Cocky Notes - Leesa Bow Page 0,25
Burton?”
“That’s basically it.” He shrugs. “And… I’m out of action for now.”
Is he?
I down the last of my red wine and decline a refill. “I’m driving.”
He runs his fingers through his fringe. A habit I’m noticing more.
“Did you eat dinner?”
“I snacked.” What girl comes to a sex date with a full stomach?
Reef grins at me. “Wait here.”
He returns with a platter of chopped pineapple, strawberries, apples, and a chocolate dipping sauce in the middle of the plate. “I made dessert before you arrived.” He points to a table with chairs on the balcony. There’s a gleam in his eyes like he’s plotting something.
“Wow.” I take a piece of strawberry and dip it in the sauce, then moan when the flavour hits my tongue. His expression changes watching me suck the sauce before swallowing.
Reef takes the pineapple, lightly dips it, then watches me watching him.
I decide on the apple with more sauce and feign concern of it spilling on my jacket.
Reef picks pineapple next and allows the chocolate to drip on his rock-hard chest. He leans back in the chair as it trickles a path between his pecs down to his abs. Taking the hint, I stand and squat between his legs, leaning in to lick the sauce from his chest. He makes a sound in his throat—a sound I want to hear again. He holds my gaze, only the wind picks up and blows his hair about as well as my dress.
He takes my hand, the platter in his other, and leads me to the dining table. Reef sits on the long bench and pats the seat beside him. I do one better. I stand and sit on the solid wooden table before him. Unbutton my coat. His eyes are locked with mine until I peel the material from my shoulders.
“Fuck,” he says. With his eyes on my chest I lean across to dip sauce on a strawberry, and swipe it over my cleavage. His mouth finds the sauce, kissing, licking, and sucking. He slides a strap down my shoulder and makes the noise I love to hear as he takes my breast in his mouth.
I lean back allowing pleasure to rise. “Yes,” I whisper.
With gentle pressure, he opens my thighs, and his hand is between my legs, his mouth on my breasts, and I’m bucking my hips on his table.
“Reef…” I gasp.
The pleasure stops. He stands over me, staring as though I’ve become dessert. “I’m out of action to a degree, but my tongue works fine.” He takes hold of my underwear and pulls the material down my thighs. “Take off your dress.”
I’m not drunk enough for him to see my curves in bright light. There’s no sheet to cover me. I love to expose my breasts because they are my thing, but my rounded hips and butt are something else. The bulge in his board shorts is a tell he’s barely containing his excitement. I fall back on my elbows, open my thighs, and say, “Not yet.”
His hands run up and down my inner thigh before I lose sight of his face.
“You’re right.” I gasp. “Your tongue works fine.” He peers up with a wicked gleam in his eye. “Don’t stop.” Strong hands hold my thighs open and still while he works me like never before. “Reef…” I fist his hair, hold his face to my sex while resting my legs on his back. Sparks of pleasure shoot up my groin, and I scream, “Yes,” as colour explodes around me.
Scrambling to my elbows, I reach over and grab the pineapple and feed it to him. “Perfect.”
He slides onto the table next to me. “You are,” he whispers while he picks up a strawberry and places it on my lips. “You have an amazing body, Mace. I was nervous about you coming. Thought you’d expect more. But fuck… you’re perfect.”
I’ve never been told I’m perfect before. Only by my father and he doesn’t count. I blink at Reef, bewildered, and smile. Then remember what Georgia had said and warned me about these guys being a number to him. I need to keep it physical. “I can return the favour,” I say, then slide off the table and kneel before him.
“I don’t know,” he hesitates. “I’ll blow quickly because—”
Stretching the elastic of his board shorts, I slide them down to free his cock. While taking it in my hand, the pink scar to his upper thigh close to his groin is on show. “I’ll be gentle.” I lower my lips