The Do Over

I looked over to see Chris rolling his eyes at me.

"I rest my case. Just enjoy it. You deserve this. And that's about all the girlie talk I'm having with you." He reached down and shifted himself. "Yup, my manhood's intact. My balls are where they belong. Are yours?" He raised an eyebrow.

"Make sure to leave the key on your way out," I said.

As I was getting ready to jump in the shower, I heard Chris mutter something under his breath, but I didn't really care.

Sleep would have to wait. Dani would be here soon, and I couldn't wait to see her. Who am I kidding? I couldn't wait to get my hands on her. All week, I'd thought about how her body had felt soft and silky under my fingers. The sounds she'd made and the way she'd moved had driven me insane. Damn. I was getting hard just thinking about her. She knew how much I wanted her. I could tell in the way her teasing had escalated.

This trip down to the Keys with Dani was significant to me. After my dad had passed away, my mom had assumed the role of raising two teenage boys. It hadn't been an easy task. She had drilled in our heads to treat all women with respect because there would come a time when one woman would stand out. For that significant lady, we were to treat her like a queen but never forget that we were men. At sixteen, I hadn't gotten it, but I had done it the best way any awkward teenager could. I'd carried that advice with me throughout my life.

Dani was unique, and I wanted to make the first time we were together memorable for her. I was taking her to a quiet and secluded place I knew on the Atlantic coast of the Keys. She deserved the best, and I was going to do everything I could to give it to her.

I heard her knocking as I was about to get dressed. I quickly threw on a T-shirt and a pair of shorts and headed to the front door.

"Welcome to my humble abode," I said, opening the door for her.

God, she looks beautiful. She had on a snug tank top and very short shorts on. Her hair was loose, falling softly on her face. What got me every time though was her smile. I reached out and dragged her into me as I led her inside. I buried my head in her neck. She was like a tall glass of water in a hot desert. Holding her melted away all my tension.

"Hey." She hypnotically looked up at me through her long lashes. "Happy to see me?"

Her hotness at that very moment was off the charts, and it took everything in my power to not go caveman on her. I wanted to throw her over my shoulder and take her to my bed. She cracked a smile and then bit her lower lip, letting out a soft sigh. I was about to lose it. My dick was definitely wide-awake.

I pulled back from her and smiled. "Happy doesn't begin to describe it. You look amazing as always."

"What about my kiss?" She pouted with a hand on her hip.

My eyes were trained on her lips. They were begging for my attention, and I wanted to give it to them.

"Baby…" I took a deep breath. "If I kiss you now, I won't be able to stop."

I wanted her. There was no doubt about it. She drove me insane and turned me on. There was nothing more that I wanted than to be with her. From the moment I saw her until probably the day I took my last breath, my desire would burn for her.

She moved toward me with an exotic look in her eyes, almost like a tiger about to catch her prey. "I want my hello kiss."

My girl liked playing with fire. Good thing that was my specialty.

"I warned you," I said, keeping my eyes focused on hers.

I could feel my heart beating faster in my chest. I had to clear my head. I could just kiss her hello. I could do this. Although I couldn't stop thinking about the other night, feeling her squirming under my touch, I reminded myself that she deserved our first time to be special.

Licking her lips, she smiled and let out a sexy laugh.

I was a goner. I needed to keep it together. I had to love her more than I loved my dick. Shit, where'd that come from?

I went up to her, leaned in, and brushed my lips softly against hers. Her lips parted in a smile, and she let out a soft moan. F*ck, that was hot. My mouth went rogue on hers. I cupped her face with my hands to try to keep them occupied because they had orders from my dick to touch every single inch of her body. I reminded myself to love her more than my dick. Shit, there it was again. I had to keep my head in the game because my dick was calling the shots, and she deserved better than that. I wanted better for her, for us.

I pulled back, breathing heavily. When my fingers caressed her face, she leaned into them with a whimper.

"Baby," I said with a husky voice, "I need to stop. I want you too much." I tried to keep it together as much as I could. "I want to give you something special, and right now, I'm not thinking special."

I needed her help here. She wrapped her hand around my neck and brought my head toward hers. Grazing her lips over mine, she teased me with her tongue.

With her mouth still on mine, she crooned, "Liam, I want you. Now. Don't stop." She stood on her toes, running her hands through my hair.

When I picked her up, she wrapped her legs tightly around my waist. After I set her down on the kitchen counter, her fingers hooked under the hem of her top. My eyes trailed her hands as they slowly slid the top off of her body.

I traced her body with my mouth, blowing softly as I moved up to follow the path of the discarded top. "Tell me what you like," I whispered in her ear, nipping her lobe.

She pressed her body against mine as she tilted her head to the side. "Everything you're doing," she said, her voice sweetly alluring. "I haven't been able to stop thinking about how you touched me the other night."

Her body moved seductively while my hands traced the silky outline of her bra.

As my hands toyed with her nipples, I mumbled in her hair, "I knew my touch would be memorable."

Her hands slid down my chest and rested over my shorts. "Without a doubt," she panted, squeezing my dick, "very cocky."

My lips curled into a smile as they brushed over hers, and then I kissed her with everything I had. I needed her more than air. I wanted to feel her body under my touch. When I caressed her, her body shivered, and my dick throbbed.

Her tits were swollen and bulging out of her bra. I unclasped her bra and set them free. Kneading her nipple with one hand, I brought my mouth over the other one as I sucked on it gently, swirling my tongue and nipping it with my teeth. Her head fell back as she purred.

"How about that? Do you like that?" I asked. Squeezing her tits together, I licked each nipple.

"Nope, not at all. I think you're losing your touch. You have to work harder," she said breathlessly as she slid her hands under my shirt.

I slipped my hands up her shorts. "Oh, I'll give you harder."

My fingers teased her wet p-ssy. Her moans were driving me insane, making me come undone. She was hot and panting, and my dick was throbbing. I was ready for deep and steady strokes.

"Baby, I need you so f*cking much," I said through labored breathing.

Her hands traveled up my chest and around my back, pulling me closer to her. She brought her lips to my neck, licking and nibbling until she reached my ear. "Liam," she whispered, "make love to me."

My heart rate was soaring. I carried her to my room and laid her on the bed. I stood there and admired her. I was crazed, yearning to be inside her.

I smiled. "You're so beautiful."

Suddenly, something changed for me. I had to slow down. Maybe everything just became clear. I wanted her to be mine in more than a physical way. She owned me. If I had a doubt before, it was gone now. Looking at her, I knew that I loved her.

"Are you sure?" I asked.