Chapter Nine #2
I hadn’t planned to meet a man so all in with me he took my breath.
I didn’t want to hurt him by not being as invested–
The word sunk in.
She’s sure invested in you.
A chill trickled through me.
“Don’t know why it’s faster if you order at the bar.” Dan settled a burger basket in front me, fries steaming. His basket held a huge chili cheese dog. Two bottles of beer, condensation dripping down the side already, hit the table with a quiet thunk.
I blinked, my throat aching. “I really like you.”
“That’s good.” He smiled, although a quizzical frown pulled his brows together. “I like you, too.”
Like. Not love. I released a breath, settling myself. We were just here, dating.
I ate, not really tasting anything, and the bites seemed to stick in my throat. After we finished, he waved at his friends, and we made our way back to my house. When he parked in the driveway, I turned to him, a hint of desperation twisting in my chest. “Do you want to stay?”
The stern line of his mouth softened. He brushed my hair behind my ear. “Of course I want to stay.”
I reached for my door. “Let’s go.”
He laughed and slid out of the truck. “You’re supposed to wait for me to come around.”
Meeting him at the hood, I caught his hand and tugged him toward the porch. “I’m eager.”
Taut emotion pulsed through me, some urge to claim him while returning us to a familiar footing. We were always on the same page in bed. He wanted me even while he was figuring things out, and it was okay to want him while I figured things out.
He pushed the door closed behind us and threw the lock. Still holding his hand, I led him through to my bedroom. There, I reached for his hem, tugged his shirt over his head.
With an easy chuckle, he toed out of his shoes and cupped my cheek. “You weren’t kidding.”
Kicking off my own shoes, I pressed into him, kissing the side of his neck.
I nudged him toward the bed until he sat on the edge.
I peeled my blouse off and shimmied out of my jeans, his eyes on me.
A bulge pushed against his zipper. Reaching behind me, I released my bra and let it fall to the floor.
I slipped my panties down my legs and stepped out of them.
Swaying closer, I gripped both of his knees and pushed his thighs apart to kneel between them.
Holding his gaze, I reached for his button and zipper, fingers brushing the hardness beneath the denim.
Curling my fingers in his waistband, I pulled, and he lifted his hips so I could tug his jeans and boxer briefs down.
A dusky red, his erection jutted from a nest of dark, coarse hair. I wrapped my hand around him, a slow up and down movement. He hissed, his hand flexing on the mattress. I flicked a quick glance up at him before leaning in to drag my tongue down the vein on the underside.
He curled his hand into a fist.
“Hell.” His voice emerged rough and strangled.
I smiled and closed my mouth about him. With a harsh groan, he cupped my head with a gentle hand, and I told myself the way my eyes prickled was the stretch, having him fill my mouth.
“So good,” he rasped. A single finger brushed below my ear, caressed my cheek, my jaw. “So damn good, baby.”
I blinked, my eyes stinging. Sex talk was fine. We liked one another, and it was always hot.
That was enough.
The muscles in his thighs were rigid, to match how hard he was in my mouth, and I pressed my legs together, trying to soothe the swollen, achy emptiness there.
I wanted him inside me. Needed him inside me.
Releasing him, I scrambled to straddle his thighs, poising over him.
Panic bloomed in his eyes, pupils wide and dark with pleasure. “Condom.”
“We’ve both been tested.” I rubbed the broad head, wet with fluid and saliva, over my clit, sparks of sensation shooting through me. I ached, inner walls clenching, all of me tight and breathless. “I’m on the pill. We could go bare. If you want to.”
Indecision flickered over his face, a hit of pleasure tightening his jaw as I rubbed him through my wetness once more. I was dripping for him and he hadn’t even touched me.
“I want to.” His rough voice rumbled over me, and my belly went tight.
Positioning him, my eyes locked on his, I sank down. He was hot, hard, filling me. I whimpered, holding on to his shoulders, wanting him deeper.
A grunt tore from his throat, and he gripped my hips, rocking me as he lunged into me. He rubbed against my clit with each movement.
“Oh.” I huddled closer, grabbing his hair in a fist, grinding into him. “Yes.”
He kissed my throat, my shoulder, my collarbone, a slight rake of his teeth on my skin as he fucked up into me, all controlled power in the rhythm he’d learned with me.
I bit my lip, pleasure coiling tighter and tighter in my belly, between my legs, around him, until I came apart, waves of pulsations spreading out where he filled me.
“Hell.” He held me in place, lunging up once, twice more, so I felt him swell and pulse deep inside me.
I’d never gone bare with a guy before. The acidic scent of his come filled my nose, and I felt the warm fluid trickle free where we were still joined.
Dropping my head to his shoulder, I shuddered in his arms, aftershocks firing from my clit, and his chuckle vibrated through me. He kissed my shoulder.
The muscles in my thighs and belly trembled.
Practice. That’s what we were doing.
That was all.
Just practice for the real thing when it arrived.