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“Yes, thank you so much.
 
I don’t know how I’ll ever repay you,” Tessa
replied.
 
“Jarod dropped it off early
this morning good as new.
 
I was able to
make my morning classes without catching the bus.” Placing the flowers in the
vase, she set it on the counter between the kitchen and the dining area.
 
“They’re beautiful,” she whispered.
 
Greg made short distance of the space between
them and pulled her body against his.
 
His hands rested at her low back.

“Not nearly as beautiful as you,” he said before
lowering his mouth to hers.
 
Tessa moaned
softly at the feel of his lips on hers again.
 
Greg’s lips nimbly worked hers, coaxing her to open up and accept
him.
 
And she did.
 
The feel of his tongue slipping into her
mouth and mingling with her own was exquisite.
 
And he tasted amazing.
 
Not the
caramel coffee of earlier, but rather something minty and fresh.
 
Her hands gripped his grey t-shirt as she
held on for dear life.
 
The kiss lasted
for several minutes and Tessa was completely breathless when it ended.

“Christ, I’ve been waiting for too long to do that
again,” Greg said softly.
 
He kissed her
on the forehead and the nose.
 
But Tessa
had other ideas.
 
This man turned her
inside out and one kiss was not enough to start the evening.
 
Her grip on his t-shirt tightened and she
pulled him back to her lips.
 
This time
she took some control over the kiss.
 
Her
tongue flicked over his lips and then between his lips and into his mouth.
 
The growl that escaped him only encouraged
her.
 
One hand moved from his shirt to
the back of his neck and up into his short hair.
 
His hold on her low back tightened as she
deepened the kiss.
 
Grabbing her hips, he
lifted her onto the edge of her countertop and pushed his body between her
legs.
 
The fabric of her dress rode up
her thighs, and she could feel his erection pressed against her core.
 
Tessa gasped and pulled back from the kiss.

“Greg,” she whimpered, looking into his heated grey
eyes.

“Don’t stop, Tessa,” he said roughly.
 
His arousal was apparent in his voice.
 
Weaving his fingers into her curly mane and
bending forward, Greg slammed his lips against hers.
  
His hand flexed at the back of her head,
holding her in exactly the position he wanted her.
 
And he kissed her senseless, his tongue
licking the inside of her mouth as if it couldn’t get enough of her.
 
Tessa lost all sense of control.
 
Both hands slid into his hair and pulled him
even more into her.
 
Her hips pushed off
the counter and ground against his hips.
 
He rubbed his erection against the center of her, hitting her clit with
each stroke.
 
With her one hand resting
against the countertop, she threw her head back, breaking their kiss.
 
She didn’t recognize the mewling sounds that
escaped her, but she didn’t care.
 
This
man knew how to use his body to please her and she was sure she was going to
come fully clothed upon her countertop from his shameless efforts.
 

“Oh God,” Tessa cried out.
 
The wave of an orgasm crashed over her and
her body shuddered as she splintered into a million pieces.
 
Her hand once again gripped his shirt for
support in order to keep herself upright.
 
And Greg still rubbed himself against her, making sure to let her ride
out the full wave of ecstasy.
 

“Fuck, Tessa,” he said, nuzzling into her neck as
she slowly came down from the high.
 
“That was amazing.
 
I want so
desperately to touch you.
 
To taste you.
 
To be inside of you.”
 
Tessa stared into his eyes.
 
Now,
his face was flushed.
 
She knew that he
was worked up.
 
She could feel it between
her legs.
 
She slid her hand down the
length of her body to the edge of her dress.
 
His gaze followed the path of her fingers as they slipped under her
dress.
  
She slid her panties to the side
and slipped her middle finger between her wet folds.
 
“Tessa,” he growled.
 
But before he could say anything else, she
pushed her finger into her sex and moaned.
 
He gripped the countertop so tightly his knuckles turned white.
 
Removing her finger from her wet pussy, she
offered it to him.
 

“Taste me,” she said with a confidence she didn’t
know she had.
 
His gaze never left
hers.
 
The heat in his eyes… the heat of
his mouth around her finger made her heady.
 
And she knew there was no turning back.
 
He was about to stake his claim on her and she had never wanted anything
more in her life.

Chapter
Five

Holy
fuck!
 
Watching Tessa finger herself then offer him
a taste almost made him come in his pants.
 
He truly was so close, and she tasted divine, a spicy feminine flavor
that he planned on enjoying more thoroughly.
 
He pulled her hips to the very edge of the counter and lowered onto his
haunches.
 
The exhilarating scent of her
hit him and made his cock unimaginably harder.
 
He spread her legs farther apart and hooked her panties around two of
his fingers to move them out of the way.
 
Fuck!
 
She was
a true blonde!
 
Her pussy was covered
in short, soft, blonde hairs.
 
His thumbs
separated her lips and he growled at the sight of the soft pink flesh, his
mouth watering.

“Greg,” she pleaded.
 
His gaze rose to hers.
 
Her head
was bent forward.
 
Her hands gripped the
countertop.

“Tessa, you told me to taste you and I have every
intention of doing so,” he whispered against her inner thigh as he kissed his
way up.
 
“Every
intention.”
 
As he reached the apex
of her legs, his tongue flicked out and over her clit.
 
She practically shot off the counter.
 
Holding her legs down and apart, he lapped up
her sex and between her folds, taking his time to taste every part of her.
 
He gave particular attention to that little
bundle of nerves that he planned to use to set her off again.
 

“That feels amazing,” she said breathless.
 
“I’ve never…
Oh God!”
 
He watched as her head went back and her
breathing became even more erratic.
 
He
kept his gaze on her as his mouth closed around her clit and he sucked on
it.
 
“Fuck!” she yelled.
 
He groaned against her.
 
He had yet to hear her say a true swear word
so it was a turn-on to hear her use one in the midst of pleasuring her.
 
Her body trembled, her legs quaked.
 
Sliding a finger inside her wet pussy, he
felt it clamp down and pull him deeper.
 
Christ, she was incredibly tight!
 
The thought of her covering his cock was
beyond comprehension.
 
The way she
gripped his finger told him she’d be like a second skin on him and his cock
throbbed against the fly of his jeans.
 
He watched as her head came forward, her eyes closed tight, and her
breath came out in short pants.
 

“Look at me, Tessa,” he ordered, flicking his tongue
against her clit and fucking her with his finger.
 
“I want you to know who is making you feel
this way.”
 
Her eyes opened slowly.
 
He noticed the lusty haze in her eyes as his
tongue continued to assault her clit.
 
He
felt the quiver of her cunt around his finger and he observed as she crested
over the edge.
 

“
Ohhhh
,” she cried,
thrusting her pelvis up.
 
Her hand
gripped the back of his head and held him against her until her body started to
relax.
 
When she finally sighed, he
pulled himself up to his feet and slipped his finger free of her body.
 
Leaning over the counter to where she had
slumped in relief, he pressed his lips, moist with her juices, against her
mouth.

“I could taste you all night long,” he whispered
against her lips.
 

“I’m pretty sure I couldn’t survive you doing that
all night long,” she whispered back.
 
He
felt her smile against his lips.
 
“I’ve
never had a man give me an orgasm… let alone two so close in proximity.”
 
Greg pulled back from their soft kisses.

“What?” he asked, hearing the worry in his
voice.
 
“Are you a
virgin, Tessa?”
 
The thought brought back
the reality of their age difference.
 
She
was twenty-seven.
 
Though he didn’t know
how men weren’t throwing themselves at her, he supposed it was possible that
she was not sexually active… that she was a virgin.
 
Tessa laughed.

“Not in the true sense of the word,” she said.
 
“I’ve had sex with a few guys.
 
They just never got me off.”
 
Greg felt an unfamiliar feeling rise up
inside of him.
 
It was a mixture of
jealousy of the guys that had been there before him and anger that those guys
hadn’t taken care of her.

“So these guys you’ve been with just got themselves
off?” he asked, trying to disguise his anger at the idea.
 
“They didn’t touch you?
 
They didn’t taste you?”
 
What kind of guy just shoved his dick inside
of her without any concern for her comfort or pleasure?
 
Fuck, that
pissed him
off!
 

“No one has ever gone down on me before,” she said,
shaking her head.
 
“But that was
amazing.
 
Oh my God!
 
Amazing!”
 
Her blue eyes were big and looking at him in
wonderment.
 
“I could get used to
that.”
 
He watched as a slight blush
flowed across her face at this admittance.
 
She was so fucking adorable.

“Oh, Tessa, you better get used to it,” he said,
smiling at her.
 
“I plan on doing that to
you every single chance I get.”
 
She
gasped as he picked her up from the counter and kissed her on the lips before
setting her on the ground.
 
“Do you want
to freshen up before we go?
 
We do have a
date to go on.”

“What about you?” she asked sweetly.
 
“Can I take care of you?”
 
She pushed her tight little body against his
and he felt his cock immediately spring to life.

“There’s plenty of time for that,” he replied,
running his fingers through her hair and tilting her head up to look at
him.
 
“Go get your shoes and your purse
and let’s go get something to eat.”
 
He
placed a small kiss on the tip of her nose before turning her around and
slapping her firmly on the behind.
 

“I’ll make you pay for that,” she yelped, looking
over her shoulder at him as she headed into her bedroom.
 
He saw the heat in her eyes and his cock
pressed tightly against his jeans.
 
He
realized that he was so sexually on edge right now that anything she did was
going to be sheer torture.
 

Chapter
Six

“I know it’s a little late for this question given
the events back at my apartment and the fact that we sit here on a date eating
dinner, but you aren’t married, are you?” Tessa asked sheepishly.
 
She felt ridiculous asking the question.
 
She had been spread eagle on top of her
kitchen counter with his face buried between her legs only an hour ago.
 
The memory of his eyes looking up at her as
he swiped and curled his tongue all over her wet slit caused heat to course
through her.
 
He had demanded that she
watch him.
 
It hadn’t been a
request.
 
It was a demand.
 
And that vision would be seared in her memory
forever.
 
She’d never experienced
anything so erotic.