Page 38 of Served Hot
“My bed?”
“No, seriously.”
She grinned. “I am serious.”
He expelled a frustrated breath. “So far, our dates have given me some pretty deep insights into your life. I already know what sex with you is like.”
“We went to a restaurant, had pizza and golfed. Exactly what do you think you know about me?”
“Besides knowing you’re a dynamo in bed, I know you’re competitive. You have a hot temper, but you will admit when you’re wrong.”
“Doesn’t happen often.”
“You wish. Besides being cute when you’re forced to admit you weren’t right, you love vanilla ice cream, books and horror movies, are addicted to soda and chocolate—milk chocolate, not the dark kind—and love your men to be tall, overpowering, and frankly, awesome.”
She snickered. “Awesome?”
“Well, I’m smart, funny, handsome, and I can’t get enough of you. In what way aren’t I awesome for you?” He asked just as they pulled into her driveway. It was dark enough that he could only see her expression in the dash’s ambient light.
She watched him with caution, no longer so open, and her guardedness pleased him. Though he wanted her to trust him enough to let him into her heart, he also wanted to be considered interesting enough to be a serious threat.
They sat with the truck running. “Left you speechless with my amazingness, eh?”
“Turn off the truck.”
“I was about to.” He turned the key and the engine went silent. The moon tucked behind some clouds, and he couldn’t see much more than her vague shape next to him.
“You’re not coming in.”
“Okay then. I’ll see you tomor—”
“Not yet.” Maya unbuckled her seatbelt.
He sucked in a breath when she leaned close, unbuckledhisseatbelt, then unfastened his jeans. “What are you doing?” He was proud of his voice not breaking.
“Our date is officially over.”
“Yeah, but—”
“No buts.” She had him unzipped and his cock out of his pants in a heartbeat.
Cold out of his clothes but so hard he ached, he could only sit there while she toyed with him.
“I can’t wrap my hand around your cock.” He could hear the smile in her voice. “Have I told you how much I love touching you? You’re so thick.”
Trying to take charge of the situation, he put a hand over hers, and she squeezed him.
“Fuck.Maya, no sex.”
“Agreed.”
He took his hand away and wanted to cry with frustration when she pulled hers away as well. But he meant it about wanting more from her than sexual gratification, even if she didn’t want to hear it. At least she respected his position enough to—
“Shit.”
Her mouth over his cockhead was the last thing he knew before thought abandoned him and sensation took over. He leaned his head back against his headrest and let himself feel.
Chapter Nine
