Page 43 of Penalty Kick

“Not at all.”

“That is too bad. I was going to offer to kiss you to make it better.”

“You should still kiss me.”

A mischievous grin spread across Dash’s face, sending sparks through Talia. The longer he waited, the more she felt on edge. Like she was going to combust if he didn’t kiss her soon. He seemed to know it too, enjoying drawing out the moment, making her wait. Just as she thought that she couldn’t take it anymore, deciding that she was going to have to be the one to make the move, Dash touched his lips to hers. They were soft but strong, his touch featherlight. Talia let out a moan, unable to hold back.

Dash deepened the kiss then, fully taking control. His tongue quickly found hers, setting off fireworks within her. Holy shit, could this man kiss. His hands seemed to be everywhere at once, his hips rocking against her like they had been while dancing. Talia whimpered into the kiss, the friction from his hips amping her up even more. Wrapping her legs around his, she wiggled, trying to increase the sensation, wanting more. Dash groaned; whatever she had just done had obviously worked for both of them.

“You want more, Bonita?” he growled, nipping at her ear.

“Mmmmhmmmm,” she moaned. It was all she could get out, too lost in how she was feeling for anything else.

Dash understood her though, moving his hand to her shorts and slipping it inside, stopping right as he found the elastic of her panties. Toying with it for a moment, his featherlike touches driving her crazy, she silently urged him lower. Dash wasn’t in a hurry though, working his way lower millimeter by millimeter with each breath. Talia was sure that time had stopped, every nerve ending in her body firing at the same time, as Dash placed soft kisses along her jaw, his slow descent driving her crazy. She ached for him to touch her, to know what magic he had up his sleeve, but he was taking his time and it was killing her. She wanted him—needed him. Now.

“Dash…” she pleaded. She had meant it as a warning, encouragement to hurry the fuck up, but instead it came out breathy and wanton.

He let out a laugh, obviously enjoying teasing her so much. His fingers dipped into her sex, running his fingers along every sensitive inch of her, avoiding the bundle of nerves calling his name. Bucking her hips, she tried to get him to move faster, but he wouldn’t. At this point, she was sure he was just going to torture her forever, fingers touching her everywhere but where she wanted.

Dash gave her a wink, capturing her mouth in a hot, hard kiss just as he found her clit, swiping it quickly with the pad of his finger. Talia gasped, kissing him harder, pleasure surging within her. For all the slowness and toying he’d been putting her through, he was wasting no time now. Circling her clit, he picked up the pace. Her veins felt like they were filled with lightning, every inch of her responding to his touch. She didn’t have words for all the things Dash was making her feel. All she knew was that it was better than anything she had ever experienced at her own hand, and better than any fantasy she’d managed to conjure up. Fuck, did she want even more.

“You are so wet.”

His dirty words sent a shudder through her. Slipping his hand down even farther, he slid a finger inside her, his thumb moving to the aching bundle of nerves the finger had abandoned.

“So, so wet for me, Bonita,” he groaned, pressing his forehead to hers. Talia fisted his shirt in her hands, trying to catch her breath, desperate for something to cling to as he drove her higher.

Dash pulled his hand from her shorts with a devilish grin. Talia let out a plaintive moan, too frustrated for words, the sound quickly fading as she watched him bring his fingers to his mouth, slick with her arousal. Her core clenched, her whole body tingling, watching as he sucked the finger clean. His eyes never left her, the devilish smile on his face making her forget how to breathe.

“You taste like heaven,” Dash whispered against her lips, before capturing them with his own. The sweet and tangy taste lingering on his tongue was unlike anything she’d experienced, making this moment that much more intense.

Slipping his hand back into her shorts, Dash pressed two fingers at her entrance. Talia keened in anticipation as he inched them in, twisting and turning.

“Gahhhhhhhh…” she mewled, unable to hold it in.

Her orgasm was building—fast—and she knew that it wasn’t going to take much more. Dash was playing her like a piano. An instant later, he found that secret spot inside her, giving it a flick of his finger. That was all it took. She was soaring off the cliff, flying high. She slammed her eyes shut, crying out, seeing stars as her climax wracked her body. Dash didn’t let up though, placing hot open-mouthed kisses down her neck.

Trying to catch her breath, Talia slowly opened her eyes, feeling like she might as well be a puddle. Dash was still wearing that devilish grin, knowing it had been a job well done. She couldn’t help but giggle, her heart pounding—from both the orgasm and all the affection she was feeling.

“I told you I was good with my hands,” he said.

“I believed you before,” she responded, reaching up and running her fingers through his hair. “I just really believe you now.”

“Then let us take this to your bedroom, where I can show you even more?” he suggested.

Talia froze, all the warm fuzzies she had just been feeling draining from her body. Of course he suggested that. That was the next logical step, right?

She needed to tell him. She knew she did. Seeing his reaction, though, was going to be another story.

“Dash, I—” she started, but he cut her off.

“Just tell me which one is yours,” he said, sliding off the couch. In one swift motion he scooped her into his arms, holding her like a groom would a bride. Rounding the furniture, he paused, trying to decide which way to turn.

“Dash, I need to tell you something…”

“Anything.”

“I’m a virgin.”