Page 7 of Last First Time
“As soon as you’re done talking terms and ready to engage, Miss Troudeau.” He peers at me. “But speaking of negotiating, how much have you had to drink, Karisma? I’m not going to take advantage of you if you’re anything less than sober enough to make up your mind about this and have no regrets tomorrow.”
Why is Reed always the good guy? I am trying so hard to keep my charred little lump of a heart carefully under lock and key, and here he is always saying exactly the right thing at exactly the right time. Ugh. I can’t decide whether to scream or kiss him right now.
“I may not be completely sober, but I am so, so tired of being alone at night. I trust you, Kade. You’re going to give me what I want, and you’d cut your own arm off before you hurt me.”
He nods. I’m not exaggerating, and we both know it. Reed has always been the self-sacrificing type, especially when it comes to me. “I’ll always take care of you in whatever way you’ll let me, you tough, tipsy trollop.”
I roll my eyes so hard I briefly fear they might get stuck. “Okay, enough crap. Back to the rules.”
He rolls his eyes too and makes a giant production out of his big heaving sigh. “Go ahead. Lay out the rest of your rules so we can get on with the orgasms portion of this evening.”
“No gooey talk. We already covered that. And um, no kissing on the lips.” I fold my arms like I’ve scored a major point in our debate.
He scoffs. “Get real. We’re not inPretty Woman, and I’ve already kissed you tonight. I’m going to kiss you again as soon as you get done with this nonsense, and we can move on to the undressing.”
I like the undressing. That sounds good. “Okay, fine, lots of kissing then. But seriously, I’d like us to be exclusive with one another if you’re capable of that.”
He flinches. “Hey, not nice. I haven’t dated anyone in a damn long time, Kar. You don’t have to be mean.”
“I’m not trying to be mean here, but I don’t want the humiliation of seeing you all cozied up with some floozy for photo ops and then bringing me your sloppy seconds after hours. I’m going to be the only floozy in your life while we’re doing this.”
“Look, first of all, you were the one who wanted the after-hours only arrangement. I would be absolutely proud as hell to have you on my arm for every single photo op out there, but you apparently don’t want to be seen in public with me lest people think you’re my girlfriend.”
I look at him skeptically. “I’m not your girlfriend, dummy.”
He riffles his fingers through his hair, making it a sexy mess. Then he leans down toward me, until I can feel each of his words on my face, against my lips. “I know it, Kar. You’ve made that perfectly clear. Now how about I make something clear to you: I’ll take you in whatever way you’re willing to give it to me. So give it to me, Karisma. Take all of your fucking sexy clothes off and give it to me right now.”
Reed
Ican’t take my clothes off quickly enough. Instead, I pull the dress shirt apart, sending buttons skittering all over the floor of Karisma’s living room. I don’t care much about the pants either at this point, so they end up in a puddle on the floor quickly afterward.
Meanwhile, the woman of my dreams is taking approximately one million years to slide out of her jeans. I swear she is trying to kill me, all bent over, wriggling her gorgeous curvy backside exactly like she did when she was on top of the bar earlier tonight.
“Oh Kar, please hurry.” The words slip out, and then she glances at me over her shoulder, giving me a naughty smile. She’s doing this on purpose. Oh, this woman. She is going to drive me crazy before we even get started.
“What’s the matter, Reed? Are you feeling impatient?” She wriggles again, tossing her hair back.
“I’ve been waiting for so damn long, you beautiful woman. You’re damn right I’m impatient.”
I hold my breath, watching as she finally turns toward me and moves her hands to her zipper. The zipper is my enemy. I am beyond grateful that she’s finally going to undo those pants that seem to have been painted on her. I’ve been thinking about her panties for the last fourteen years. I can’t wait to take them off with my teeth.
“I’m having so much trouble getting these really tight pants off.” She bats her eyelashes at me. “Maybe you should come help.”
My hands are on her hips as soon as the words are spoken. My fingers dig into her flesh, and I know I am being too rough with her, but she is making me crazy. I tug her toward me and kneel before her.
“Are you sure, Karisma? Last chance to back out.” My eyes meet hers, sinking deep into the dark sparkle there.
“I’m sure, Reed. I want you inside me as soon as possible. I want to feel your touch and your tongue all over my body, and I want that feeling to last all week long.”
I slide her pants down as gently as I can under the circumstances. Apparently, I’m not being very gentle though, because she laughs and stumbles forward and onto my shoulder as I yank at her oh-so sexy skin-tight pants.
Her panties are pale green and lacy, a sight that makes my mouth water. And then gorgeous expanses of her olive skin. And then these stupid pants that I can’t seem to get off, even with her half-hoisted over my shoulder.
“Help me out here, or else I’m going to have to fuck you while you’ve got your pants in a knot around your ankles.”
“If you’re trying to talk me out of that, you’re doing a terrible job.” And then she bites me, and whatever remains of my sanity promptly shuts down.
I sink my teeth into the edge of her panties. I can smell her arousal, and it’s driving me crazy. I slide her underwear down, pulling one side with my mouth and twining my fingers around to finish the job. The most beautiful underwear in the world finally makes it to where her pants are bunched around her ankles. And then I begin the very slow task of kissing every inch of her exposed legs.
