“Is that what you really want to know?” I retort, a bit flirty, and he bites down on his bottom lip. If I weren’t paying this close attention to him, I’d have missed the move. I wonder if I shake him up inside the way he does me?
“Nah, I want to know if you’ve got panties on under these tight as fuck skinny jeans. I wanna know if I took them off if your pussy would be wet and waiting? Is it bare or trimmed? My vote is on bare, with you being a swimmer and all.”
My cheeks glow. I wasn’t expecting that to come out of his mouth. My warm, flushed chest rises and falls as my breathing picks up to another level. With the change, I grow acutely aware of every single inch of him that’s touching me. My voice turns a bit breathily unintentionally, “Jesus, is that the only thing ever on your mind?”
He shrugs unabashed. “When it comes to you, it is. I know what I want.”
I clear my throat, working on getting my wits about me. It’d be too easy to lay down and let him ravage me, but I can’t let that happen. He can’t distract me from the main reason why I’m here. “I-I’m here for my sister.” Am I reminding him or me at this point? Who knows, but clearly, I need to hear it as well.
He clicks his tongue. “Right. You still haven’t given me what I wanted for it, Gem.”
“I offered to pay you! I even let you kiss me!” I reply in outrage. This man has some brass balls like no other.
He chuckles, the move vibrating me through his chest. I should probably dislike it, but it warms my belly. Even if it does seem to sound more sinister than sweet. His hand goes to the back of my neck, pulling me in closer to him. His lips merely a hair away from mine, graze my mouth as he lowly grumbles, “You wanted that kiss. Your mouth practically begged for it.” I taste the alcohol on his breath, the sensation wanting me to experience it on his tongue as well.
I let out a pathetic whimper. I turn to putty around this jerk of a man, and he can see right through me. “Please,” I end up whispering, no longer able to fight the tension between us, and then his lips crash against mine. What am I doing? Was I begging for information or another kiss? I couldn’t even say. And why don’t I care about the possible repercussions? It’s like I’ve come to Texas and thrown my trepidations with this man and his club right out the window.
My hands go to his shoulders, quickly rubbing over his solid muscles to tangle my fingers together behind his neck. The hand he’s previously clamped down tightly on my hip releases enough to snake around my middle. His palm splays open across my stomach, covering a decent portion, and with it, a zap of sensation works its way from his touch straight to my core. His fingers are large enough to graze the underside of my breast, making me squirm. He does it several times, shifting his finger back and forth, eliciting goosebumps over my flesh. I wish he was touching my skin and not my thin blouse. He has me silently wishing we had no clothes between us at all.
His blissful assault on my mouth makes me grow bold, and I’m soon moving around to straddle my legs on either side of his hips. He pulls me to him with each caress of our tongues, the new position allowing me to mold my body to his. He’s solid in all the places I’m soft, and I find myself wanting to rub over him like a cat in heat. My ample chest presses firmly against his hard pecs, the sensation of my nipples hardening through the lacy bra has me wanting to pant with desire. Our kiss morphs to a full-on make-out session, his mouth leaving mine to nip and kiss over my throat. His grip pulls me to him, and my core rubs against his long hardness shamelessly. If the amount I shift my hips is anything to go on, this man’s cock is huge. He could do some serious damage in the best sort of way.
He starts to suck where my neck meets my shoulder, and a moan escapes me. His hips jolt at the sound, the