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“I’m lonely,” she says levelly. “Webothare. This isn’t forever. It’s just for a moment, and we can still look each other in the face after. This isn’t friends with benefits. It’s just…it’s just dessert.”
I need her to stop talking, or I’m going to say something I shouldn’t say, like how much I want dessert and how sweet a dessert she would be—the best of desserts, the queen of desserts, the ultimate dessert. Instead, I’ll say something about being an adult and going on with life and that being lonely makes a person irrational, and we shouldn’t.
It’s dangerous—talking, I mean. For her. For me.
The way her pupils are dark and dilated is even more dangerous. The heat that sparks to life in the room, the current in the air, and the magnetic force that speaks to the most primal parts of me…all dangerous.
I should walk right out of here, but instead, I cross the kitchen and take Nina’s hand. Her palms are soft and warm, her skin giving off an electric charge that courses through my arms and into the pit of my belly. I glide my palm up her arm, and she shivers at my touch, her eyes getting darker. She inhales quickly, a little gasp of air. I keep my eyes on her face. The danger is too raw and real to look anywhere else. I notice the way her pulse is thrumming at the side of her jaw. I want to put my fingers over it, but instead, I bend and put my lips there.
I’ve never tasted anything as sweet as her skin. She’s better than a thousand cheesecakes.
“Thaddius,” she groans. Her hands cup my face and jerk my head up, and her lips don’t just find mine. They crash against them the way that storm broke over the farm yesterday. But this time, the downpour isn’t rain. It’s desire. And I can’t stop myself from hauling her up against me until her curves are molded to the length of my body. She whimpers, parting her legs around mine, her hips bumping up against my dick.
I growl into her mouth, a caveman sound, but I’m past caring. Her lips part, and I lick her there, taking my time. God, she’s sweet. Sugar, honey, and wine. Her tongue and mine.
She pulls me back into her until I’m basically squishing her against the counter, but with the way she rocks between the counter and me, it’s obvious that it’s what she wants. Her tongue glides with mine as her hands leave my face, one exploring a sensual path along my jaw, the other creating a trail of sparks as she buries her fingers in my hair.
I kiss her deeper, angling her head back, tasting her tongue, and glorying in the soft mewls she makes.
I’m afraid to touch her wherever she doesn’t have clothes on, but she doesn’t have the same fears. Her hands are now dipping under my T-shirt, pushing it up and trailing over the bare skin of my abs.
I want to touch her. I need to touch her.
I grasp her hips instead, keeping my fingers securely on the denim covering them. I want her out of these jeans. I want her up on that counter with her legs spread around my shoulders and my tongue buried in her soaking wet heat.
Her hands join mine, but they aren’t tentative. She undoes her jeans and slides the zipper down. Her fingers flutter against mine, guiding them to slide her jeans down. I feel like my head is going to explode. It’s not just my brain; it’s the air around us. The whole place just became combustible. I feel like it’s been combustible ever since this woman walked up to my place—all dusty and covered with road dirt, tired and worse for wear, and yet still all sunshine and rainbows—and into my life.
I tug her jeans down, and she kicks them aside. I barely have time to run my hands up her legs before my body is on autopilot, lifting her onto the counter. She’s wearing peach-colored panties. A pale, pale orange, not lace. Just cotton. Probably a pair from that package of granny underwear she got at the pharmacy. There’s a dark stain where she’s soaking wet already, and fuck me. I’ve never seen anything hotter in my life.
I’m not fluid or coordinated. I just hit the floor. My knees go bang, my brain shorts off, and reflexes and protests and logic die.
I turn my face into her thigh and graze my cheek against her soft skin. She giggles, which gives me actual butterflies fluttering in my belly.
“I need this,” I tell her, my lips on the creamy, silky-soft skin of her inner thigh. “I needyou.”
“I need you too,” she whispers hoarsely. Her hands find my hair and latch on without pulling. She doesn’t want me to pull away, but I’m not going anywhere. “Even if I don’t want to want you, I do. It doesn’t mean we need to get married. It doesn’t even mean we need to be friends with benefits. There’s no this has to lead to that. It’s just us enjoying ourselves, being lucky enough to find pleasure and take it. That’s all.”
“Are you sure?” I don’t want to hurt her. Nina isn’t just kind. She’s genuinely nice, and I don’t want to be that guy who leaves a wounded brand on her soul for the rest of her life.
“I’m sure.” Her hand dips beneath her panties, and when she pulls her fingers away, they’re glistening. “I’m more than sure.”
It’s too much. I never figured she’d do something so bold and dirty. I don’t really know,knowNina, but I know enough to be truly surprised by all this. Who would have thought she’d just whip her top off and tell me that she wants to be had as a second dessert?
I take her hand and suckle her fingers, licking off her sweet juices. She parts her thighs, and when I reposition myself, I can smell her delicious, soft scent before I even work her panties down her legs. She leans back on the counter and sighs, cupping her own breasts, her fingers teasing at her hard nipples. My dick jerks in my jeans. It’s so hard and throbbing that if I shut it in a door by accident, I don’t think it would be more painful. I watch her, stunned and turned on as hell, as she parts her legs and gently threads one hand through my hair, guiding me to her.
Another hot surge of desire shreds me to pieces as I inhale deeply again, drinking her in. On the next breath, I’m there, parting her with one hand and using my tongue to explore her. She bucks wildly on that first pass, repositioning herself on the counter to give me better access.
“Holy god,” she mutters and sighs. “God, yes, Thaddius. More.”
“More of this?” I lick her until I reach her clit. The sharp, whimpered exhale lets me know just how much she likes it.
“Yes. More of that.”
I suckle her clit gently, rolling my tongue over it to tease her. Then, I notch two fingers against her entrance and push inside slowly. She’s so tight that I’m going to explode. I can’t think about anything other than being inside her, her tight walls clenching around my dick. My dick, too, can’t think about anything other than being inside her, her walls clenching hard around him.
I want to be a gentleman and go slow, but she’s tugging at my hair with the force of a really big industrialized knitting machine or something that wouldn’t be great to get hair stuck in. I suckle her clit a little harder, and she moans but keeps trying to pull my head away.
“I want you inside me,” she pants as I look up at her. “Now.”
