Page 13 of Her Dirty Secret
“Yes,” he agrees, leaning forward. “Awkward.”
“Like right now.”
He laughs. “Yes, something like that.”
“So are you going to spill or what?” I ask bluntly, folding my arms over my chest to demonstrate my impatience.
He slips off the chair and takes a seat next to me, brushing my hair back behind my shoulders tenderly. “Do you always say exactly what’s on your mind?”
“Yep. Do you always avoid saying what’s on yours?”
He considers that with a smirk. “Not always. Just when I think it will get me in trouble.”
I roll my eyes. “That’s exactly when you need to speak up.”
“Even if it might upset you?”
I shake my head. “Are you really that scared of hurting my feelings? Yes. I’d rather be upset and know, than sitting here wondering what the hell you’re thinking.”
“That’s refreshing.” He takes a deep breath. “I’m afraid of ruining this. I find you fascinating, Cara Mia. You seem to understand me so well. You’re a little too observant at times, really. And then you just say exactly what you’re thinking. It unbalances me. You unbalance me.” He stares at me intently. I stare right back. “I’ve always jumped into romance, like you seem to want to do now. But this feels different.”
“Can we not?” I ask. “Overanalyze this, I mean. You’re different than anyone I’ve ever known too. And I never thought I’d be doing this, with you, here, so fast. But thinking too hard causes more problems than it solves, in my experience. Can’t we just be whatever it is we feel like being?”
The silence that follows my words is painful. So much so, I can’t stand it. And I’m not used to having to convince a man to be with me. With a shake of my head, I rise, going to my suitcase and pulling out a nightshirt.
“You’re not going to need that.”
I whirl in place to find he’s standing behind me. The fire in his eyes answers the question that I’d asked, that had been lingering uncomfortably in the air. Finally. I drop the nightshirt and go into his arms just as he reaches for me.
This time when he kisses me there’s nothing tender about it. His lips are demanding, consuming my answering kisses with a fiery passion that immediately sets my skin ablaze for him. He works his hands under my blush sundress, sliding them over my ass as he pulls me back toward the bed. I press him down until he’s seated, mounting him as our mouths continue to work together, as I wrap my hands in his luscious hair. I pull at it hard, tipping his mouth away from mine.
“Do you have a condom?” I ask breathlessly. He nods. Thank fucking God. “Good. Now undress me.”
“As you wish,” he replies with a sultry smile. In one swift motion, he pulls the sundress over my head and discards it on the floor. His hands trace back down my chest, over my nude lace bra, down the matching thong. His fingers stroke me over the fabric, and I grip his shoulders as the hot fire of desire rises in me under his touch. His deft fingers reach around and undo my bra, and he discards it. His hands swirl over my breasts, pinching at my taut nipples, before tracing down my stomach. “You’re stunning.”
I look down at him. “And you’re still dressed.”
He slides me off his lap onto the bed, and wastes no time removing his clothes as I lay back against the pillows. “Better?” he asks, turning to me.
I slide a hand under my panties, stroking myself. I watch his sizeable cock harden as he takes it in. I lift my other hand, twirling my finger.
“Turn around.”
He does so and I get a good look at his gorgeous ass. I slide off my panties and, unable to help myself, I sit up and run my hands over his rock-hard backside. Then I slip my arm around him, grabbing him and stroking firmly. His left hand reaches back and latches onto my arm. “Fuck.”
“Condom?”
His right hand flicks up, the packet held between two fingers. I snatch it away from him, open it, and roll it over his hard length before turning him back around and pulling him onto the bed.
“What, no foreplay?” he teases.
I push him down onto the pillows and swing my leg over him, hovering above him. “We’ve had days of foreplay,” I reply. “I need to fuck you before I go insane.”
His head tips back slightly and his muscles tense. “God, yes,” he breathes.
I reach between us, stroking him, lifting him into position. His throbbing tip grazes me and it takes everything I have to concentrate through these first few, sensitive touches. And as I slide him into me, I enjoy every goddamn inch of heat that licks through me. There’s nothing so good as this moment. Well, not until the end anyway.
I look down at him, and I can feel the flush of my cheeks, the tightness of my nipples. He sees it, and reaches up, stroking and pulling at them. I shift gently, rocking him inside me. We both gasp at how good it feels. His hands drop to my hips, begging for more.