“No what?”
“Well, a booty call is coming quick after a night out.”
“Oh, please.” I roll my eyes.
He sits forward and puts his hands on my thighs and spreads my legs. “I’m talking about spreading you out and eating you up.”
I swallow the lump in my throat.
“And riding you so hard for hours that you won’t remember anyone before me.”
Our eyes are locked.
“And you’ll be wet, and full of me.” He grabs a handful of my hair and drags my face down to him. He puts his mouth to my ear. “And I’ll be full of you.” He whispers as his tongue darts out to lick my face. My eyes flutter closed at the feeling of his thick tongue.
Dear God.
Goosebumps scatter up my arms.
He releases me and sits up as if completely detached. “Take your time and think about it. I know this isn’t everyone’s cup of tea and a lot of women can’t handle it.”
“Think about what?” I ask.
“I don’t do things in halves, I don’t do relationships, and I most definitely don’t share.”
“What do you do?” I whisper.
“I can fuck you like nobody has before.”
The air crackles between us.
“Make up your mind, because if we do this, we do it hard.” He drops to his knees between my legs and licks up the length of my inner thigh. I watch him, transfixed.
Fucking hell . . .
He flicks his tongue up my thigh as his eyes hold mine and I glance at the door. What if someone comes in and sees him on his knees doing this?
“You want sex with no strings?” I whisper.
“Yes.” With one last open-mouthed kiss on my bikini bottoms over my sex, he stands. “I want a consensual arrangement.”
My insides begin to melt.
“Will we see other people?” I ask.
“No.”
“Why would I do that?”
His eyes hold mine. “Because it’s the only way you can have me.”
Damn it, how does he know?
He leans down, cups my face in his hand and kisses me softly, with just the right amount of suction. “You know how to reach me.”
He walks out of the door and doesn’t look back, and the door closes behind him.
I close my eyes as I try to control my breathing.
Holy fucking fuck.
Chapter 8
I push the food around my plate with my fork.
“I said, don’t you like it?” Rebecca says as if repeating herself.
“Huh?” I look up in a daze. “I’m sorry, I didn’t hear you.” I quickly shovel a mouthful in. “Of course I like it. This is my favorite.”
Daniel watches me. “What’s wrong with you tonight?”
“Nothing, why?”
“Because you’ve hardly said two words since you got home.”
“Tired, I guess.” I shrug, not wanting to tell them the news that Elliot Miles licked my thigh in the sauna and wants sex with no strings and I’m not allowed to see anyone else and he has a big dick and this whole month is turning into a fucking disaster.
“Have you heard from Elliot?” Rebecca asks.