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“Tonight was so much fun!” Mallory cries as we make our way out the door and into the cool air. A quick glance around the parking lot assures me Dennis is gone, but Mallory seems to have forgotten all about him. “Did you see the blond guy? Ugh, if I were twenty years younger!”
“Embrace those cougar tendencies, girl!” I laugh as we climb into Nick’s car.
“I thought you had a truck,” I remark, remembering when we met—sort of—at the coffee shop.
“That was my work truck.” He starts his car and puts it in gear. “Where am I taking you?”
To orgasm town, population two, if I have anything to say about it. “Violet Circle, do you know it?”
He pulls out onto the street. “Sure, my aunt used to live there. Where do you live?”
“Same place. We’re neighbors.” I glance back at Mallory, who gives me a bright smile.
“Best neighbor ever,” she says, making me laugh. She’s shitfaced.
“You might not think that tomorrow.”
“Look!” she cries, gesturing to the squad car parked at the edge of the road. A man is trying to walk for a sobriety test beside it. “The bastard got caught for drunk driving! How many times have I warned him?”
Yep. It’s Dennis. He is not having a good night. First, he gets shot down by too many women to count, then gets punched in the face, thrown out of the bar, and now he’s going to jail for drunk driving.
Karma has bitten him square in the ass.
It doesn’t take long for us to get home, and Nick parks in front of my apartment.
“Would you like to come in for a drink?”
His tongue darts out to lick his top lip. I don’t know if it was deliberate or not, but damn, it was hot. “I’d love to.”
Mallory and I wave to a few people after we get out of the car. It’s a weekend and the weather is warm, so there’s quite a few neighbors out. Jani, who lives in the next apartment, calls out. “How you doing, Mal?”
“Oh! Let me tell you about my night! You should’ve seen the ass on the guy I danced with!” Jani cracks up as Mallory makes her way over to her. Mallory is five feet from her front door, and with Jani, so I know she’ll be alright.
Nick follows me to my door, and steps in behind me. I barely have time to turn on a light before I’m pinned to the wall by his body, his warm breath in my ear. “Did you really want a drink, Sam, or were you interested in something else?”
His eyes are a stormy blue as they stare into mine and his lip tilts up when he sees I’m speechless for a moment. I’ve been with plenty of men, but there’s something about him, even aside from that gorgeous face, that seizes something inside me. He’s dangerous. I don’t know why that thought invades, but I know it’s absolutely true.
Self-preservation can go to hell. I want him.
Words aren’t necessary as I slam my mouth to his. One of his hands presses firmly on the back of my neck while his other slides under the back of my shirt, caressing my skin. I may have kissed him, but he quickly takes control, sliding his tongue between my lips and knocking every thought out of my head. I’ve had orgasms that weren’t as powerful as this kiss. What the hell is he capable of in the bedroom if this is his introduction?
We knock over a small end table as we make our way out of the living room in a tornado of cast off clothes, our lips and hands hardly leaving the other’s body for more than a second. I flip the light switch when we make it through my bedroom door because you’d better believe I want to see every bit of him.
He starts to pull me toward the bed, but I grab the waistband of his boxer briefs and pull them down, kneeling in front of him as I go. “Fuck,” he breathes, taking a step back to lean against the wall right behind him. His cock is perfect, not too big or small, it’s just right, a goldicocks.
His groan as I take him in my mouth damn near makes me come right then. The next few minutes are filled with his murmured praises and hissed curse words, but he stops me before I get him off.
He has my panties off in half a second, and my knees nearly buckle when he slides his hand between my legs, his fingertip going straight to my clit. “Sucking me got you wet.”
“Yes.” Everything about him has had me wet since he touched me on the dance floor.
His chest rumbles with something akin to a growl as he snatches me up and lays me on the bed, my ass almost falling over the edge. He kneels in front of me, throws my legs over his shoulders, and gives me a wicked grin before slowly running his face up one thigh and down the other, letting his beard rasp against me.
Fuck me.
It’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen or felt, but the anticipation of his tongue is pure torture. When he finally gives it to me in one long lick, an orgasm rocks through me, and I hear his deep chuckle.
Maybe I should be embarrassed that he was able to make me come with one lick, but I don’t give a single fuck, especially when he slides a finger inside me, and brings his mouth back to my clit, licking and sucking. His arms lock around my thighs, and with my knees bent over his shoulders, I’m effectively trapped. No matter how much I squirm and cry out, he keeps going until I’ve come again.
