Page 47 of Don't Bite the Botanist
Tressa hummed for a moment as if deep in thought, then said, “How about we take this ice cream somewhere moreprivateand discuss it?”
The way she said “private” sent a tingle down Ethan’s spine straight to his stirring cock that had no business waking up when he could do nothing about it. Not that it was ever fully asleep anytime Tressa was around.
“Yeah, works for me,” he managed to choke out, feeling the last threads of willpower slipping from his grasp. He took another huge lick to avoid saying something stupid. Something along the lines of suggesting they go back to the compound where he could ravage her for the rest of the day.
While his brain and his dick continued to war internally, Tressa put the car in drive and expertly navigated the small-town streets with one hand as she continued to swipe her tongue over her ice cream.
She only drove for a few minutes down the road before turning into the gravel lot of what looked like an abandoned church nestled against a lush forest. She parked the car around back and turned the engine off.
Ethan stepped out and took a second to look around. Between the large trees and the empty parking lot, they had more than enough privacy for anything Tressa might have in mind.
Or anythinghehad in mind. Watching her take slow, suggestive licks of the ice cream cone while driving had led to a number of naughty thoughts running through his brain, and he was quickly losing the ability to hide how she affected him. Ethan shot a furtive glance her way, taking in how her tongue flicked and swirled across thebright pink ice cream. He couldn’t help but envision how that talented tongue might be applied to other tasks. And the look Tressa gave him as she slid onto the hood of the sports car and crooked a finger at him was not helping.
Even though she somehow managed to make it look effortless, Ethan struggled to scramble onto the hood without dropping his dessert, and he winced when his knee connected with the metal hard enough to leave a small dent.
“Smooth, Dr. Rose,” she commented, not even trying to hide her snicker.
“Sorry,” he replied, twisting his body so his legs were parallel to Tressa’s, her bronze skin lit up by the late afternoon sun. “I don’t spend much time on the hood of a car.”
“No?” she asked, running her tongue up a line of ice cream that was dripping onto her fingers. “You didn’t have a spot in the woods where you took girls to go necking when you were a teenager?”
He laughed so hard he almost dropped his cone. “Necking? No, can’t say as I ever did that since it’s not the 1950’s. When I was in high school, we mostly just made out in the back of a movie theater.”
Tressa stuck her bottom lip out in a fake pout. “And here I thought you enjoyed being out in nature.”
“Oh, I do,” he replied, ignoring the drop of ice cream that landed on the car in favor of getting lost in Tressa’s dazzling brown eyes. “Which is why I’m having a hard time being a gentleman right now. You bought me my favorite ice cream and took me to a secluded place screened in by towering trees. If I didn’t know better, I’d think you were trying to seduce me.”
Tressa shifted onto her side to face him and took an obscenely long lick. “Who says I’m not?”
A melted drop slid off and landed on the curve of her breasts, andhe couldn’t help but stare as the bit of pink ice cream slid down into her cleavage.
If he wasn’t hard before, he definitely was now. And the thin track pants he’d thrown on after the shower were officially doing nothing to hide that fact. He regretted not pumping one out while he was scrubbing up under the hot water, but he’d been in a hurry to get back to her and whatever surprise she had planned. That strong urge alone should have told him he needed to empty his balls if he was going to be near her, but after taking care of himself in bed almost every night for the past week, his dick no longer had any interest in his own hand. It wanted her hand. It wantedher. And he was quickly forgetting why he’d been so opposed to that idea.
He scooted closer to Tressa until their legs were pressed up against each other. “You’re dripping,” he murmured, and the widening of her eyes told him the innuendo wasn’t lost on her.
“Maybe I am,” she said as a second drop landed on the swell of her breasts. “What are you going to do about it?”
Lick it up, his brain shouted, and his head subconsciously drifted closer. He ran a finger across the glistening pink trail on her chest, testing the waters. Was she really okay with this?
He swallowed roughly when he glanced back up, seeing the invitation in her expression.
“I…” He trailed off, his normally reliable brain abandoning him. Then another drip fell from the cone, and he was lost. Any reservations he had melted alongside the ice cream.
He all but dove into her tits and lapped up every last trace of sweetness. “Fuck,” he moaned as he sat up straight. The ice cream was good, but all he tasted was her. All he smelled was her. All he saw was her.
Tressa.
She arched her back and tilted her cone slightly, causing another large drop to fall onto her breasts. “Oops,” she cooed. “I’m all sticky again.”
Ethan met her heated gaze, devoured the last of his dessert in two large bites, then slammed his mouth onto Tressa’s, unable to resist any longer.
Her tongue was cold from the ice cream, so he set to work warming it up, caressing it with his own. When a slight whimper escaped from her throat, he pulled back to check in with her.
There was no hesitation on her face, though, only arousal, and the way her hand massaged the inside of his thigh told him she wanted this as badly as he did.
Except she wasn’t finished with her dessert. Giving her a seductive grin, he took the cone from her and brushed it down her neck. Then he traced the same path with his tongue, enjoying how the cold of the cream mixed with the heat of her skin.
Sliding his free hand up into her hair, he pulled her in for another deep, exploring kiss, and her small hands started fumbling with the drawstring of his pants. Just the graze of her fingers against his hard cock felt like lightning, and his hips jerked with need.
