you’re out of control, I’m truly fucked-up. I spied on you while you were masturbating and it turned me on so much I had to make myself come afterward.”
I swallowed. “You did?”
“Yes. I want you, Cary.”
“I need to lie down.”
She laughed a little as I buried my face in her hair. I pulled her against me and we lay down together, arranging ourselves side-by-side on the couch, wrapped around each other.
“I feel drunk,” I muttered into her hair. The room was gently spinning. It wasn’t a bad feeling. Just… overwhelming.
“I think that’s pheromone intoxication.”
“The room is spinning. I need to breathe.”
“Then breathe.” Her fingers played with the hair at the nape of my neck and a shiver ran down my spine. My cock throbbed. I wasn’t even sure when I’d gotten so damn hard, but I was hard as rock.
Her toe. Her naked little toe peeking through that hole made me hard.
Her fucking toe.
“Are you okay?”
“Uh-huh.” Just breathe. Why was this so hard?
Was was I so hard?
I’d gotten spontaneously hard so many times today and yesterday, while we worked together, I’d lost count.
It was like I hadn’t been touched in years.
I’d had sex with a woman just over a week ago. At the club. But this was different.
Why?
I breathed in her scent. Her soft body was pressed to mine. My hand drifted carefully over her curves and up to her breast. I squeezed the soft handful, drifted my thumb over her perky nipple, and she sighed.
I’d forgotten. I’d forgotten what it was to want someone for other reasons than simply needing physical release or a distraction or to assert some imaginary control.
I had no control. My cock was so hard, it throbbed with every ferocious beat of my heart. My balls were tight and thudding.
It was never like this with Nicolette. With any of them. At the club… I couldn’t even start to get hard until they got on their knees. Looking at them didn’t do it. Touching them didn’t do it. The anticipation of what was about to happen didn’t do it, either.
With Taylor… I’d been hard today just looking at her lips while she talked to someone on the phone. She’d been sipping a Coke, and when she licked her wet, juicy lip and then laughed and threw me a glance, like she was checking to see if she was bothering me while I worked, I couldn’t have spelled my own name to save my life. My nipples were hard, and like right now, my body was alive with electricity. Every hair stood on end.
“Say my name,” I muttered.
“Cary,” she said softly.
God damn, it made my dick throb when she said my name. It was the sound of her soft, husky voice. Her dry sass and her soft chuckle. The way she looked me in the eye and asked me questions like she wasn’t afraid of the answers.
I didn’t know how potent it would be to have a woman like her in my space. It had been so long…
So long since I’d let myself feel anything for anyone.
Anything.
She drifted her fingers through my hair, making me shiver again. Then she drifted her lips over my jaw and peered up into my eyes.
“Is this an anxiety thing?”
“It might be.”
“Breathe,” she said gently.
I breathed, slow and deep, trying to control the pace of my heart.
“Why are you in here,” I asked her, “not watching TV?”
“Because this is as far as I got.”
“Where were you going?”
“To look for you.”
“Why?”
She didn’t answer, just twisted her plump bottom lip in her teeth a little. “I’m sorry I ran out today, after you went down on me. I really didn’t need to answer that phone call. I was spooked or something.”
“I’m sorry if I scared you.”
“I think I’m scared of how much I like you.”
That makes two of us.
“Why were you looking for me?” I asked her again.
“Because, I wanted to…” She faded off, her gaze dropping to my lips.
“Wanted to what?”
“I was hoping you’d guess so I don’t have to say it.”
“Say it.”
“I want to… suck your cock,” she said softy, and kinda rolled her eyes like she was embarrassed. “But for some reason, I’m afraid to tell you that.” She squeezed her eyes shut, cringing. “I guess I just did.”
“Open your eyes.”
She opened one eye. “Why am I afraid you might say no?”
“Maybe because you can sense that I’m fucking terrified.”
She opened the other eye. “Of what?”
“Of blowing my load the split second you touch me, and having you decide that doing