“What are you doing?”
“This,” he said again and went to his knees. “Thank you for wearing a dress for me. It makes things easier.” He slid his hands up her thighs and gripped the edge of her panties before pulling them down to rest right under her ass.
She gasped and put one hand on the top of his head, the other on his shoulder. “Graham, it’s going to be hot today, so I wore a dress. What are you doing?”
“What does it look like I’m doing? I’m having breakfast.” And with that, he pulled her panties to her ankles and nudged at her legs. When she moved, he set her underwear to the side and flipped up the hem of her dress.
“Graham…”
“Shh…let me taste.” He spread her then, loving the way the hood over her clit swelled, and yet he could see the tiny nub peeking through. He leaned forward and licked it. When she moaned, he slid one of her legs over his shoulder and sucked on her clit while using his free hand to massage her thigh. She tasted sweet and salty, the perfect combination. Her pussy was pink, wet, and his.
He loved eating pussy. There was nothing like watching a woman come hard on your face while you tasted every drop of her. Of course, he knew women liked it when his beard scraped their inner thighs as he went to town, and Blake was no exception if her cries were any indication.
He licked her clit, then down her labia before shaking his head from side to side.
“Holy hell,” she gasped. “Your beard, on my clit. I didn’t know that was a thing, and hell, was that a thing!”
He smiled before truly giving her the whole of him. He sucked, licked, bit down. He speared her with his fingers, ran his thumb over her clit, and worked her until she was panting on his face. And when he pulled his hand away and covered her bundle of nerves with his mouth, flicking his tongue back and forth over her, she came, her gasps turning to screams, and her body shaking.
He lapped her up, his cock rock-hard, but he wasn’t going to fuck her against the door today.
He’d keep her waiting.
Keep himself waiting.
When her body quit shaking, he stood up carefully, making sure her feet were firmly planted on the ground even in her very sexy wedges, and kissed her.
“Good morning.”
She mumbled something he couldn’t quite hear.
“Huh?” He smiled even as he said it.
“Good morning. Work. I need to work.”
He laughed. “You okay to drive, baby?”
She nodded, closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and opened them. “Yes. I’m good. I’ll just chug that coffee. I’m late now I think.”
He kissed the tip of her nose. “Sorry about that.”
“You’re not. And because I’m late for work, I can’t help with that very thick lead pipe in your boxers.”
He grinned and rocked said pipe into her hip. “No problem, baby. See you tonight?”
She paused for a moment. “Yeah, I’ll see you tonight.”
He kissed her goodbye and watched her walk to her car and pull out before he went back inside. She was right; it was going to be a hot one today, but not as hot as it had been a moment ago.
As he went back to his bathroom to take a shower and rub one off, he frowned. She’d said she had something important to tell him, and he’d distracted her. Oh well, he’d hear it later tonight if it was that important. He hadn’t been able to keep his hands off her, and frankly, he didn’t know why he should.
The fact that he had a spring in his step from seeing her, tasting her, told him he had more problems to worry about than his schedule for the day, though. He was starting to rely on her for his mood, and that was something he’d promised himself he would never do.
Yet, he wasn’t sure he could stop it.
And with those confusing thoughts, he got into the shower and thought of Blake. Because with a hard cock and a whirling mind, he couldn’t think of anyone or anything else. He’d deal with everything later.
Much later.
10
Graham really, really, wanted to bend her over the pool table and fuck her. But as they were in public, that probably wasn’t the best idea. The fact that they were out at a local pub having a calm, pleasant date, should have reminded him not to act like a crazy, lust-starved man around her. Apparently, when it came to Blake, Graham didn’t know how to act or rein in his emotions.
He’d been every kind of asshole to her, then every kind of man who wanted to get her into bed. Yet beyond all of that, he wanted to know her. That should have scared him since he’d done the whole serious relationship thing in the past, but his mind wouldn’t be stopped.
Not for Blake.
Not now.
Blake turned around from her spot near the pool table and raised a brow. “It’s your turn, but if you’re going to spend the entire time staring at my ass instead of the balls, then maybe I will win this round.”