have.” She says this as if I should be impressed. She is so losing her clothes quickly.
“So have I.” I grab a slip of paper. “Have you ever fucked in a public restroom? Yes, I’ve done that, too.”
Reese scowls. “Why did you write fucked on that one but not on the shower question?”
I shrug my shoulders. “Bathrooms are dirtier. It fit. Better get used to the word, and what are you really mad about? Haven’t done it?” I ask teasingly.
“No. I haven’t.” She sighs and pulls her sweater over her head. Dammit, I better get to touch her once she’s naked. Her tits are set high and barely covered in her lace bra.
“Have you ever kissed someone of the same sex?” she asks.
I’m now scowling. “You wrote that question knowing damn well I probably haven’t. And to think I tried to give you the advantage on a few. That’s OK since I’m sure you’re about to strip an article of clothing, too.”
She giggles, and I realize it’s the first time I’ve heard her laugh. Reese has worn this serious barrier every second I’ve been around her, so we’re making progress, and it’s the sweetest sound.
“I have never kissed a man.” After unbuttoning my shirt, I toss it to the floor. Reese watches me the entire time, scanning my chest and abs. I’m about to cross this couch and pounce on her. “What are you waiting for, fancy face? Take something off.”
A smile of satisfaction spreads to her cute little ears.
“I’ve kissed a woman.”
“Damn, you’re sharing this story.” To say I’m surprised is an understatement.
“Three words you will hear a lot; back in college …”
Holding my hand up, I bend my fingers down toward my palm a few times as if I’m signaling her to come to me. “No, I want details.”
“Not now.”
“Did you use your tongue?”
She rolls her eyes. “Yes, can we continue?”
“Damn, I’ve seen two girls kiss, but to watch you do it would be much more exciting.” I grab a slip of paper. “Have you performed sixty-nine? Yes I have.”
“I haven’t,” she says shyly before glancing away.
“Reese, I was sparing you on that one. You told me over dinner that you’ve lived with a man. How have you never done it?”
“No one ever asked me to.”
“Have you ever wanted to try it?” I ask, my gaze piercing her as the image of us doing just that skyrockets my urge to be with her.
Her face turns beet red. “Maybe.” Standing, she shimmies out of her jeans.
Holy fuck. I take in every curve of her waist, hips and thighs, my gaze continuing to her pretty feet and toes.
“Look, I’m not a size eight, so sorry if I disappoint.”
“Reese, your body is beautiful. There is something there to admire … flesh that I’d like nothing more than to grab hold of.” Her insecurities are in the forefront as she curls her legs up against her side on the couch, her feet tucking under her ass.
“Please don’t hide your body from me. It’s amazing.”
Her response being only a frown, she picks up another slip of paper. “Have you ever had anal sex? Uh, that would be a no.” She never makes eye contact as she leans over the table and picks up her beer.
“I haven’t, either.”
Her eyes dart to me, a sense of relief flooding them.
“Really?”
“No, Reese. No one I’ve been with would’ve tried it. It doesn’t mean I don’t want to.”
“Oh,” she says before I lose her gaze again. Standing, I strip off my jeans, leaving only my boxer briefs. I can’t help but smirk as she attempts to observe without me noticing.
“I’m waiting,” I say as I take a seat back on the couch. Quickening breaths leave her open mouth as she unhooks her bra in the front and tosses it to the floor. Her knees pull up in front of her after, and I’m not havin’ that.
“You’re not playing fair, covering yourself up that much.” I get another eye roll before she turns to face me, stretching her legs out in front of her. “Son of a bitch.”
“What’s wrong?” she asks anxiously.
“You better let me touch you when this is over. I’m dying over here.”
She lowers her head and snickers. Hurriedly, I grab a slip of paper. This is the one that should get us to our birthday suits. “Have you ever participated in a threesome? No, I haven’t.” I stand again and strip off my boxers. Starting at my feet, her eyes work their way up and stop at my erection.
“Son of a bitch,” she says.
“What’s wrong, Reese?” I’m grinning as I brazenly stand before her.
“You better let me touch you when this is over. I’m dying over here.” Half a minute passes before her gaze finally lifts to mine, bringing ten shades of red with it. “Um, I’ve sort of had a threesome. One more beer, and I would’ve gone through with it.”
“No way. You have to share this story.”
She sighs before nibbling on her lip.
“Back in college,” she says with a giggle, “I was pretty drunk and spending time with this cool guy at a frat party. This girl, who swung both ways and had a few classes with me, came over and started chatting it up.
“She was drunk, too, and propositioned us. The guy got super excited and was all for it. I wasn’t interested in her, but I was afraid they’d go off together, and it made me jealous, so I agreed.” She scrunches her forehead. “I don’t want to tell the rest.”
“I’m stripped down naked in front of you. You shouldn’t be embarrassed at this point.”
She sighs even louder. “We found a bedroom upstairs and the three of us sat on the bed. He started kissing me, which I was glad it was me and not her, but then she started touching my chest.
“Before I knew it, she had my shirt off, and at this point the guy backed away, only wanting to watch the two of us. We began kissing, and I didn’t want to be with her, so I grabbed my shirt and fled the scene. I imagine he would’ve joined back in, but I panicked.”
“Another beer and you wouldn’t have?”
“I believe I would’ve gone through with all of it.”
“Do you regret what you did?”
“I wasn’t attracted to her, so I shouldn’t have agreed to do it. That’s all I regret.”
“So, if you found a woman attractive, would you participate now?”
“I’ve never had a desire to be with a woman, but I could see possibly enjoying it, from strictly a sexual standpoint. I doubt I could get the courage though.”
“Thanks for sharing, and since you took that like a champ, I’ll let you keep those panties on for a few more minutes, even though I don’t count that as a threesome.” I wink at her.
“I can’t believe I shared that with you. I’ve never told anyone that story.” Leaning over, she picks up another strip of paper. “Have I ever been tied up?”
“No, I haven’t.”
“I haven’t, either,” I say with a chuckle.
Rolling her eyes and getting to her feet, she slowly slips off her black panties. Her eyes are inviting and eager, so I’m up fast, moving toward her and closing the few feet between us.
My hands run down her bare arms, inciting a visible shiver. “See, I’m harm
less. I haven’t done much more than you.”
“We didn’t get through all the questions.”
“The rest are no’s, but I want more than anything to make some of them yeses with you.” Her hypnotic green eyes transcend all others in beauty.
“Don’t over think this, Reese. We’re adults who are attracted to each other. There’s nothing wrong with what we’re doing. Trust me.”
Chapter Eight
Reese
His gaze is a volcano of scorching passion, bubbling … waiting. And I believe he couldn’t stop it from erupting if he tried.
Reaching out my hand, I take hold of his and bring it to my mouth to kiss before I pull him behind me to the hallway.
Every nerve ending in my body has been called to attention, waiting to orchestrate the signals of pleasure, and I have no doubt that Everett Casteel knows how to give it.
I hear the door close behind me. I’m paralyzed, unsure of what to do next. His sizzling breath suns my neck as his hands glide around my waist, sliding along my stomach, my body flinching as the tingling sensations dance under my skin.
“Please, Reese, let me bury myself deep inside you,” he whispers before my hair is pushed over one shoulder, his lips crawling along the other. The pleasure has me leaning my head over, luring him in.
“I’m–I’m on the pill, so … I mean, only if you’re comfortable with it since we’ve been pretty exclusive with people, you don’t have to use a condom.”
His growl drums against my ear as his straining cock shoves against my ass. “Fuck, I’ve never desired a woman to this depth. I feel like a kid in a toy store, unsure of which aisle to run to. There are countless experiences I want share with you.”
Hands slide up to my breasts, fingers languidly circling and kneading, the pleasure seeping through my pores, spreading–coursing–rushing until I’m wet with need.
Everett scoops me up and carries me to the bed before laying me in the center of it. He straddles my legs, and I get another look at his virile body, rock-hard and chiseled in all the right places.
A tattoo with the word “trust” sits under his left pectoral, the letters rippling over the contoured slab of exquisite form. His mouth is soon skirting down my neck until it’s over my nipple, tongue tauntingly flicking.
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