His Fantasy Girl (Things to do Before You Die… #1)

“Really? That’s impressive.”


“Babe, you’re one pretty resourceful woman. Anyway, you meet me outside with my truck and…” His gaze focused on her lips, and she remembered what he said about there only being one thing he wanted her to do with her mouth and it wasn’t talking. She could make a pretty good guess at what he did want, and her tongue came out to lick her lower lip. A flash of amusement flickered in his eyes. “I think you can guess what happens next.”

She glanced down at the soft faded denim hiding the huge bulge in his jeans. He was already hard, that much was clear. She licked her lips again, and he groaned.

Could she do this? Here and now, on the side of the road? Did she want to do this? Oh yes. She just wasn’t sure of the logistics. Should they undress, should she wait for him to make a move? But for once she wanted to instigate things, wanted some level of control.

She peered up at his face. His eyes held a hint of frustrated amusement, but he remained silent as if to let her think things through. She could do this. And she wanted to do this.

Reaching out slowly, she trailed a hand over the bulge of his erection, heard the hiss of indrawn breath. She slipped her fingers under the hem of his T-shirt, pushed it up, and fumbled with his belt buckle, finally managing to tug it open. She hesitated a moment, then flicked open the button at his waist. No going back now. Taking the zipper tab between her finger and thumb she slowly lowered it. He groaned. “Baby, don’t you dare stop.”

Now what?

She tugged at his jeans, and he lifted up so she could pull them down around his hips. His boxers snagged on his erection, and she took a deep breath and slid her hand inside, wrapped it around the rigid heat of his shaft, pushing his boxers down with her other hand.

She gazed down at him. The other night had been too intense; she hadn’t really taken him in. Now she stared. She’d never thought of penises as beautiful before, but Logan’s was stunning. Satin skin stretched tight over steel. He was long, reaching up past his navel, and thick, flaring at the head, and her sex clenched up at the sight of all that masculine power at her mercy.

Her mouth watered.

Suddenly his seat fell back, and she realized he’d pulled the lever beside him. Now he half lay beside her. Should she stay in her seat or kneel on the floor? She’d try the seat first—she didn’t think she’d fit on the floor.

“You’re making me hurt here.” His voice was ragged with tension.

“I’m sorry,” she muttered. “Was I quicker in your fantasy?”

“Hey, don’t make me beg.”

She cocked her head on one side and studied him. “Would you?”

“Hell, yeah.”

She was so wet from just thinking about this. Lowering her head, she stroked her tongue from the base to the tip, swirling around the head, breathing in the musky scent of him, her senses filling with the clean taste—citrus and soap and hot man. She pulled back and glanced up. “Is there any particular way to do this? You know…to fulfill your fantasy?”

He growled low in his throat. “You’re a tease, Sergeant Parker.”

Was she? She never had been before, but she was different with Logan. He was so…carnal. She felt liberated when she was with him like this, free to be someone she’d never even thought existed. She’d worry about it later; right now she had more important things to do.

This time, she took the flaring head of his cock fully into her mouth and sucked, loving the way his hips lifted, trying to push deeper into her mouth. She grazed him with her teeth, and he went still. She was in charge here. Slowly, she slid her lips down over the length of him, until he hit the back of her throat and she could take no more. She’d heard about deep throating but suspected she might throw up if she tried, and that might ruin the moment. Wrapping her fist around the base of his cock, she spent minutes gliding up and down the thick shaft, then more, suckling the head, feeling him jerk and pulse inside her mouth. She loved that she could give him pleasure like this. A quick glance showed his eyes were closed, his lips slightly parted, and a ragged pulse beat in his throat.

She kissed the tip and moved lower, using her tongue to caress the taut skin of his balls until they gleamed wetly and she knew he was close. Wrapping her mouth around him again, she concentrated on the head, sucking hard, then soft. His hand slid into her hair, fingers digging into her scalp as he guided her movements. She reached between them, cupped her palm around his balls and squeezed gently, and he came with a final thrust into her mouth, filling her with the hot, salty taste of him. She swallowed convulsively as he pumped into her. She’d never actually swallowed before. Her partners in the past had always pulled out—out of politeness she presumed. She liked this way better.