“No, we won’t.” She rubs her fingertips over my mouth, and I part my lips for her, letting her touch my tongue. Her innocent exploration of my body makes me want to put her on the back of my bike and head for California. Never look back. My career can get fucked; all I want at this moment is this beautiful woman and all of her secrets.
Why is she still a virgin? She’s stunningly sensual and clearly clever. Resourceful. Funny. Eager.
Take her. Take her now. Claim her before you lose her.
I will not lose her. “We will have another chance. Do you have days off at your new job?”
“Sundays.”
I grin as I drop my head to her shoulder and kiss the bare skin there. She still has her top on. I should strip her down and worship her, but if I get her all the way naked, I’ll fuck her. Her tiny tank top is a reminder that we’re stealing moments here, and I need to give her more than this. “I have Sundays off, too. We can meet up. I’ll take you out for brunch….”
“I want you to fuck me.”
I laugh at the petulance in her voice. “And I’ll do that, too. We can spend the next month getting to know each other on Sundays. Brunch, then sex, then… we can do the crossword puzzle together? Before we have to go back to real life. It’ll be romantic.”
“When I invited you to fuck me in this truck stop bathroom, I wasn’t looking for romance.”
I jerk her right to the edge of the counter and drop to my knees. I glare up at her. “And when I rubbed my dick against your virgin hole, I wasn’t thinking about brunch, I fucking swear it. But life is more complicated than we ever expect it to be, so I want you to come on my face and then promise me you’ll have brunch with me next weekend. Do we have a deal?”
She tangles her fingers in my hair, spreading her legs wide. Her perfect pink pussy is right there, and she tries to nudge me closer.
Which, of course, I want, but not before she agrees. I don’t think I can do this if she isn’t interested in getting to know each other more. I should have known I wasn’t cut out for a random hook-up.
“Sebastian—”
“Lily.” I almost bark it. I kiss the inside of her leg. “I know we don’t know each other yet. But don’t let the motorcycle gear give you the wrong impression of me. I’ve been alone for a long time. I think we met tonight for reasons that are beyond chance. Like it’s—”
“Kismet,” she whispers.
I nod. “I want you so much it hurts, sweet girl. Let me give it to you right.”
A flash of something dark, maybe something scared, passes behind her eyes, then she nods. “I’ll try.”
That’s all I can ask of her. I fall into her, desperate now for more of her taste. She jumps at the slide of my tongue against her skin, then lets out a long, slow sigh that makes my balls squeeze as her legs fall open.
My sweet girl likes my face between her thighs.
And I fucking love the sounds she makes as I discover where my tongue and teeth and lips elicit different responses.
I take my time.A fucking virgin. She’s not shy, though. A virgin by choice, waiting for the right man.
Why me? Why now? I have dark thoughts about her new job and why she needed this tonight before she reports for duty tomorrow. Wish I was in a place to whisk her away to a cabin in the woods. Her only responsibility would be to come for me, over and over again.
I’d keep her naked and feed her grapes.
Brunch.
Fucking hell, I coerced her into a date. I pretended to withhold eating her out when, honestly, I’d let her ride my face no matter what.
One taste of her perfect honey and I’m ruined for life, so maybe that cabin dream needs to become a reality. I’ll wake her up with her clit in my mouth and a sweet little suck to start the day. We can work side by side on a homestead…
I picture her in a flannel shirt and nothing else, riding me in front of a fireplace.
I’m a fucking cowboy in this fantasy, and she’s my bride.
If there’s ever been a sign I’m ready to leave my life behind, this moment has to be it. I lose myself in a woman I don’t know, driving her to a release she barely understands but desperately needs.
I need it, too.