Page 43 of Miss Typed

“You think I’m only kissing you because of it?”

The voices of self-doubt in my head were hard to quiet. “I don’t want you to feel obligated.”

“This is why I need to pay you back. Because I can’t have that money between us. I just want you, pure and simple. The same as I did the day you came by with bacon and beer. The same as I will tomorrow or the next day.”

I swallowed hard at her admission while hope unfurled in my chest. Maybe it was that simple. “I need to taste you.”

“Taste me?” She then blushed ten shades of red “Oh, you mean...?”

Fucking adorable. “Yes. Come get on the bed.” I took her hand to lead her out, watching her lie back on the tangled covers. My hands were shaking with my anticipation. It was like opening a gift when I undid the towel and parted it, leaving her completely naked. “You’re beautiful,” I murmured, marveling at her perfection of full breasts with hardened nipples, flat stomach, flared hips, and long, dancer legs. Her pussy was bare pink perfection. The thought of anyone else getting this glimpse made me feel insanely possessive.

“You make me feel beautiful when you look at me the way you do. Any chance you could take off your shirt?”

My confidence soared to know how much she desired me. “You seem to have a thing for me without a shirt?” I fisted it over my head in one movement and watched the way her eyes locked on my chest.

“I won’t bother to pretend I don’t.” She giggled up until the point I moved my hand to her calf, stroking up to her thigh.

“I wish we had more time.”

“I wish we’d done this last night.” She situated a pillow under her head.

I’d been hung up on the idea of the money instead of having paid attention to how this woman desired me. In the light of day, my insecurity seemed stupid. “Me, too, but—”

She interrupted, “It’s okay. I think I’m starting to understand it.”

She would. Because she was more tuned in to me than I was tuned in to myself. The thought was both comforting and terrifying. I swallowed hard, refusing to dwell on it when I had perfection laid out in front of me.

Her skin was soft like a whisper, smooth against my rough hands. I warred internally, wanting to take my time but recognizing we didn’t have a lot to spare before she needed to leave. I decided the best position for my leg was if I lay down on my stomach. My face was inches from the most intimate part of her, my nose inhaling her scent. She was the perfect wine, and I was about to taste her.

My lips trailed up her inner thighs, leaving light butterfly kisses. I enjoyed the way she sucked in a breath at each contact, her entire body tensing with anticipation. She wasn’t the only one anticipating. Finally, unable to hold back any longer, I pressed my face into her perfect, pink pussy.

I’d try to make this first experience good for her, even if it was all I could do not to come in my pants. I glanced up, needing to see her face. Her eyes were closed, her teeth biting her bottom lip, while her breath came out in soft little pants. Sexy didn’t begin to describe how she looked.

She tasted as sweet as I’d fantasized. Her hands gripped the sheets when I fastened my lips around her clit wanting to worship her. I loved the way she arched when I flattened my tongue and ran the length of her.

My thought was to tease her at first, but after a taste, I couldn’t wait. I dove in with a growl. Lips, tongue, and teeth all worked together on her clit while my finger disappeared into her tight pussy. The fact I was the first man to be inside of her was intoxicating. I ate her like a starving man, like a man who’d never had a finer meal. She writhed against my mouth, making my cock rock hard and start to leak pre-cum.

Her muscles went taut with the assault. Then suddenly, she was shouting out a string of garbled words, thrashing around, about to buck me off with her climax. It was spectacular.

But it wasn’t enough. My thumb drew lazy circles on her swollen bud while I added another finger to the one already inside of her. I loved the way her hips arched as I was stretching her. After I quickened the pace with my rhythm, the second orgasm tore from her throat abruptly.

I bent my head down, licking and kissing her, waiting for her to ride out the waves of her pleasure. I couldn’t get enough. And yet, I knew the clock was ticking. Rising up, I moved to where I could hover over her beautiful face. “You okay?”

“Uh-huh. That was amazing.”

My grin couldn’t be helped with the way she was unfiltered with her thoughts. No coyness, no game, just pure honesty which made confidence bloom in my chest.

“Except one thing.”

My smile dropped. Was I out of practice? “What?”

Her arms hooked around my neck. “I missed this.”

She pulled me down for a searing kiss. I sucked in a breath when I realized she didn’t mind tasting herself on my tongue. It was deeply erotic, making me wish again we weren’t on a schedule. Shit. The vibrating sound of my phone alerted me our time was up.

“My phone alarm is buzzing, which means you have five minutes to get dressed and downstairs.”

The seven o’clock pickup was nonnegotiable. I shuddered to think what they would do if we were late. These were powerful people who expected the rules to be followed.