Page 58 of Never Date A Player
I feel him thick and hot beneath me. I rock forward to increase the friction because that’s what he does to me, turns me crazy and hormone drunk. His mouth pauses, a deep rumble coming from his chest. This time the sound definitely came from him.
His mouth runs up my neck, his hands settling on my ass. He gently guides me forward for a repeat, which is really unnecessary because I’m already moving in that direction.
His tongue exploring my mouth, Lewis raises one hand to gently graze my nipple, his erection large and rubbing the right spot, over and over.
My pulse races, breath coming out in tiny pants.
And then the center of my bikini bottoms slips to the side. The barrier between us diminishes to a thin layer, providing just enough room for him to nudge in through his clothes…
I’m about to come.
My eyelids pop open and I swallow a gasp, scooting back until I almost fall off his lap, his arms gripping me before I do.
I tug my top into place, my chest heaving as I catch my breath and pull the towel up.
People who weren’t here when we arrived get out of cars in the parking lot above us. Vehicles speed down the highway. Tucked against the shore and partially blocked by large boulders, we’re fairly hidden down here, but still—I almost orgasmed on top of a guy who isn’t my boyfriend. In front of families and children. What am I doing?
I don’t do this.
Lewis’s eyes are dilated, his arms pulling me closer. Facing the lake, he doesn’t see the people above. He should hear them, but he seems as caught up as I was.
“Ready to go?”
His eyes blank. “What?”
“There are people…”
Glancing back, he swallows and wipes a hand down his face. “Give me a minute.”
What we did is crazy, but I can’t help staring at him, the shape of his mouth, the smooth, chiseled angle of his high cheekbones. Why is he so appealing to me? The urge to return to his arms draws me.
He grins. “This might go faster if you stop looking at me like that and move to your rock.”
Right. I make a few stealthy adjustments to my bottoms and slip over, my thigh grazing his erection.
Lewis tenses, but he doesn’t try to touch me. I’m shaking and I don’t know if it’s from frustration, cold, embarrassment, or all three.
The ride home is quiet. I can’t stop replaying the jetty. We were about to hook up—in public—as if Armageddon were coming and this was our last chance at sex.
Lewis pulls into my driveway, looking straight ahead. “We should go out. On a date.”
Whoa… He’s asking me out? Now?
Should, he said. What does that mean? “Is that what you want, or… You’re not thinking I do this all the time, are you?” I wave vaguely behind us. “Because I don’t. Not ever.”
His gaze is so intense that for a moment I can’t move. “I want to take you out. I’ve always wanted to. I tried to ask you at the barbecue.” He glances away as if he’s unnerved, but Lewis doesn’t get flustered. “I want to spend time with you. That’s all. Is tonight good?”
I shake my head. I have to work tonight.
“When, then?”
“Saturday. I have Saturday off.”
“Seven okay?”
It’s not until he pulls away and I replay every detail of this morning that I realize he never answered my question about Mira and whether she was okay with us seeing each other. This date should be interesting—as well as the fallout.
Chapter Nineteen
