Rate a Date by Monica Murphy Page 0,67

I yank it down and just like that, her breasts are exposed. Those hard, peach-colored nipples are pretty much begging me to take a taste, so I bend my head, swiping first one nipple with my tongue.

Then the other.

Her hands are immediately in my hair as she holds me to her. I feast on her breasts, unable to contain myself. I pretty much worship up at the altar of Eleanor’s perfect tits, and she knows it.

Even better? Pretty sure she likes it.

“All we ever do is—this.” She says the last word on a gasp because I bit her nipple.

“You don’t like doing this?” I gather the fabric of her skirt, pushing it up so it exposes her from the thighs down. I reach between her legs, brushing my fingers against the front of her panties.

What a surprise, they’re already damp.

“It makes me worry,” she admits.

I pause my exploration, our gazes locking, and I see the concern in her pretty face. “Worry about what?”

“That our relationship is only based on this.” She waves her fingers in the space between us. “Sex. That’s it.” I’m trying to come up with the right words to say when she confesses, “I want more than that, Mitch. With you. You want me to be real with you right now? I’m a hardcore romantic. I’m not usually into the sex thing so much. Until—you.”

Her voice is the slightest bit shaky, and the vulnerable expression on her face tells me she’s being honest with me, and it scares her.

I’m all about the sex thing. Hell, that’s all my so-called relationships ever were. And while yes, Eleanor and I have terrific chemistry, I also know there’s more to us than just chemistry.

Can she feel it? See it? Or is she too blinded by the sex?

I remove my hand from beneath her skirt and take a step closer, grasping her hip and cupping her chin. Tilting her head back, I stare into her eyes as I say, “You want me to be real right now?”

Eleanor nods, but otherwise says nothing.

“I’m usually all about the sex thing. I don’t have serious relationships. Ever. But for the first time, I’ve met a woman who makes me think. Who makes me feel.”

“Really?” she whispers.

“Really,” I say firmly. “I want the same thing as you do. With you. I want to take care of you. I want to make you happy. I want to protect you. I don’t think you realize just how much you twist me up inside.”

She blinks up at me, remaining quiet, and I can’t help but continue.

“Every time I touch you, I want more. You make me fuckin’ crazy, Eleanor. Every time we have sex, I’m plotting the next time I get to be inside you again. It’s like I’m a man possessed. I just want to bury myself deep, and feel you tremble all around me. It’s my new favorite thing. You are my new favorite thing.”

That was probably the most amount of words I’ve ever said to a woman at one time, no joke.

She studies me, shock slowly registering on her face. I wonder if I overstepped. Maybe I shouldn’t have said all that.

But I’ve never been one to take anything slow. That goes against my very nature.

“That is the most romantic thing a man has ever said to me,” she says, her voice full of wonder. She slides her hands up my chest, her fingers going to the buttons of my shirt. She starts undoing them, her fingers fumbling, and I can tell they’re shaking. “It’s okay that we want to have sex all the time, right?”

“It’s perfectly natural,” I reassure her, my hands going to her tits yet again. I massage them. Press them together, all while she unbuttons my shirt and then tries to shove it off me. “I think I’m addicted. To you.”

“Me too,” she says just before she pulls my head down and kisses me.

We somehow manage to make it back to my bed. Our clothes fall off and we’re naked. Thank Christ I remembered to bring that box of condoms home, and I suit up, just before I slide home and start fucking her in earnest.

This time, there’s no foreplay. It isn’t necessary.

This is a quickie.

I feel greedy. Consumed with her. I just take and take. Fuck and fuck. My hips are moving uncontrollably, my balls are slapping her ass with every deep thrust inside her always-welcoming body, and she’s clinging to me, moaning like she’s never been fucked that thoroughly.

Maybe