He lifted her then, taking her mouth in a mind-blowing kiss when she wrapped her legs around his waist.
“I like these,” he groaned, sliding his fingers inside her short shorts. “But I’d like them better off of you.”
Malin wrapped her legs tighter around him so his hardness pressed against her sex.
“I can’t wait,” he said, “I need to see your gorgeous breasts. Show me.”
With shaking hands, she slid both straps of her camisole off her shoulders and down her arms until her breasts popped out. Her whole body buzzed with want, and when he leaned forward and licked her right nipple, she almost orgasmed then.
Her back arched and sparks of heat shot straight through her core. She was having a hard time keeping her eyes open, but she’d fantasized about this so often, she didn’t want to miss watching the man of her dreams make them come true.
“God, you taste good,” he said, moving to the other nipple. When she felt his bite of pain, Malin had her first climax at the hands and mouth of Dutch Miller.
“Jesus,” he moaned, knowing what he’d just done to her. “I’d take you here and now if I hadn’t waited so long for this.”
“You waited? For this?” Her head was spinning so fast, she thought maybe she’d imagined his words.
Dutch grabbed her chin with his powerful hand. “Look at me,” he demanded and she did. “Since the very first day we met.”
“Me too,” she murmured.
Dutch slid her down his body and then pulled her away from the car so he could open the door. When she moved to get in, he grabbed her arm and pulled her back to him, giving her another of his mind-blowing kisses.
“I won’t be able to drive with you looking like this,” he said, pulling the straps of her camisole back up to her shoulders. “As much as I’d like to tell you to take this off,” he plucked at the strap, “and these,” he tugged at her shorts, “and have you naked next to me, I’d much rather take my time, have you in my bed, naked for as long as you’ll let me keep you there.”
Dazed, Malin got in the car and waited for him to get in the other side.
He reached around her, grabbed the seatbelt, and fastened it, while at the same time, running his tongue across her exposed skin. Malin felt his lips at her ear, his tongue teasing the lobe.
“I know how much you want me, Malin. Do you know what that does to me? Do you know how hard it is to wait?”
Malin closed her eyes and whimpered when he cupped her sex with his palm.
“I am going to take you so hard for so long, you won’t even remember your name,” he breathed, moving his body away from hers and starting the car.
The ride to his house, while short, seemed endless as she sat beside him, a quivering mass of need.
“Wait there,” he said when his car came to a stop and he popped his door open. He came around to the other side, opened her door, and pulled her with him.
Her cheeks were flushed and her eyes were glazed as she waited impatiently for him to open the front door.
Once inside, he didn’t hesitate. Within seconds her camisole was off and lying somewhere on the floor. He knelt in front of her and pulled her shorts off over her hips.
“Oh my God,” he groaned. “Are you telling me you weren’t wearing panties?”
Malin nodded.
“I almost lost it right then, woman.”
When Dutch kissed across the skin above her sex, she wove her fingers in his hair.
“Dutch, please,” she moaned, willing him to stand and take her right there in his kitchen. Instead, he took one of her legs and rested it over his shoulder as he devoured her until she could no longer stand.
When she felt her legs giving way, Dutch finally stood, picked her up, and carried her up a flight of stairs where he set her on the bed before walking over and turning the light on that sat on the bedside table.
His eyes never left her body while he shed his clothes, donned a condom, and moved over her, catching one of her nipples for a quick bite before moving up to ravish her mouth again.
She tried to move enough that she could get him to fill the ache between her legs, but he stopped kissing her and shook his head.