a miscalculation. It’s not like I’ve needed anyone’s help at screwing up my life single-handedly.
And bad boys are really really good with their hands.
Thirteen
Rickie
Plato said: “You can discover more about a person in an hour of play than in a year of conversation.” And maybe he was talking about sex. Because I’m learning a lot about Daphne right now. How she tastes, and how eagerly she moves against me as we touch and tease each other.
But she has trust issues. So I’m not going to strip her down and bang her under the stars. Even if I want to.
Badly.
I pull her a little closer against my chest nonetheless. I drop kisses down the smooth skin of her neck, and her answering gasp of appreciation is all I need in this world. Her hand wanders reverently across my bare back, venturing down to my ass. And I smile into our next kiss.
I used to be the kind of guy who could hook up and think nothing of it. Parties were for cruising. Names were optional. But I’m not that guy anymore. This is big for me. The desire coursing through my veins is a wondrous thing. I’ll never take it for granted again.
Daphne’s kisses mean more to me than she will ever guess. I’d forgotten how this feels—the heat of skin against skin, and the electric sizzle of my nerves every time she finds a new place to caress.
I kiss her deeply, and she moans, needing this just as much as I do. My tense, angry girl has finally let herself loose in my arms. It’s beautiful the way she shivers under my tongue. There are a couple of layers of clothing between us. But the heat of her core is unmistakable against my cock.
Reaching under her skirt, I palm the back of her thigh and then drag my fingertips upward. She’s so responsive. Each new inch of skin that I claim makes her quiver. Her ass feels exquisite in my hand. So I can’t resist tugging her a little more firmly onto my body.
God, I’ve missed sex. Our tongues tangle and tease. And Daphne begins to ride me slowly. It’s sweet agony. My dick strains against these shorts, desperate to get closer to the action.
Daphne’s clever fingers squeeze between our bodies, and she toys with the button of my shorts.
Nope. I’m not going there yet. So I gently steer her hand away, placing it on my chest instead.
She groans in frustration. I’ve clearly created a monster—a long-legged, sweet-smelling sex-monster. Her smooth fingers move on to teasing my nipples. And I really want to lay her out on this blanket and fuck her like a beast.
Our kisses grow desperate. I haven’t felt so wild, so free with myself in a long time. This is the stuff that dreams are made of. Hot kisses in the cool night air, and the whisper of the breeze in the grass.
Daphne moves against me hungrily. I slip my hand beneath her skirt, squeezing her ass, and she moans against my tongue. So I slide my fingers past the elastic of her panties, all the way down between her legs, cupping the heat of her core with my palm.
“Rickie,” she pants, and my name on her lips is like a drug.
“Let go, sweetheart.” I let my fingers slide and tease. She’s so wet for me. I feel like a sex god. “I’ve got you.”
She drops her face into my neck and issues a whispered curse.
“Shhh, beautiful girl,” I say as she rides my hand.
Her mouth traces my neck, and we both shiver. Then she lets out a beautiful whimper and clenches around my naughty fingers.
“Fuck, you are so lovely.” My voice is raw with unfulfilled desire. “So hot.” I force oxygen into my lungs as she sags against me.
“Oh j-jeez,” she stammers. And then she lets out a gasp, and a long, sweet moan, before collapsing against my body.
“Nice,” I whisper, holding her snugly. It isn’t easy for Daphne to set aside her control. I know this. We breathe into the stillness, our hearts thumping together. My dick is as hard as one of the fence posts I worked with today in the back meadow. But I don’t even mind. It makes me feel alive.
I lean in and kiss her swollen lips again. Slowly.
And then my phone lights up on the blanket, pinging with a text. Twice.
Daphne pulls away suddenly.
“Ignore it,” I say.
But she doesn’t. She removes herself from my embrace. The damn phone pings again.