I’d made a huge mistake.
I shouldn’t have changed my mind.
A low rumble rolled up my throat, my mouth drying immediately.
She was a walking wet dream.
Yep, it was decided. Two dates was an acceptable amount of time before having sex. Acceptable because that’s all I was going to last - or one and a half. Still, that was definitely something to be proud of.
I should award myself a medal.
This medal is awarded to Drew Alexander Crawley for holding out a record five hours and forty-three minutes (plus the two days since the club, which totally counts) against Emerson Reeves, the most tempting vixen in the world.
Why, thank you very much. I accept this award.
You know sometimes when almost naked is more naked than actual naked? Because that’s exactly what she was, almost naked, standing in front of me, in her bikini.
Although I’m not even sure you could call what she was wearing a bikini. It was more like three miniature triangles.
Miniature.
And so fucking sexy.
I gave a silent prayer that she’d never ever worn in it public.
Even though it was eighty nine degrees, her nipples were rock hard, literally pointing right at me, desperate for my attention, like they’d missed me as much as I’d missed them.
My mouth started watering.
Here’s the thing about me - on any given day, if I was asked which part of a woman’s body was my favorite, it would be tits. No question. I wouldn’t even have to think about it. I loved them.
Loved them.
Nuzzling them, sucking them, squeezing them, fucking them.
And there, right in front of me, was the most remarkable pair I’d ever had the privilege to lay eyes on, let alone touch, in my entire life, all full and bouncy and pert.
And one hundred percent natural.
Tits that had been the star of nearly all my fantasies for the past year, and even then, I hadn’t done them justice. But there they were, barely contained in two flimsy isosceles triangles.
I had no doubt Mr. Pennies, my sixth-grade math teacher, would be proud of me for remembering that little nugget of geometry and applying it to a real-life situation.
Because I was no longer dreaming, and this was definitely a real-life situation.
As she looked up, her incredible breasts wriggled like excitable puppies, susceptible to the slightest movement, ecstatic at being let loose from that hideous sports bra jail she’d kept them locked up in all morning.
Her gaze travelled along my body, soaking me in, making my dick swell to painful proportions. Licking her lips like I was her next meal, a dark smile curved along her mouth, telling me she knew exactly what she was doing to me.
This woman was danger and magic and fire all rolled into one.
And she fucking owned me.
I’m not sure why I’d been so determined to hold out on sex, because in that precise moment, I couldn’t even remember my own name.
I walked over to her, running my nose along her jaw, inhaling her warm, intoxicating scent of sweat and sunshine. I took her earlobe between my teeth and felt her body shiver in reaction.
“You’re determined to make me break, aren’t you?”
