Page 29 of Recklessly You
“Yes, being from Manhattan does that to you. Speed walking is the norm, so running comes easy.”
My gaze stays pinned to her tank top, her pink nipples peeking. My dick throbs. Her body is covered in goosebumps.
“You’re cold?” It comes out as a question more than a statement.
She looks at her nipples, which are clearly visible because of the white tank top and sweat dripping down from them. She blushes, causing her ears to go red.
Adorable.
“Yeah, it’s cold when I’m standing around. So, I’d better get going.” She takes a couple of steps back and places one of her air pods in her ear. Panic seeps in. I’ve never felt so damn needy for a woman. It freaks me the fuck out. I don’t want her to fucking go. I want to fuck her.
Without thinking, I blurt out, “Why haven’t you called?”
Her brows furrow, and she rubs her palms up and down her thighs.
Silence.
I take a long-exaggerated breath. “Look, if you changed your mind about the deal, it’s fine.”
No, it’s not fucking fine. I want to feel her, taste her.
She wraps her arms around herself in a hug. Her mouth opens and closes, and she gives me a haughty stare. “What was I supposed to think when you ran from my doorstep like your ass was on fire?”
“Fuck.” I rub the stubble on my chin. “I’ve never done this before.” I gesture with my hands to her and me.
“What do you mean? You said no strings attached. You clearly sleep with women all the time.” Her eyes drift away to a bare stretch of grass.
I could be mistaken, but I think I see a hint of jealousy on her face. Oddly enough, I rather like it.
“Kissing,” I say.
Her head jerks up and her eyes widen, like a deer in headlights. “W-what do you mean? Like you never kissed before, or our kiss…that you regretted it?”
I didn’t plan on confessing this, but I don’t want her to think I regretted the kiss. I ball my t-shirt to my chest and shake my head. “I’ve never kissed a woman before, Sophie. I never felt the urge to. With you I feel reckless, demanding things I’ve never done or wanted.” I hate to admit she’s bewitching me.
I take a couple of steps toward her then run my fingertips along her cold pouting lips. “Kissing you was like breathing in an ocean breeze. The freshness and calmness only intensified as I ventured further. The deeper my tongue thrust in you…it was fuckingfire. Every exhale was an electrifying surge, every thrust of my tongue unleashed a raging inferno.”
She gasps, her eyes widening further.
Fuck. When did I become a poet? I want to chuckle at how surprised she is. She has no idea the power she has over me and we have only known each other for a short time.
“Y-you never kissed, but how…I mean—”
I step so close to her, her words drop off like they’d been cut through with a knife. She’s confused, and it’s adorable. She steps away from me, scanning my profile like she’s trying to figure something out.
“Like I said, baby, I never had the urge to kiss anyone. I’m into one-nightstands, and kissing would make it complicated.”
She’s quiet, taking it all in like I just confessed a sin. Her mouth is gaping open, and her eyes are wide.
“Baby, close that mouth of yours before I thrust my tongue in there.” I lean in to grab her, wrapping my arms around her. I can feel her pebbled nipples rubbing on my bare chest. My dick swells with the feel of her body close to mine.
“Why did you kiss me and run off?”
“Because kissing you was making me lose control. I wanted you. Fuck, did I want you. My self-control was deteriorating. I needed you to be in on this thing with us. I need to be the only man you think of when I touch you, bury myself in you.” I want her to submit to my touch, to the feel of my body when I pleasure her. I cup her cheek. “Am I the only man you think of?”
She nods, and a breathless whisper leaves her lips. “Yes.”
I kiss her collarbone all the way up to her ear and whisper, “Then let’s go back to your place to relieve some of the built-up tension.”
