Page 35 of Opposites (Never) Attract
She licked her lips and I could see her heartbeat in her throat.
Blood pounded in my cock.
“Keep going,” I said.
Finally, she pulled the skirt up enough that I could see the trim, dark blond curls between her legs. Not fully waxed, thank God. I could not understand that trend. I wanted a woman in a woman’s body, with a woman’s smell and taste.
I wanted this woman more than I’d ever wanted anyone.
“Very pretty,” I said. “Spread your legs.”
She did. Bending her knee and shifting it back on the seat. And I saw the sweet pink of her. Fuck.
“You wet?” I asked.
“Yes,” she breathed.
“Show me.”
“How?”
“Slip those fingers between your legs and show me.”
She breathed something that sounded likeoh my God, and I thought, yeah, me too, honey.
One long finger slid under her dress, and I shook my head. “Hold that dress up, honey. I need to see.”
The sound that came out of her throat was low and rough. A woman in heat. I fucking loved it. Her finger slipped through the curls at the top of her slit, and down into her body. I tried to imagine how she must feel. Howgood. The softest thing ever, I imagined. Velvet or something.
She gasped and her eyelids fluttered.
“Feel good?”
She bit her lips and nodded.
“Show me, sweetheart.”
She lifted her finger, slick and glistening in the dappled sunlight coming through the windshield.
“Now, taste it,” I said.
“You,” she said, her eyes on mine, and I was tempted. So fucking tempted, but I shook my head.
Her eyes went hard. Her fire coming back, and I grinned at her because I liked that fire. A lot. But I was the boss and I knew what she needed. I shook my head no and she glared at me a little as she slipped that finger in her mouth, sucking her slick from her skin.
For a second, I doubted myself. My strength. My sanity. But then she slipped that finger from her mouth and said, “Now, what?”
“Get out of the truck. Lift your dress and bend over the seat and spread your legs.”
I could hear the catch in her breath. Could watch the rise and fall of her chest under that white dress she was wearing. Could practically feel the hesitation in her.
She wasn’t a woman to take orders. She wasn’t going to strip on command.
I was silent, staring at her, willing her to give herself what she wanted, instead of trying to control everything all the damn time.
She popped open the truck door and got out the passenger side. Glaring at me, she lifted the back of her skirt and spread her legs. She was half in the sun and half in theshade, and the smell of the Pinon tree was like perfume all around us.
I wasn’t going to fuck her.
