“Dash, it’s not funny!” Her fingers furiously tried to fix her hair as she spoke.
“Do you actually think that I could even—for a second—not want to touch you?” He took a step toward her. Her head shot up, and she eyed him.
Part of him knew he should go home and leave her alone, but he couldn’t just forget her. Sophie had been the first person he’d felt genuinely attracted to since getting sober. She’d gotten him out of his routine and given him space to see what life could be like if he let other people in, and he had those pesky feelings for her.
Maybe they could stay friends, with the bonus of sex. If he cut Sophie off now, he wasn’t sure how he’d react, but if he kept her in his orbit, he could continue to let whatever this was run its course safely.
So when he moved to her and took her face in his hands, he asked hopefully, “Are you sure about this?”
She nodded, and he brought her mouth to his. There was nothing soft about his approach this time—no more tentative kisses to gauge how eager she was. He knew she wanted this just as much as he did. And he needed more of her. She wrapped her arms around his neck to pull them closer, and a little moan escaped her lips as the needy centers of them met.
His mouth traveled across her chin and to her neck, where he lightly traced his tongue down the length of her collarbone and in between her cleavage. He traced a finger across the scar on her chest before lightly kissing the spot. “Will you tell me about this someday?”
“Yes, but right now I just need you to take my clothes off,” she breathed out.
Then he pulled at the sleeves of her dress, and she helped him maneuver her arms out of it, letting the fabric fall and rest at her waist.
“You wore this just to mess with me, didn’t you?” he asked as he trailed his fingertips lightly across her shoulder.
She shivered under his touch as she said, “Yes, yes, I absolutely did.”
“You’ll pay for that.”
“Prove it,” she said.
And so he would. He pulled at the fabric of her lace bra, took her breast in his hand, and gently licked the nub of her nipple. Then he tugged, and she let out a small, “Oh, God,” as he sucked her into his mouth.
“You taste so good.” She was soft but perky for him, and his fingers claimed her flesh greedily. She grabbed a fistful of his hair as he brought the bud to his mouth again.
He glanced around the property, which was surrounded by hedges. His space was private, even though they were in the middle of the city. Plus, he didn’t see the point of going inside, not when the sun had turned her skin golden and warm.
He carefully knelt in the grass in front of her, pushed her dress up, and saw the most absurd pair of panties he’d ever laid eyes on.
“Little pink hearts?” He looked up, and she grinned wickedly back.
“Look closer. They have smiley faces, too.” Her hand found his hair, and she pulled at the ends.
He hooked his thumbs under the top edge of those panties and pulled them off slowly.
She stepped out of the panties and lifted the hem of her dress for him. She knew what she was doing just as much as he did, and that made him even hotter for her.
“I’m going to make you feel so good.” His fingertips trailed down her thighs, past her knees, then back up again. He looked up, his head between her legs, and her eyes smoldered back.
She opened her mouth, then closed it.
“What?” He wanted to dive right in, so to speak, but not if she was having second thoughts. “Should I stop?”
“Not to be dramatic, but if you don’t keep going I might actually need a new pacemaker.” She tapped the scar on her chest.
“So this is a life-and-death situation, then?” He was still on his knees, but he was getting the impression he wouldn’t have to beg.
“Please, Dash,” she said. “Please.”
15
SOPHIE
“Oh!” Sophie exclaimed as she steadied herself by fisting a hand through Dash’s hair.
Much like everything that morning, she truly couldn’t have predicted standing in her yard, topless, and being eaten out by Dash. It was a little hard to plan for these things!
“Tell me how to make you come,” he said.
She looked down at the beautiful curve of his distinguished nose, the dimple on his chin, and his strong arms holding her in place. Then she licked her lips and wondered if asking for her absolute favorite thing would be too much of a reach, considering he was already doing a great job on his own.
“Can I ride your face?” she asked, then scrunched up her nose. She’d never been so forward with what she wanted during sex. She wasn’t self-conscious, exactly, but she’d always worried about offending her partner by voicing the need for something different. She’d had plenty of great sex, but she’d usually let her partner explore her without interruption. This time, though, she wanted to tell Dash exactly what would make her come because she needed him to do that.
His eyes glazed over, and he cracked a naughty half smile. He lay down in the grass, his lips still wet from her, and she fell to her knees next to him, then hitched a leg over his head until she was on top of him. His mouth found her slit quickly, and he began to lightly trace her nub with his tongue. The combination of his light tongue flicks and the slightly cool breeze sent tingles through her.
If she’d known that outdoor sex would be this hot and fun, she would’ve tried it before. Or put it into one of her books. Maybe she should if she ever was able to write again… He plunged his tongue into her, making her thoughts stop entirely. She moaned loudly as he asked, “What will the neighbors think?”
Which…why was that making her want to come even more? Did she want to be caught? No, she would be absolutely mortified if someone walked in on them or peered over the tall fence, but that idea of being caught was undeniably doing something to her. She moved her hips a few inches up, then back, allowing him to lick the length of her.
Then she rested a hand on the grass behind her. His free hand caught her wrist and held her there as she continued to ride his face.
“You’re so wet,” he said in between licks.
Sophie realized, as she pinched her own nipples, that she had almost no inhibitions with Dash. She didn’t feel self-conscious about the way her body looked, how she tasted, or the little sounds she made. She was just in the moment and loving every bit of what he was doing.
When she reached one hand toward his belt and trailed her fingers over his bulge, he murmured “Fuck” underneath her.
As soon as he made her come, she planned to return the favor. And she was getting close. Her legs tensed, and she let her head fall back as she continued to glide her hips up and down. The sun warmed her cheeks, and she closed her eyes against the bright heat.
She groaned as she leaned back farther and his tongue dove into her while his middle finger traced circles over her clit. She bucked her hips back and forth while he continued to eat her out and tease her bud. The tension was building too fast and too quickly.
“I’m almost there.” She sat forward because she wanted to watch Dash as she came. His eyes closed as she wove her hands through his hair.
“Come for me,” he said. And those words, laced with the rich command in his voice and watching him from above, sent her over the edge.