A brutal mugging two years ago left Calli terrified to go out after dark, and incapable of real dating. Hanging out with a resentful Chihuahua every night hasn’t filled the void, and all the sex toys from the store she owns could never replace a flesh-and-blood man. An online Scrabble site promising anonymous, flirty fun sounds like just the ticket. A like-minded geek, that’s what she needs. Unbeknownst to her, the man on the other end of the game is anything but geeky.
Tired of the party scene, Travis seeks a venue where he can meet a woman who is drawn to his mind, not his profession. Having women chase after his bad-boy musician persona has grown stale. After heating up the tiles online with Calli, he knows he must meet her in person. Touch her in person. And when he does, their chemistry is undeniable. She stimulates him, mind and body. But when he discovers her tragic past he realizes it will take more than words to win her heart…and her trust.
He pressed a kiss to the lace
between her legs. When she leaned into it, he added some tongue. Then her hands
were in his hair. Teasing wouldn’t cut it—not for either of them.
“Pretty panties, sweetheart,
but they have to go.” A little tug on the sides and the lace impediment
disappeared. “You smell so good.”
“That’s the garlic bread,” her
head fell back when he licked through her folds, “or the pasta…cass…erole…”
The aroma of tonight’s meal
had set his stomach to a high rumble the second he set foot in the apartment.
Calli could cook, had spoiled him the past few days with her culinary skills,
but at this moment, all he wanted to eat was her.
He dipped his tongue inside
her, scooped her essence into his mouth. Calli’s taste went to work on him instantly.
Her initial sweetness, the subtle spiciness that bloomed as she got more
turned-on, drove him crazy. He’d been at perpetual half-mast since the first
day he saw her. The slightest touch gave him a full-on woody. But this—licking
her pussy, devouring her like a starving man with a buffet all to
himself—turned him to steel. Having his face buried between her legs was like
being high. Better. Maybe because every drop of blood in his body raced to his
cock. Maybe it was something deeper. He didn’t care, just wanted more.
Above him, she moaned. Some
undecipherable combination of words and gasps accompanying a tighter grip in
his hair as she thrust her mound forward. Her thighs trembled against his
chest. Fuck, he loved when she got this way. Needy, wanting, uninhibited.
He leaned into her, securing
her between his body and the cupboards. “I fucking love eating you.” He
suctioned his mouth over her clit, alternating between sucking and flicking
until her whole body shook—then pulled back abruptly before she could finish.
Jesus, her cry of frustration nearly made him lose it.
“Say it. Say what you want.
Exactly what you want.”
Her head lolled forward, that
glorious long hair dangling above his head, framing her flushed cheeks and eyes
that’d gone dark with desire. “Make me come, Travis.”
His name again. His weakness
with her—one of them, anyway. A growl rumbled deep in his chest. “How?”
“Put your fingers in me
and…suck my clit. I want to—” She bit her lip, then let it slide between her
teeth, plump and bruised.
“Tell me.” If she didn’t spit
it out in about two seconds, he’d dive back in there and finish her off, but
fuck, he wanted to hear her say the words. “Anything, sweetheart. Anything you
want.”
“I want to…ride your
face…while you…fuck me with your fingers.”
All he needed to hear. He bore
into her, suckling, lapping, driving his tongue against her clit. She moaned
again, louder. Clutched at his head, pulling him closer, grinding against his
face. Riding him while she sped toward her climax. His cock ached. His balls
tightened into hot, hard rocks. Forget easy or slow, he pushed three fingers
inside her pussy.
Her sexy voice filled the
kitchen, “Travis, oh god…”
He relented only when she
semi-collapsed atop his head. The pounding of her heart echoed in his ear. Her
scent—that roses, soap and sex combo—surrounded him. Stripped his last inch of
gentlemanly patience.
He eased out from her hold,
grabbed a condom from his pocket and pushed his jeans and boxers out of the
way. “You lick your lips once more while staring at my cock and I’m going to
need you on your knees.” Wicked woman, she did it again, only slower and more
purposefully. Fine by him. He tossed the packet on the table. Shook his head
when she grabbed a cushion from one of the chairs. “You won’t be down there
long enough to need that.”
“In a hurry for dinner?”
“Only if you’re it.”
Sexy as hell in the open
blouse and see-through bra, she knelt before him, her smiling face mere inches
from his cock. Her hands skated up his legs, nails raking the insides of his
thighs. Palms splayed across his groin, she put those made-for-blowjobs lips on
the head of his cock and sucked him inside.
He groaned and leaned into
her. Pushed inside her welcoming mouth. Touched the back of her throat, felt
her nose press against his stomach. God yeah.
Her moan hummed around him.
Her eyes were closed, as they always were when she sucked him. Not his, he had
to watch. Take in every detail. Her eyelashes fluttering against pale skin,
eyebrows drawn together in an intense little crease. Lips plump and shiny
sliding up and down his cock. Cheeks hollowed from sucking him to perfection.
So fucking beautiful.
Her hands drifted lower. One
nail dragged over his balls, then back and forth along his perineum. Sparks
shot from the source. Tightened his balls, sent more blood surging to his cock.
Fuck, too good. Too close, too soon.
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I have got to get this book!
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