Page 47 of The Dating Proposal
We don’t say a word about trust issues. We don’t dissect the ones we both have. Maybe that time has passed. Or maybe we’re figuring out what matters more. Because the biggest issue I have right now is with myself. It’s believing in my own feelings. Trusting my heart. That’s why Andy’s assessment scared me. That’s why I tried to pretend this wasn’t happening.
But this is happening. I can’t deny the truth of my feelings when I’m with Chris. My heart would slap me and call me a liar.
So I don’t even try to ignore the way my toes curl and my body melts and my soul seems to sing when I’m with him.
“Don’t stop,” I whisper.
He leans in for another kiss, and we continue stealing little kisses from each other all throughout the show. We laugh at the funny bits and clap at the end of each act, and we tip the waitress on the way out.
On the street, Chris yanks me close once again. As if he can’t stop touching me. “By the way, you look beautiful tonight. Sorry I didn’t tell you earlier.”
“I’ll gladly accept the compliment now. Even though I suspect you’re only saying it to get a blow job.”
He blinks, jerking away. “What?” His tone is high-pitched. “Where did that come from?”
I smile like a little vixen. “Don’t think I haven’t noticed that you haven’t given me the chance to go down on you yet, which is highly unfair of you. But I plan on rectifying that tonight.”
He drags a hand through his hair, breathes a sigh of relief, then orders a Lyft, stat. “Rectify me all night long,” he says as we get in the car.
At his house, I make quick work of his jeans, unzipping them as he tugs off his T-shirt. I push him to the couch, and he falls easily, grinning as he flops down.
“Let the great rectifying begin,” he declares.
“And so it shall.” I take his erection in my hand, wrapping my palm around his length. He groans, a long, low, insanely sexy rumble.
“I’ve been picturing this for a while.” I stroke up, squeezing the tip.
“What took you so long, woman?”
I narrow my eyes. “It’s only our third date.”
“Like I said, what took so long?”
“You were always busy pleasuring me. You didn’t give me a chance.”
“Now’s your chance.”
“And I’m taking it. Stop talking because it makes me talk back, and when I’m talking, I can’t suck your dick.”
He purses his lips like they’re glued shut. But his eyes are wide open, his gaze intense as he watches me drop my lips to him, kissing the head.
He twitches, his hips jerking up.
And that’s a very nice start.
I lick him, then draw him in deeper, every move rewarded by a dirty groan, a hoarse yeah, a feral grunt. The noises he makes are music to my ears, and I take him in all the way, savoring the taste of him in my mouth.
He breathes out hard, cursing his appreciation. “I’ve thought about your lips on me,” he says as he runs a fingertip against my mouth. “These lips of yours . . .”
He doesn’t finish the thought as I give him a tight, hard suck. I flick my tongue along his length as I move up, down, up, down, my fast rhythm punctuated by his growls and groans, by the arch of his hips, by the way his hands curl around my head. His fingers thread through my hair, and he drops his head back against the cushions as if this is all too much.
Too good.
I love the way he’s relinquishing himself to pleasure. His desire drives me on. His sounds make me go faster, take him deeper, and lavish attention on him till he jerks me away unexpectedly, his voice strangled. “You keep doing that, and I’ll come.”
“That’s the point.”
His hand tightens in my hair. “I need to be inside you. Now.”
His intensity sends me into stratospheric pleasure, and I feel as if I could come without even being touched, just from how he sounds. How he needs me.
I’ve never felt this way before.
Never been so turned on by pleasuring a man.
I’m melting with lust for him. “I need you too.”
In seconds—nanoseconds, maybe—he’s taken my skirt off, and he doesn’t even bother with my top or my boots. He just slides me under him on the couch, flailing around for a condom.
I grab his hand, stopping him. “I’m on birth control, and I’m clean.”
“Me too.”
That’s all we say. In an instant, he’s inside me, and I nearly cry from the pleasure. From the sheer bliss of him filling me completely.
He rocks into me, and there’s a new urgency, a desperation, even. It’s like we’re chasing something. Something new, something scary, but something beautiful too.
There’s another level in this game. A bonus. An Easter egg. And it’s one I didn’t see coming.
