Chapter 2
I blinked at Warren, unsure if I was hearing him right or if I’d hit my head and fallen into some sex dream. There was no way that Warren Strickland was asking me to stay in his room with him. Not a chance.
“You’re beautiful. You were pretty as a girl, but you’re so damn stunning as a woman, it almost hurts to look at you.” He inched closer, and that smile slipped to reveal something hungrier. “Stay with me.”
My hand went to my throat like I was clutching for my pearls. I didn’t wear pearls, but I was feeling scandalized. “Why?”
“Why not?”
I fought to keep my eyes on his face, but he was so naked and so strong. Water droplets trailed down his chest and—Jesus, I wasn’t keeping my eyes on his face. I shook my head and forced a laugh. “Nice one, Warren. Good to see you still like to mess with people.”
Warren closed the gap between us and rested his hand on my hip. “Not messing with you.”
I sucked in a breath that smelled like pine and sunshine. My stomach tightened in a whole new way, and I felt butterflies take flight. He was serious. I could see it in his eyes. He was interested. “Do you always jump in bed with the first woman you see while horny?”
His other hand gripped my other hip and pulled me into his chest. The hardness of his erection pressed into my stomach, and his heat seeped through my clothes, along with his dampness. “I know what I want when I see it, Cupcake.”
“I can’t believe you’re still calling me that.” I sounded husky. Why did I sound so husky?
“You never did like that name, did you?” Warren smiled then, his perfect teeth showing like the big, bad wolf. “You never got it. You thought we were making fun of you.”
“You were.”
“Cupcakes are sweet and delicious, Sara. I’ve always had a sweet tooth.” He stroked my waist, an area that I didn’t like people touching. “Still do, apparently.”
My breath caught in my throat and I opened my mouth to say something, but nothing came out. What he was saying didn’t make sense. What I was doing didn’t make sense.
“Why don’t you stay? Let me indulge myself.”
“Macy. I can’t.”
“Implying that you could if Macy didn’t figure into the equation.” Warren wrapped his arm around me, his hand settling low on my back. “Do what you want.”
What did I want? Warren had been a giant frog to me when I was a kid, but he looked so good, and I’d been so lonely.
I wanted his body, without a doubt. My body was on fire with want.
But I couldn’t sleep with Macy’s brother; she’d kill me.
I didn’t want to hurt her. I wanted him, though.
I wanted the way he was holding me to never stop, and I wanted to feel the heft of his cock in me.
“Come on, little Cupcake. Tell me what you want.”
“What about tomorrow? It would be weird.”
“We’re both adults. If you don’t want more of me, I won’t push you.” He let out a slow breath. “I won’t push you now, either.”
I felt like crying when he pulled away and walked backward to sit on the edge of the bed. His heavy cock bobbed against his abs and he took it in his hand and just held it. My mouth watered and I swore. “This is a bad idea.”
“Why?”
I dropped my purse. “You are an asshole.”
“I was an asshole.” He gave me another of his charming smiles, the effect only slightly dimmed because of his naked state. “I’m not a little boy anymore, Cupcake.”
“I see that.” I looked away from his erection and licked my lips. “You’re my best friend’s brother.”
“Which means I have a vested interest in not making a mess of things.”
I took a step towards him. “I just broke up with my boyfriend of two years because I found out he was cheating on me. I’m an emotional wreck.”
“Want me to make it better?”
I smiled despite myself. “This is a terrible idea. Probably the worst I’ve ever had.”
“Best I ever had.”
“One time.”
Warren was closing the distance between us instantly. He pulled me into his chest and then he kissed me. His lips were hot and demanding as he did it, and I felt a surge of need like nothing I’d ever felt before.
I’d known him since I was six, but it felt like I was kissing a stranger. He was different. He wrapped his arm around my waist and held me tight while his other hand cupped my head and deepened the kiss. He didn’t rush it; he slowly explored my mouth and drove me crazy.
His comfort in his naked state, his ease in kissing me, it was intoxicating.
In just seconds, he’d already worked me into a state of arousal that I couldn’t remember ever being in before.
I realized all of a sudden just how desperately I needed what he was giving me.
The part of my brain that was worried about the future shut off and I gave into my desires completely.
I ran my hands over his shoulders and down his back, feeling ripples of muscle flex. I sucked the tip of his tongue and quivered at the groan he released. I felt his cock pulse between us and shivered. I wanted to feel it. I’d wanted to since seeing him spread out before me in the shower.
I reached between us and took him into my hand. Heavy and hot, he was so thick that I could barely wrap my fingers all the way around. I stroked him, hungry for more, hungry to push him into the same crazy desperation that I was feeling.
Warren swore and tugged at my shirt. Lifting it up and over my head, he tossed it away and then stared down at my chest. “Fuck, you’re beautiful.”
Slipping into myself a bit, I smiled shyly and fought the urge to cross my arms around myself. I wasn’t a little girl anymore. I was a proud woman and there was nothing wrong with my body. It was hard to remember that when standing next to Warren, though. He was perfect.
Warren took my hand away from his cock and put my hands on his shoulders.
Then, leaning down, he stared into my eyes as he ran his hands down my sides and over my waist. He pressed his knuckles into my stomach and stroked up to the valley between my breasts.
His pupils dilated and he licked his lips, showing me his desire hadn’t dwindled.
“Don’t hide yourself from me, Cupcake.” He kissed me fiercely, his mouth searing mine. “You have nothing that I don’t want to devour. Desperately.”
I groaned when he kissed down my jaw and across my collarbone. His teeth nipped my shoulder as his hands unhooked my bra. My heart skipped an eager little beat as he trapped the material between our bodies and grabbed two handfuls of my ass.
Lifting me like I weighed nothing, he turned us around and walked me to the bed. Gently laying me down, he moved back and took my bra with him, leaving me exposed. “Jesus.”
I fought another urge to cover myself and instead stretched my body out, doing everything I could to appear sleek and smooth.
I could see that I didn’t have to bother, judging by the way Warren was looking at me.
His eyes were hungry, not unlike those of a predator in the wild spotting its dinner. I felt sexy under that gaze.
He spread his hands across my stomach and stroked up until he was cupping my breasts in his hands.
He moaned out another curse as he brushed his thumbs over my hard nipples.
Bracing himself around me, he lowered his mouth and kissed me.
His breath mingled with mine as he held my gaze. “These are perfect.”
I swallowed audibly as he lowered his mouth to the swell of my breasts and tasted my skin.
Then, lower, he stroked me with his hot tongue.
I felt like I was floating away as his mouth clamped over my nipple and he tugged.
I writhed under him, wanting more while never wanting him to stop.
I shoved my hands into his damp curly hair and held onto him.
Warren sucked and teased my nipples until I moaned in agony, needing a release.
I needed him to touch me. I lifted my hips, trying to brush against him and feel the slightest bit of tension, but he twisted his hips away from me and then kissed down my stomach.
He nibbled my skin and licked the birthmark just under my right breast. He circled my navel with his tongue and then flicked it before sitting up.
With his body on top of my legs, I couldn’t move.
I wiggled, but it was no use. Warren’s eyes practically glittered with pleasure as he watched me.
He was on edge, too, because he only hesitated a moment before he tugged at the hem of my leggings, working them off of me.
He knelt at the foot of the bed and finished undressing me completely before looking up at me.
“Spread your legs, Cupcake. It’s time for me to finally know how sweet this pussy is.”
I swooned at the sound of him saying something so vulgar. I’d never liked that kind of talk much before, but when Warren did it, it worked. I was so far gone that I’d lost all sense of shame. I spread my legs for him and was instantly rewarded.
Warren buried his face between my thighs and inhaled deeply before stroking me from back to front with his strong tongue. His dark chuckle at my gasp felt too good against my clit. Again, he lowered his mouth and stroked me. I dug my hands into the bedding and swore his name.
“Warren, please!”
He chuckled again and then speared his tongue into me.
My hips bucked, but he wrapped his arm over them and held me steady as he fucked me with his tongue until I was moaning and crying out his name.
His sounds of pleasure at eating me were so sexy, and I knew I’d found a man who loved pleasuring a woman. It was too good to be true.
Tossing my head from side to side, I moaned louder. “Need to come. Make me come.”