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My gaze drops to Cady’s mouth as she says the word. There’s something about a woman who says fucking like it’s a sport.
I bet Cady is Olympic-medal-worthy at fucking. Not because of any past, but because a woman who holds herself with as much confidence as Cady does must know exactly what she wants in a lover and be prepared to tell him.
My balls tighten at the thought of Cady with a lover. Me being that lover.
“Ask me,” I suggest.
“Ask you what?”
“What my idea of foreplay is?”
Cady shifts in the leather armchair and crosses her legs. “This should be good,” she murmurs, gesturing to me with her champagne glass. “Go ahead. Wow me.”
“Oh, I would,” I promise. “But in the meantime, I’d start with kissing you.”
Her gaze drops to my lips. I take that as encouragement. “I’d start slow, let my mouth get to know yours. Soft, gentle. No tongue. Until I could feel you relax. Until you wanted more.”
Her mouth falls open just a bit. “How could you tell I wanted more?” Cady’s voice is low, hesitant.
“Your hands would start to wander, maybe fingers in my hair, pressing the back of my neck. Your hips would arch against me. Then I’d add some tongue.” I close my lips and run my finger along the slit a few times.
Cady watches me.
I slip my finger in my mouth for a moment before drawing it across my jaw and down my neck. “I really like kissing,” I continue. “It’s so intimate, so much more than simple fucking. That can be fun too, but when you want to impress with foreplay, kissing should play a big part in it.”
Did she just swallow? “What else?”
“Depends where we are. If I’m fortunate enough to be on a bed, I’ll start running my hands along her body. If we’re sitting, I’ll pull her into my lap, maybe to the side with her legs over mine, or I’ll get her to straddle me.” I rub my thighs, picturing Cady perched on my lap. I’d pull her close, grip that ass with both hands…
“Straddle,” she echoes.
I place both hands on my thighs, close to my cock but not touching. “So she can feel how much I want her.”
That was a swallow. “And then?”
I pause as I finish my champagne. “You seem very interested.”
“For comparison purposes only,” she says quickly, throwing her hair back.
Is Cady interested? I know I can talk a good game, and yes, sound as sexy as fuck, but I can’t tell with her. I’m an open-book, wear-my-heart-on-my-sleeve type of guy, but Cady? She’s closed up tight.
I push away the question of what else might be tight. “If you’re comparing, I bet I’d come out on top.” I lean forward so she can hear my whisper. “But only if you want me that way. I’m good for any way.”
Cady presses her lips together and leans back. “You lost me there.”
“Too obvious?”
“Just a little.” But she smiles, the right side of those lips hitching up higher than the left. It’s a nice break from the perfection.
And most would say Cady is perfect in appearance. But looking closer, really studying, I can see the slight imperfections.
Her nose is just a bit crooked, those freckles—while I think they’re each a little beauty, some women do what they can to cover them up—sprinkle across the nose, more on the right side than left, and her ears are unusually large.
It’s good to focus on her ears instead of staring at her mouth. Because that is perfection—wide, pale pink, slight curve up with an upper lip fuller than the bottom.
I don’t want to start on her body because… wow. Just wow.
And now I’m pretty sure I’ve seen that body dance.
