Page 40 of Every Inch of You
Chapter Fourteen
VIVIAN
If a policeman had seenthe way I was driving from the gym to Brad’s place that night, he would have assumed that I was either a hundred years old or drunk and pulled me over, because I was going so slowly and trying so hard not to crash into anything. “No, officer, I just got eaten out until I was delirious and now I’m trying not to appear too anxious to get to this guy’s place so he can finally put his penis inside of me. Would you like me to walk in a straight line for you? Because I doubt that I’ll be able to after he’s rammed his giant cock into me. He looks pretty big. Be careful what you wish for—am I right? How’s your night going?” Fortunately, Portland’s cops had something better to do, like chase down gangs and deal with an inordinate number of propertycrimes.
But seriously, as much as I wanted Brad inside of me, I was a little nervous about accommodating him. It had been nearly half a year since I’d had intercourse, as Connor did me the honor of not fucking me while he was secretly fucking Slutface while still living with me. Not that I was worried about my body manufacturing enough lubricant, though, becauseyeesh.I wish I’d had the foresight to bring an extra pair of panties that morning, but he didn’t seem like the panty-rippingtype.
I kept wondering how many women he must have been with since high school. I mean, he must have had a lot of sex to get that good. And I’d been bragging about my fellatio skills for weeks. What if I couldn’t keep up withhim?
He had taken my body to a place it had never been before, and I hadn’t even seen him completely nakedyet.
By the timeI had parked and knocked on his door, Brad had done his feline caretaker duties, put on a sexy Miguel album, and removed his shirt. I stood in the doorway, mesmerized by hisabs.
“Would you like to come in?” hesaid.
I stepped towards him, dropped my purse, and placed one hand on each of his magnificent pecs. I had wanted to do this since that first time I saw him at the gym. He indulged me for a few seconds, before shutting the door. “You hungry? Thirsty? You should replenish yourfluids.”
“Already did in thecar.”
“Metoo.”
We stared at each other for a beat, then I launched myself at him, wrapped my legs around his waist, and licked his freakishly handsomeface.
Helaughed.
Ohwell.
He let me down so that I could stand again, and then he let me down forreal.
“I just want to make it clear that this doesn’t mean we’re dating. We’re just…getting something out of our systems.Right?”
I put my clenched fists on my hips and shook my head. “It always has to be on your terms, doesn’tit?”
“What—does it bother you that I want to make out in private but I don’t want anyone else to know about it and I don’t want to hang out with you inpublic?”
“I did hang out with you inpublic!”
“Not after you made otherfriends.”
“OH my God. Let it go,Mitch!”
“I have. I swear. I just like messing withyou.”
“Really?” I was dubious, but his expression wasconvincing.
“Really.Areyou okay with us just having sex? I mean. If you still want to have sex with me, that is.” He shoved his hands into his pockets and stared down at his feet, whileflexing.
“Oh brother. You think you’re soirresistible.”
“Youdon’t?”
“You just have women throwing themselves at you all day long, don’tyou?”
He shrugged. “Not allday.”
If I were a badass, I would have turned on my heels and gone home right then and made him chase after me. But I wasn’t a feral kitten. I was a woman with needs. And I needed to know what his body felt like. “Get into the bedroom,” I said. “Now. Before you stop manufacturing pheromones and I stop being attracted to you.” I stepped to him and pushed him until he started walking backwards in the direction of his bedroom. He laughed. “Turn around,” Isaid.
He grinned, turned around, and walked ahead of me, so I could watch his world-class man ass move in his somehow amazingly sexysweatpants.
