Page 84 of Three Pucking Words
“I want nothing more than to sink inside you,” I say, lips moving against her ear as my hand works her core. “To feel you contract around me. To listen to you come undone around my cock. I’ve been dreaming about it, Honor. What it would be like. I can’t wait for the day I get to experience it. To hear you scream my name as you milk me of every fucking drop of come I have.”
She sucks in a breath as her pussy tightens around my digit.
“You like that, don’t you? You like the idea of me begging to bury my dick inside you until I come, huh?”
She tries to match my pace with her hips, and I can see it on her face. She’s at the brink, so close to completely falling off the edge of nothingness.
And I want her to.
I want to feel it.
To watch her.
“Eyes on me, honey,” I command as her body starts quivering. “I want to see you come on my fingers. I want to know what you look like when you soak me.”
That’s all it takes. Her head tilts back as her orgasm hits her, and it’s the single most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
A lump forms in my throat that I try swallowing in order to sound halfway normal after she becomes sated. “I think we should go out.”
I withdraw my hand and bring my finger to my mouth, watching her eyes widen as I lick her arousal off.
“Let me take you out on a date,” I tell her, grinning as her eyes lock on the finger that was just inside her. “Dinner. A movie. A walk. Hell, I’ll take you to the aquarium if that’s where you want to go. But I want to spend time with you. I want to get to know you. If you’ll let me.”
There’s a lot more I’d like to do with her, but I keep those dirty thoughts locked up for now. If she agrees, she’ll learn them soon enough. If I’m lucky, she’ll let me play them out and experience them firsthand.
I can’t quite tell the emotions passing over Honor’s face, or what’s going on in her head. She’s overthinking. That much I can tell.
“I don’t know what specifically happened between you and Max.” Even saying his name makes me pissed off, and I have to refrain from clenching my fists as I readjust her jeans, zip them up, and button them. “But I will do everything in my power not to hurt you like he did. Not to give up on you. I’m simply asking for a chance to prove to you that there are good people out there who can give you everything you want and then some.”
Another sharp exhale comes from her. “It’s been so long since I’ve dated that I don’t know how to do it anymore,” she admits.
When was the last timeIwent on a date? I’m not counting the one I made her go on with me to show Olive I’m over our past, or any of the other dinners we’ve been to together since her father dragged us together at the aquarium. “I guess we can figure it out together then, honey.”
Her eyes flicker up to meet mine. “You don’t…date?”
I lift a shoulder. “I’ve never been that interested in putting myself out there. Not until recently.”
Not until you.
I don’t have to say the words for her to understand what I mean.
“So,” I say softly. “Will you go on a date with me, Honor Marie Erikson?”
She blinks. “That isn’t my middle name.”
“I didn’t know it, so I guessed,” I admit with a small smile that she returns. “See, that’s one more thing we can learn about each other over dinner.”
A small laugh escapes her. “It’s Ophelia. My mom had a thing for Shakespeare, remember?”
Slowly, my eyebrows go up as I repeat her full name in my head. “Your initials are H.O.E?”
She cringes. “Cruel, isn’t it?”
My smile only blossoms. “I kind of like it. And you never answered my question. Will you go on a date with me, Hoe?”
Honor gives me a bland look. “Only if you never call me that again, Hoffman.”
I hold out my hand—the same one I just used to get her off. The same one I want nothing more than to wrap around my cock and get myself off with too. “You’ve got a deal, honey.”
