Chapter 10
Chapter Ten
SUTTON
T he closer we get to Derek’s house, the more nervous I become. I’ve only been with one guy my entire life.
My ex-husband.
He was not the most generous in the bedroom. Half the time I never came. Did it suck that he ran off with another woman? Yes.
But I get more pleasure from my vibrator than I ever did from him, so it wasn’t the end of the world.
I shake those thoughts away. The last thing I need to be thinking about is the cobwebs growing down there.
Not when I’m pulling into Derek’s driveway.
Derek is waiting there, ready to open the door to my old beat-up car. If it’s not broken, why replace it?
“I was worried you’d change your mind,” he tells me as I unfurl myself from the driver’s seat.
I run a hand down his chest, trying to use him to settle my nerves. “Can I tell you something?”
“Always.” Derek covers my hand with his.
“I haven’t been with anyone in a long time.”
“Okay.” It doesn’t faze him. His brown eyes glow in the street lamps. “Is that all? ”
“I’ve only been with my ex and?—”
Derek cuts me off with the sweetest kiss, silencing all the thoughts swirling around in my brain.
“It doesn’t matter, Sutton. I’m glad you’re here taking a chance with me.”
“How is it you know just what to say?”
Derek’s smile does funny things to my insides. “It’s the truth. I want you more than I’ve ever wanted any person in my life.”
That gives me the confidence I need. “Then what are we waiting for?”
Derek takes my hand in his and leads me in through the garage. I don’t pay attention to anything as he shows me the way to his bedroom. I’ve already seen his place; I don’t need another tour.
I take in his room as he goes in and flips on the bedside lamp. The king-size bed is covered in dark sheets. It smells exactly like Derek and that has heat gathering low in my core. Drawing the curtains closed, he turns to face me with lust-darkened eyes.
“What do you need?” Derek’s voice is low, gruff.
Closing the distance between the two of us, I unhook each button on his shirt. With each inch of skin exposed, I see tattoos across his chest. I want to trace them with my tongue.
“What are you thinking?” Derek asks.
“What?” My eyes flit up to meet his.
“You just licked your lips,” he points out.
“I want to trace these tattoos with my tongue.”
I shock myself with my boldness. I’m not like this. I’m the giver. The one always worrying about everyone else and putting herself last.
Not tonight.
Tonight, I’m going to take what I want. I want to be the bold, confident woman who doesn’t worry about her limited experience with guys .
Derek shrugs out of his shirt as I undo the last button.
“You can do whatever you want, Sutton.”
“I can?” I take a small step back, eyes raking over his bare chest. “God, you are like a wet dream.”
I don’t care that it slips out. The six-pack—hell, an eight-pack—graces his beautiful stomach. Grabbing the hem of my shirt, I pull it off over my head and drop it at my feet.
“Sutton. Fuck. You’re beautiful.”
Running a hand over his abs, I push him down on the bed and step between his legs. I love that he is giving me control. It makes me feel powerful.
I trace my finger over Derek’s collarbone, taking everything about this man in. My touch is reverent as it covers every bare inch of skin I can get my hands on. Derek’s hands hold the back of my thighs, but they don’t move. He isn’t pushing me, and it makes me fall that much harder for him.
“Sutton. Please.”
The plea that spills from his lips has me tipping his chin up and kissing him. Derek grabs my hips and pulls me down on his lap. I whimper at the feel of his dick between my own legs. He is huge and I’m going to feel it for days.
My nails dig into his shoulders as I hold on for dear life. The tangle of our tongues has fire heating up my entire body.
I’ve never been more on edge in my entire life, and hell, all we’ve done is kiss.
Large hands drift up my back and undo the clasp on my bra. Derek’s lips trail down my neck in a whisper of a touch. When he gets to my shoulder, his lips follow the strap of my bra down.
“Sutton,” he growls. “I can’t stand how fucking sexy you are.”
He presses open-mouthed kisses down my chest before taking my nipple into his mouth.
“Oh God!”
I have no time to be embarrassed about my body as Derek lavishes it with attention. The way his tongue devours my nipple like he needs it to breathe has me grinding even harder over him.
“More, Derek. I need more.”
Wrapping me in his arms, Derek lifts me up and moves me to the center of the bed. He wastes no time as he toes out of his shoes and drops his shorts to the floor. The tent in his boxers has me pushing up onto my elbows.
“I told you, Sutton. I’ll give you whatever you want.” He rubs a palm over the growing bulge.
“I want you to split me wide open.”
Derek crawls up the bed, holding his weight over me. The grin on his face is cocky, but I know he can back it up as he rolls his hips against my jean-clad pussy.
“I’ve got you.”
Derek does another roll of his hips, and it has mine rising off the bed to meet his. I’m wearing far too many clothes and want to feel him against me.
Derek captures my mouth with his, settling his weight on top of me. I wrap my legs around him as our kisses grow heated. We’re learning and discovering what the other likes as our hands roam. His hand finds the button on my jeans and unsnaps it, resting there, and the feel of it low on my stomach has me moaning against his lips.
“Are you wet for me, Sutton? What will I find here?”
Derek rests back on his knees and pulls open the sides of my jeans.
“Find out for yourself,” I egg him on. I want his mouth on my pussy. To feel what he can do to me when he brings me to orgasm. I want everything with Derek.
Taking care to pull my jeans off my legs, his eyes lock on to mine as he hooks a finger into my underwear and they follow the same path as my pants.
I want to squirm under Derek’s gaze, to try and close myself off to this man. But that’s not what the confident woman in me is doing tonight.
No. Because the way Derek is looking at me is sinful. Tossing my underwear behind him, Derek pulls me closer to him, opening me wider to him.
“Can I tell you how I’ve imagined this?” He drags a finger through my wetness. “How turned on you’d be if we ever got to do this?”
“I’ve imagined you doing it.”
“What do you imagine?” Derek asks. Shifting back, he licks a path up my inner thigh before nipping at my hip.
“Coming on your tongue.”
“Do you want it?”
I peer down at him, and is there a sexier sight than Derek between my legs? I don’t think so.
“More than anything.”
“It’s your night, Sutton. I’ll give you anything.”
“Then make me come.”
A cocky grin is the last thing I see before Derek is sealing his mouth over my clit and playing me like a fiddle.
“Derek!” I shout, sinking my hands into his hair. I hold tight as his tongue does magical things to me. “Holy shit!”
“C’mon, baby. I want you to come for me.”
Incoherent words spill from my lips as Derek slides a finger inside of me. With the way his mouth is working me over and the curl of his finger inside of me, I’m exploding in no time.
It’s the best orgasm of my life, an out-of-body experience. My thighs are squeezing his head as I try to keep myself grounded. But it feels like I’m floating. On a high I’ve never felt.
Derek sits up, wiping his mouth, and it’s sexy to see my release on his lips. Reaching to him, I pull him down to kiss him.
I’ve never done this before. I feel wanton and sexy as I taste my orgasm on his lips. Pushing the back of his boxers down, I squeeze his ass and pull him into me. His cock is hard, and I can’t wait to feel it inside me.
“See how good you taste?”
I’m chasing his mouth as he pulls back.
“Derek…” I’m not above whining to get what I want tonight. “I want you inside me.”
Giving me another quick kiss, Derek pops off the bed and moves to the nightstand. He drops his boxers and pulls a condom out of the drawer and rolls it down his hard length.
Derek gives himself a few slow strokes and I track the movement. “This is what you want?”
“Damn you.” I laugh. “You know I do.”
Derek settles back over me before lining himself up and pushing the head inside.
“Derek.” I dig my nails into his back, stretching wide around him. There’s a slight bit of pain that Derek must sense and he stills, letting me adjust.
“Tell me when you’re ready.”
The care in his voice has my heart melting in my chest. I don’t know how I got so lucky finding this man, but I’m holding on as tight as I can.
“Okay. Keep going.”
Derek pushes in, slow inch by slow inch, letting me adjust as he goes. By the time he sinks all the way in, he’s keeping true to his word and ready to split me open.
“God, Sutton. You are perfect. Fucking perfect.” Derek presses kisses against my shoulder and neck as he reaches between us to strum my clit to help ease the sting away.
“Not as good as you.”
My hands roam over his strong back as he gives a tentative pump of his hips. It has a groan escaping me.
“You ready?”
“Yes.”
Heat and tension grow. One single strike of a match and the both of us could explode. Derek is a perfect match for me. The way our bodies meld together is like we were made for one another.
I take each pump of his hips with growing ease. Sweat slicks our skin as we move together. Each grunt that comes out of Derek is pushing me closer to toppling off the edge.
“Fuck, Sutton. I need you to come again so I can come.”
Derek grabs my legs and pulls them over his shoulders to drive farther inside me. Deeper.
“Gah!” With another thrust of his hips, I’m coming again. It’s not as powerful as the first but still overwhelming.
Every part of my body is in tune with Derek’s as I feel him come inside the condom. I don’t think I’ve ever felt anything like this.
It’s about as close to perfect as it can get.
“Holy shit, Sutton.” Derek pulls out of me as we both come down from our releases. “Give me a minute.”
I watch as he heads to the bathroom, disposes of the condom, and comes back with a washcloth to clean me up. The tenderness in his touch has me reaching for him. I cannot get enough of this man. All I want is to be held in his arms now.
“Come here.” I hold my hand out to him and tug him into bed with me. He pulls the sheets over us and me into his arms.
It’s easy to sink into his hold as his fingers drift up and down my arm. “That was incredible, Derek. You’ve wrung me out.”
“Happy to give you what you want.” He presses a kiss to the crown of my head. “Now, get some sleep. I want to do this again and again.”
“Mmm.” I yawn against his chest. “Yes.”
Morning comes too soon. My body aches in the best way. I don’t know what is going to happen between me and Derek, but I don’t ever want to forget how I’m feeling right now.
“Hi.”
Derek is standing in the doorway, wearing a pair of sweats and a tight T-shirt, holding two to-go cups of coffee in his hands.
“Hi.” I sit up, covering my bare chest with the sheet. “You already ran out?”
Derek pushes off the door and comes to sit next to me on the bed. “I have. Pancakes are ready to be made for us, and I got some donuts you can take home for Lydia.”
“Derek.”
Not caring that I haven’t brushed my teeth, I give him a kiss to show him everything I’m feeling. Who else would think about my daughter? It has me in a puddle for this man.
“I wish I didn’t have to leave so early,” I tell him truthfully. “But I want to see Lydia before she goes with her dad today.”
“Believe me, I get it. I’m out the door to get Troy right after breakfast.”
“We’ll have to figure something else out for next time.” I take the cup of coffee from him and take a large sip, letting it wake me up.
Perfection.
“A next time?” Derek waggles his eyebrows at me. “Awfully presumptuous, Sutton.”
Laughter burbles out of me. “Okay. You know you want it too.”
A serious look washes over his face. “I do. I want whatever you can give me, Sutton.”
Grabbing his hand in mine, I hold his gaze. “Our lives are crazy. There’s no use denying it. But I’ll do whatever I can to make time for you.”
Derek gives me a quick kiss before dropping his forehead to mine. “Why don’t you come to the game on Friday night? Bring Lydia. My parents will be there with Troy.”
“Think it might be too soon for that?” I ask.
Derek shakes his head. “Not with you.”
I sink into his hold, trying not to crush my coffee cup as I lay one on him. Why did I ever allow Jameson to let me question this man’s character?
The man who bought donuts so I could take them home to my daughter. Whose touch is so caring and tender that I fall that much deeper with each caress.
“Yes.”
Because I will do whatever it takes to be at that game on Friday.
I want it more than anything.