Three Little Words (3 page)

            My lips slanted over hers, my tongue tracing the seam. She tasted so good, sweeter than I would have expected. Cinnamon and sugar. I let myself get lost in that taste, in the feel of her tongue when she finally parted her lips and let me inside.

            Adele braced her hands on my upper arms and broke away from the kiss. I groaned, my breathing irregular, the strawberry scent of her hair teasing my nose.

            I tensed, waiting. Wondering if she was about to chew me out for being grabby, though I was pretty sure that she’d been kissing me back.

            I held back a grimace when I noted that the bouquet I’d so painstakingly chosen for her was flattened, crushed as it had been between our bodies.

            She grinned, and ran her tongue over her lips in a way that didn’t help to ease the erection that was becoming more uncomfortable by the second.

            “Boy next door has a rough streak, huh?” She gave me that shit eating grin that I had come to associate with her specifically.

            “Only with you.” I didn’t want to feed her any bullshit. I wanted her bad, and now that the cards were on the table, I wasn’t going to play coy. I was who I was, a product of my upbringing, but unless I was very much mistaken, that was just fine with her.

            She studied me with eyes that were rimmed in something thick and dark, something that made them look huge, pools of blue that I wanted to dive into. I shifted beneath the gaze, feeling like she was seeing things inside of me that I didn’t necessarily want her to see.

            Things I didn’t want to even think about myself.

            “I like it.” Finally, she spoke, her voice dark with promise.

            That was all I needed, right in that moment. A noise of surprise slipped from between those sexy lips of hers when I pulled her to me again, moving us both inside the apartment and shutting the door behind us with my heel.

            “Where do you want your flowers?” I asked, my lips still touching hers. I ran a hand up and down the length of her spine, enjoying the feel of the bumps of her vertebrae through nothing more than the thin cotton of her sleeveless top.

            She wasn’t wearing a bra, her full breasts with their erect nipples scraping over the planes of my chest, and it was the sexiest thing I’d ever felt.

            She laughed, the sound a little breathless, and tossed the bouquet to the floor gently.

            “These are gorgeous. But you’ve got something that I want a little bit more right now.” Twining one of her long legs around my hip, she pressed her lips to mine again, her pelvis pressing forward into mine as she did, and I felt my eyes roll back in my head.

            “Where is your bedroom?” I cringed inwardly as I asked, wondering if it was too forward... not to mention I knew where her bedroom was. I’d never been in it, but the apartment was small, consisting of a main room with a galley kitchen, a bathroom, and the one other door I’d never darkened. Didn’t take a genius to figure it out.

            She didn’t comment, instead shaking her head and staggering with me to the couch.

            “Too far.”

            I landed on my ass when she pushed me down into a sitting position on the faded floral upholstery.

            A groan reverberated through my chest when she showered my lips, my cheeks, my neck with shallow kisses before she straddled me and took it deeper, sliding her tongue into my mouth with the confidence of a woman who knew what she wanted.

            My hips bucked up when she raked her nails over my shoulders. When those hands slid down to my waist, searching for the skin beneath my polo shirt I wondered how long I’d be able to control myself.

            Man, how had I waited this long? Had she been waiting for me to make the first move?

            Did it even matter? She was here now, moving like a wild thing in my lap, rubbing the heat of her pussy teasingly over the ridge of my cock. And unless I got my shit together, she was going to remember me as the guy who just sat there and let her do everything. Or worse, as the guy who came in his pants.

            “Hold still.” I barely recognized the voice that came from my throat. Adele paused, an amused half smile playing at the corners of her lips. The smile melted into a shocked gasp of what I sure as hell hoped was pleasure as I splayed my hands over her butt, tugging her towards me until her heat was centered directly over my erect cock.

            Part of me wanted to hold her there, to grind against her until we were both dizzy with want.

            A stronger part thought that we both had too many clothes on. I wanted to strip her naked, feast on that flesh that I’d been dreaming about, then plunge inside of her until we both came. Until she was mine.

            It took everything that I had to remember that I needed to ask her before that became a reality.

            “How far do you want to take this?” One of my hands moved from her butt, skimming up her waist, her ribcage, the side of her breast. She shivered, and I watched the dark circle of her nipple pull tight against the thin white cotton of her top.

            “
Mal.
” She twisted in my arms, turning until my hand cupped her breast. I squeezed before I could think, savouring the sensation of the heavy weight against my palm.

            “You have to tell me.” My free hand moved to her waist and started to inch up the fabric of her top. My body was tense, waiting for her to give me the go-ahead, so I could whip the offensive thing off and finally press myself against her naked body.

            “I want it all.” Bending forward, she sank her teeth into the cord of my neck. A bolt of heat shot through me.

            “Jesus Christ, Adele.” I wasn’t sure how much longer I could hold back. Not being inside of her was starting to be an actual, physical ache.

            “I don’t have anything.” Sitting back on her heels, her weight pressing forward into my erection, she crossed her arms at the waist and stripped her tank up and over her head. I was rendered momentarily incoherent by the sight of her naked breasts, the nipples dark rose and tightly contracted, punctuating the creamy flesh that I wanted to lap at with my tongue. “I sure as hell hope you do.”

            “My wallet.” I groaned and cupped both of her breasts in my hands, rubbing my thumbs over her nipples. She arched into the touch, that throaty laugh of hers echoing around the small room.

            “Sure of yourself, weren’t you?” Reaching between our bodies without pulling away from my touch, she gathered the hem of my T-shirt in her fingers and tried to pull it up and off.

            “Hang on.” I resented having to take my hands from her body, even just long enough to strip my shirt over my head. Her busy hands moved immediately to the buckle of my belt, and though my body thoroughly agreed with the speed at which she was moving, my mind wanted to slow down just a bit, to savour.

            Just in case this was the only time I got to do this—to be here, like this, with her.

            “Slow down, Adele.” My mouth said one thing, my body another as my hips rocked forward, seeking her touch. I stopped breathing for a moment when she managed to wrestle the zipper of my jeans down and her fingers grazed the rock solid length of my cock.

            “I can’t.” Before I could say anything else, she had my jeans and my boxers pulled down around my hips. Her own rough denim brushed over the head of my cock seconds before she wrapped her hand around the shaft, and I had to tense my entire body to keep from coming right that second.

            “How come you’re wearing more clothes than me?” I pushed lightly at her hips, until she climbed off of my lap, breathless and laughing. I watched intently as she hooked her fingers in the waistband of her stretchy jeans and shoved them down her hips and off.

            “Wow.” My mouth dried up as I took her in—Adele Cavanaugh, the girl who had fascinated me for months, wearing nothing but a neon pink thong. Her skin was pale everywhere except the places it was marked with bright ink, and I could see the shadow of the strawberry and gold curls between her legs through the sheer lace of her thong.

            I would remember this for the rest of my life.

            “Are you sure?” The good guy in me had to ask, even as the rest of me wanted to grab her, to wrap her hair in my fist and to sink inside of her, balls deep. I pulled my wallet from my pants but hesitated to extract one of the two condoms that I had tucked in there before I’d headed off to buy her flowers.

            Yeah, that’s me, ever hopeful.

            Adele looked down at me solemnly, and I thought she looked like a goddess, or maybe a mermaid, with her long red hair curving over her shoulders, her eyes bright and eager. Slowly she straddled me, and now only one flimsy layer of fabric separated me from the heat that I could feel pulsing from her core.

            She leaned forward until her lips brushed against mine. This brought her cleft into contact with my cock, and if it hadn’t been for those goddamn panties I would have been inside her.

            “Thank you for asking,” she whispered against my lips, rubbing her breasts against my chest wantonly. “And next time I want to take the time to explore this gorgeous body that you’ve been hiding underneath those preppy ass sweaters.”

            My blood heated at the mention of
next time
.

            “But you’ve been teasing me for weeks now. Coming over here, watching those movies with those sexy glasses sliding down your nose. Looking at me like you want to eat me up but never so much as holding my hand.” Sliding a hand down my chest, she tapped her fingers on the flat expanse of my abdomen. I sucked in a breath, and then another when she wrapped those wicked fingers around me.

            She circled her thumb over the head of my cock, and I felt the warm surge of precome following in the wake of the touch.

            “Like I said, we can play later.” She nipped at my ear lobe as she squeezed my erection in her hot palm.

            “I want you to put a condom on and get your fucking cock inside of me.
Now
.”

            Her words sucked the air from my lungs. I’d had sex before, good sex, but I’d always had to be the aggressor. To have a woman—
this
woman—tell me in no uncertain terms what she wanted?

            I’d died and gone to heaven.

            I reached for my glasses, which were steaming up with the heat radiating off of our skin. Adele shook her head.

            “Leave them on.”

            That mouth of hers teased my neck, my lips as I struggled to rip the foil of the condom packet. I pictured those full, wet lips wrapping around my cock, and prayed like hell that there would indeed be a next time.

            “Stop, just for a sec.” I couldn’t concentrate to put the condom on when she was having her way with me like that. Pouting a bit—the cutest expression ever to cross her lips—she laced her fingers together over the soft curve of her belly and leaned back, watching intently as I pinched the tip of the latex tube and rolled it down over my length.

            “God, that’s so hot.” Her eyes ate up my movements as I adjusted the condom, securing the rubber ring around my base. My cock was already engorged to the point of no return, but I swear it got even harder, hearing those words. “Hurry up.”

            I wasn’t going to argue. Once the condom was secure, she hooked her fingers in the waist band of her thong, intending to shimmy out of them, I think, but every last shred of my patience was gone.

            I slid my hands between her legs and used one hand to pull the elastic crotch of her panties to the side. She gasped and ground down against me when I slid a finger through her folds and up, grazing her clit.

            “Liked that, did you?” I muttered, my eyes fixed on her face as I repeated the movement. I savoured her shudder, grinning that it was me making her feel like this.

            “God, Mal. That is... it’s so...” Adele’s words died down when I circled her clit, then slid my finger inside of her again. I felt her inner walls clench around my hand, smelled her arousal, and was pretty sure I was in heaven.

            “This feels just as good for me,” I forced out between clenched teeth as she rode my hand.

            Experimenting, I slid a second finger into her liquid heat and rubbed my thumb over her engorged clit at the same time.

            She squirmed in my lap, her breath starting to come in short little pants.

            I felt like the top of my head was going to blow off.

            “Mal.
Now
.”

            I ignored her. I wanted to make her come.

            I wanted to make sure that she’d remember me. Wanted to make sure that I stood out from the crowd of cookie cutter guys from privileged families who had their futures secured from their families reputations.

           
Fuck that.
 She’d chosen me.

            I continued the pressure on her clit, crooking my fingers inside of her, rubbing them over a knot of flesh that the tips of my fingers found.

            She must have liked it, because her entire body stiffened, her vaginal walls clenching until I thought that my hand was going to be bruised for sure.

            I did it again, and was startled and deeply satisfied when her pussy began to tremble around my fingers, a rush of heat painting my hand.

            “Damn it, Mal.
Now!
” She cried out as her orgasm broke, riding my hand the way I wanted her to ride my cock. Her back arched, and she tangled her fingers in her hair, riding the wave of her climax.

            She looked like a siren rising from the sea. She was breathtaking, lost to her own pleasure.

            She was
mine
.

            I was barely able to wait for her to start to come down. I drew my fingers out slowly, flexing them to get the blood flowing.