“I have no doubt about that, but tonight, I’m your idiot.”
He’d warmed her up enough with gentle kisses and caresses. He wanted the real thing. He was going to take her, lick her, tempt her, tantalize her, make her come all over his face, all while she still had her panties on.
It might be more of a challenge but challenge motherfucking accepted.
“You’re quite rude,” she panted as he brought his face in close and inhaled her sweet crisp scent. It made saliva jet at the back of his mouth. “We don’t even know each other and you’re commanding me to spread my legs like some kind of hussy. Or your usual date.”
“Now who’s being rude?”
“You’re an asshole. If I’m going to call you anything, it’s going to be Captain Ass or Man-whore Extraordinaire.”
“That’s quite inventive. You seem to be in the right business, wrong department. I can talk to marketing for you, if you’d like. Get you over on their side. As to Captain Ass, I like the ring of it. It means that you’ve obviously spent some time studying my rear, and it’s completely flattering to know you care so much.”
“Did I ever tell you that you’re arrogant and that I can’t stand to be in the same room with you?”
His fingers dug into her thighs, making her gasp. If it was odd that they were having the longest conversation they’d ever had in two years while he was staring down her most intimate, lace covered lady bits, it never crossed his mind. By the way she was panting though, it had obviously crossed hers.
“Careful,” he warned, right before he brought his mouth to her panty covered sex. He swirled his tongue out and licked her through the lace, and god, she was sweet. So fucking sweet it threw off his equilibrium. “There’s a fine line between hate and love.”
“I could never love you, so don’t worry about that. That’s not what this is about.” Her voice was breathy as she struggled to maintain her sanity with his face pressed right up against her heated core.
“Right. This is about this.”
He swept his tongue more slowly over her heated folds and there was no way Colette could blame the bump in the road for the way she lurched forward and her hips jacked into his face.
He tasted her, pressing his tongue flat to her panties and licking her from front to back. He swirled over her folds, exploring his prize- and it was his prize, even if she didn’t know it yet- before his lips latched onto the hard little bud of her clit. She was throbbing, straining right through the fabric, absolutely soaked.
She was also a liar because she was wet before he even touched her.
He swirled his hand through her juices, coating his fingers off the sticky lace and reached up. He pulled back just enough to see the look on Colette’s face, which was a mix of disgust, shock, and twisted lust.
She might be a good liar. She might be good at pretending he didn’t damn well exist most days, but she couldn’t lie about this. Her body was a traitor and she liked what he was doing.
“Taste yourself. Taste what I make you feel. How much you enjoy it.”
She shook her head hard, strands of dark hair whipping all over the place, her eyes round like he’d just jumped into the car dripping seaweed and slime and announced he was a lake monster come to eat her soul.
“Why? Are you afraid that you’ll enjoy it?”
“I- I’m not going to- I- I don’t enjoy it. Not like how you think. This is just a natural biological function.”
Blaze retracted his hand. He leaned away from her and pushed off the seat, shoving back into his, until he was sitting across from her. Slowly, so that she could watch every single moment and savor every filthy second of it, he brought his fingers to his mouth and sucked her juices clean. When he popped them back out, he made sure to make an exaggerated humming sound in the back of his throat.
“You disgust me,” she panted, arousal staining her cheeks a pretty pink.
He shrugged. “Yes, well. The feeling isn’t mutual. In fact, I think you’re rather delicious. You taste like honey and vanilla. And something deep, dark, spicier. Cinnamon maybe? Cloves? I don’t know. I just know that I like it. That I want more.”
Her lips parted a little further as the red-stained her cheeks darker. She finally realized she was still sitting there in a rather un-lady like position and slammed her legs closed. Her eyes swept to his and despite the anger in those steely depths, desire burned there too.
“You- you can’t- this wasn’t in the contract.”
“I didn’t realize we wrote up a contract about exactly how you wanted this night to go. I didn’t think just ramming my cock into you and puncturing a barrier was very romantic.”