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I lean over, cup her face, and kiss her. “Kidding, sweet girl. You’re safe in public…for now. I won’t strap a toy against your clit and torment you in public until we get to the third date at least.”
“Bryson!” Her face softens, though, and she starts giggling. “You can’t take me to lunch if you’re going to talk like that. Everyone will see my red cheeks and think you fucked me in the truck first.”
Yeah, she’s adorable, and I’m falling harder for her by the hour.
Chapter 14
Lillian
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I drop onto the couch two hours later and groan. “I’m stuffed. Those were the best street tacos I’ve ever eaten, though.”
“That is my favorite local authentic Mexican restaurant. Glad you enjoyed it,” Bryson says as he sits next to me. He sets the discreet black plastic bag filled with our purchases on the other side of him.
I’ve had the best day ever, and it’s only midafternoon. I hope he’s not planning to leave yet. I glance around him toward the bag. “Are you seriously not going to let me use any of those?”
“You can use them anytime you want, but only if I’m watching.” He wiggles his brows at me.
I’ve been horny since the moment he kissed me when he first picked me up. This man takes my body to places I never thought possible. I’m beyond grateful I didn’t cave to my parents’ wishes and marry someone I wasn’t even interested in or attracted to. At the time, I had no idea what I was missing out on. I suspect they were counting on that. But it’s far too late now. I haven’t even had sex yet, but I’m fully aware that Bryson is going to rock my world when he finally caves and makes love to me.
He will. I know he will. But I doubt it’s going to be today. I’m not too shy to try to tempt him, though. It’s now my life’s mission to do everything in my power to get him into my bed. Or his. I haven’t been to his house yet. I’m curious to find out what it’s like. I’ve seen most of it through video chat because sometimes he wanders around while we’re talking. So at least I know the man owns a home. And he’s pretty tidy.
Bryson turns sideways to face me, leans his elbow against the back of the couch, and props his chin on his palm. He smiles.
“What?”
“Nothing. I just like looking at you.” He reaches out with his other hand and runs a finger along my shoulder at the edge of my tank top. “This shirt is sexy as fuck.”
I lick my lips. “I’m glad you like it.” I had hoped he would find it attractive. Apparently I was correct. “I bet you’ve never dated anyone like me before.” My face heats at my implication. Dating? Are we dating? Just because we went out twice does not infer that this man considers us to be dating. Maybe that’s an immature thought on my part.
I shiver when his finger trails along the swoop of my neckline. Goosebumps rise on my arms and my nipples harden.
“You mean female and human?” he teases.
I roll my eyes. “I mean ridiculously younger than you, virginal, and unsophisticated.”
He scoots closer, cups the back of my head, and holds my gaze. “You’re not that young. Stop it. And it makes me all kinds of hot to know that you might trust me to be your first. As for being unsophisticated, are you kidding me? I’m the one who’s unsophisticated. I don’t have a degree in etiquette like you, sweet girl. I don’t know the first thing about which fork to use or how to set my silverware to indicate to the wait staff that I’m done with my meal. I bet you could walk a tightrope in four-inch stilettos if you wanted to. Just because you’re exploring other styles doesn’t mean you’re unsophisticated. It means you’re authentic, and it’s refreshing.”
I swallow. I’m not sure I’ve blinked in a while.
“Also, for the record, I don’t date often. I used to, but once I realized I was never going to fall in love with a vanilla woman, I gave up trying in favor of enjoying time with members of Surrender. I’ve never been in an actual relationship with anyone from the club, but at least they’re true to themselves and honest with me about what they want.”
Bryson’s hand slides around to the side of my neck. His fingers weigh heavily around me, grounding me, making me feel tingly.
He’s not done. “I’m not going to pretend to understand why I’m so fucking into you, but I am. Every damn thing about you. I don’t care what you wear or what headspace you’re in. I don’t give a fuck about nails and hair and designer clothes. You caught my eye the moment you stepped into my line of sight in that private room at Surrender, and you’ve been growing on me ever since. I find myself lying awake at night wondering if you’re awake, too. I reach for my phone in the middle of the day because I want to share something funny with you or tell you I’m thinking about you. You’re under my skin, burrowed deep. At this point, I should be far more worried about you reciprocating the feelings than the other way around. If you’re not into me like I am you, I’m the one who’s going to get hurt.”
My breath hitches. For a heartbeat, I simply stare at him. He’s laid it all on the line, opened himself up and shown his vulnerability.
I suddenly lurch forward, shove him back so he’s leaning against the cushions, and climb up to straddle his lap. I don’t even try to keep space between us. I scoot all the way forward until my panty-covered pussy presses against his rock-hard erection. I set my hands on his shoulders and then slide my fingers into his hair before lowering my lips to his.
Bold? Very. But this is the new me. I’m not going to sit back and let life happen around me. I’m going to take ahold of it by the ears and ask for what I want.
Bryson’s hands slide up my back as he cocks his head to one side and deepens the kiss. He moans into my mouth as his tongue dances with mine. It’s like we’ve been kissing for years instead of a week. I don’t feel hesitant anymore.
It’s Bryson who eventually breaks the kiss, but I’m the one who whimpers and pushes my bottom lip out in a pout when he does so.
He chuckles. “You are such a naughty girl.”
