Love and Pancakes, page 18
Leaning forward, I set my fork down and drop my voice. “Do you own anything from there, Angel?”
Her eyes meet mine, a slow burn filling those emerald orbs. “Maybe.”
“Maybe I can see them sometime?”
“I’m pretty sure that if you continue to play your cards right, you’ll be seeing them in about an hour,” she adds with a flare of sass that goes straight to my balls.
I playfully gasp. “You’re wearing something from her lingerie shop right now?”
“It’s quite possible,” she says with a shrug.
“Let me see.” I reach for the tablecloth and bend down to look under the table.
“Stop!” she whisper-yells, swatting at my hand with her own.
“I’m not going to be able to sit here and eat, knowing you’re wearing something dirty under that beautiful dress.”
“I’m sure you’ll survive.”
“Probably not,” I add sadly, picking up a piece of lettuce with my fork. “Unless…you wanted to just give me a little hint?”
Marissa shakes her head, a joyful smile on her face. “A hint, huh? Like if I just mention that they’re blue like your eyes, that’ll get you through until the later part of our evening?”
Blue like my eyes. Holy shit, this woman is doing a number on me. “What about the material? The color is a delightful detail, but if you told me the material, I’m sure I’d be able to survive the next hour.”
“You’re incorrigible.”
“That I am, Angel. That I am,” I answer, offering her a smile and taking a bite of my pasta salad. She doesn’t say anything for several seconds, and the silence suits us just fine. I’m comfortable with her in nearly any situation, and I love the fact neither of us feels the need to add mindless chatter.
When I push my plate away, I see she’s already finished her salad. She glances my way, a smirk toying on her lips. “Satin with lace. Thong.” Without saying a word, I toss my napkin down on the table, reach for her hand, which she reluctantly and with a lot of question in her eyes takes, and haul her to her feet. “Where are we going? We haven’t eaten dinner?”
I place my lips to hers. “We’re taking it to go, Angel.”
“But you asked for a hint,” she counters.
“Yeah, but now the picture is so vivid in my head, I need to know if the real thing is just as fucking phenomenal as what I’m imagining.”
Her eyes dilate and darken, even beneath the low lighting of the restaurant. Felicity returns to the table, a plate in each hand, and gives us a questioning look. I’m sure I look like I’m about to throw this woman over my shoulder, our destination unknown, but one fact remains: I want to fuck the hell out of her. All. Night. Long.
Marissa keeps her eyes locked on mine as she says, “We’ll take those steaks to go, Felicity.”
Guilt sweeps in, and I open my mouth to protest. This isn’t how a date works, at least not a proper one. I should be able to control my cock for an hour so that we can enjoy a nice meal together. The end of the evening is already pretty much a guarantee, but that doesn’t mean I should turn all caveman-like on her and forget my manners.
Before I tell our waitress to leave the food and take my seat in the booth, Marissa goes for the kill. She grazes her hand over my hard cock, essentially cutting off what little blood flow I had to my actual brain, and says, “Check please.”
She turns and winks at Felicity, who’s standing beside us, mouth gaping open and shock written all over her face. Then, because this woman is hell-bent on stepping over every line she’s ever drawn in place for herself, she threads her hands behind my neck and pulls me down, her lips meeting mine in a fierce kiss.
A kiss that’s a prelude.
A promise.
Best. Date. Ever.
Chapter Seventeen
Marissa
I have no idea who has taken over my body, but I think I like it. This bolder, wilder version of Marissa Grayson is a force to be reckoned with, that’s for sure.
I can’t keep my hands off him as Felicity goes back to box up our meals. We’re not inappropriate, but we’re teetering close to the borderline. Rhenn has his hands on my ass, slowly inching the back of my skirt up my legs. With each passing second, I feel a bit more air hitting my overheated skin. Thank God we’re in the back of the restaurant, and no one seems to be paying us much attention.
Once she returns with our boxes and the check, Rhenn throws a handful of bills on the table, grabs my hand, and we bolt for the door. He’s practically dragging me behind him, but I don’t care. I’m just as anxious for this next part of our evening as he is. When we reach the truck, he spins me around, making my skirt flare out around me, and pins me against the steel. With my back flat against the truck, he kisses the air straight from my body. It’s only when a car passes and honks its horn do we startle apart.
“I can’t seem to control myself when I’m around you,” he pants, warm breath peppering my forehead.
“Personally, I like you out of control,” I tell him, my voice just as breathy as his was.
Rhenn glances down, his dark blue eyes meeting mine. “What do you say we head back to the boat?”
“I’m ready.”
And I am. So ready.
Without saying a work, Rhenn helps me into the cab of his truck, hands me the bag of Styrofoam containers, and places a quick, chaste kiss on my lips. Then, he practically sprints around the hood of the truck and jumps in the driver’s seat. I’m not sure how many laws we break on our ride back to my place, but I know there were a few.
Rhenn drives up the empty driveway, parking his truck beside my car. My seat belt is off and the door is open before he can even meet me around to my side of the vehicle. I take his offered hand, grabbing the food as I go, and slide out of the big truck. Before my feet hit the ground, his lips are on mine, hungry and full of desire. He presses me against the metal, my legs instantly wrapping around his waist. The food falls to the ground, but neither of us care. Right now, his tongue is claiming my mouth and my sanity.
“Damn, you drive me so fucking crazy,” he growls as he nips at my jaw and grinds into the apex of my legs.
My response is a loud groan that would make a hooker proud. My panties are soaked, ruined probably, but I don’t care. I’m still throwing myself at this man, practically begging him to take me right here, against the side of his truck. Rhenn’s ability to read my mind works wonders right now, as his teeth pull at my bottom lip and his hand moves from my rear. My skirt is already balled up around my waist, which makes it easier for him to slip his hand between our bodies and connect with my core.
“So wet and ready,” he groans, his lips devouring the sensitive skin on my neck. I’m pretty sure he’s going to leave marks, but I don’t care. Not one bit. As long as he doesn’t stop…
“I won’t stop,” he whispers, confirming I have no control over my own mouth and clearly said the plea aloud. Rhenn slides my panties to the side, teasing my clit as he goes, and I’m about to lose my mind. “Is this what you want?” he asks as he slowly presses a finger inside my body.
My response is another groan. I’m physically unable to form words right now, and when he applies a bit of pressure with his thumb to my clit, I practically detonate like a bomb. It’s quite embarrassing, actually, how quickly he makes me come, but there’s no time to revel in my shame, since his fingers are currently stroking every last bit of my release from my body.
“Fuck, I could watch you come all day long and never tire of it,” Rhenn says, taking my mouth with his once more. This kiss is a bit slower, as if he’s drawing out and savoring my orgasm. When my shaking stops, he gently pulls his fingers from my body, picks up the discarded bag of food, and strolls with purpose toward my cottage.
I reach down and open the door so he doesn’t have to move his hands from my butt. Plus, I don’t want him to break his concentration because Rhenn is able to kiss my lips and neck, while still navigating through the yard without looking. It’s a talent of his, I’m sure. This man was built for seduction and sex, and he just continues to prove it over and over again.
When we slip inside my cottage, he kicks the door closed and tosses the bag of food on the counter. With quick strides that eat up the floor, he moves to my bedroom. At the doorway, he says, “Maybe just one more before we hit the boat?”
I can’t help but chuckle. “I’m not sure it’s possible, but you can try.”
As we reach the bed, he gazes down at me, his eyes so intense that I almost choke on oxygen. “Oh, it’s definitely possible, baby, and pretty much a guarantee. I’m going to show you what every fuck before me should have been giving you.”
He drops me on the bed, but comes down with me, my legs still wrapped around him. Rhenn lifts himself up and gazes down at the apex of my legs. My dress is hiked up, panties slightly askew, and wetness coating the entire area, definitely from the fingerbang I was just awarded.
“One more,” he confirms, licking his lips before dropping his head between my legs.
His tongue slides slowly over the panties, sending post-orgasmic shockwaves raking through my blood. A loud gasp fills the room, one that doesn’t even sound like it could come from me, and it only seems to spur him on. His tongue – oh, his magical, unbelievably talented tongue – toys with my clit through the material. The friction adds something I never expected, something that seems to awaken the woman who’s lain dormant inside of me my entire life.
Rhenn grabs the panties at my hips and slowly brings them down, cool air kissing my exposed bare skin. He helps lift my legs straight up in the air, removing my underwear as he goes, and peppering open-mouth kisses on the backs of my thighs, knees, and calves. When he tosses them somewhere into the room, he allows my legs to fall open once more. Rhenn stares down at my center, his hands gently spreading my thighs farther apart.
“You have the most beautiful pussy I’ve ever seen.” I shiver at his dirty words, not even caring that he’s admittedly seen his fair share of them. “I’ve never wanted to bury my face in one as badly as I want to yours, Angel. I’m going to lick, suck, and fuck this pussy until you’re screaming my name.”
I whimper in anticipation, the determined look in his eyes lets me know he’s about to do just that. There’s no way a man like this would leave me anything less than completely satisfied.
Then he moves. His mouth descends on me, his tongue connecting with my bare, wet skin for the first time, and I almost see stars. Rhenn demonstrates just how well versed he is on the art of oral, teasing and sucking on my clit, drawing me closer to another impending orgasm. His tongue delves into my center and my hips start to rock against his face. He holds my thighs open and continues to devour me with nothing but his amazing mouth and tongue.
The orgasm is building, I can feel it gathering in my toes, ready to consume my entire being. Rhenn moves his mouth back to my clit, his fingers finding my wet pussy. He slowly pushes two fingers inside while his mouth clamps down on my swollen clit, making me see stars and gasp his name. His fingers work their way in, stretching my body to accommodate them in the most amazing way.
My hands grasp his head, my fingers pull at his hair, as my hips move in a frantic rhythm on their own. I’m like a wild madwoman, hell-bent on riding out this epic orgasm that’s threatening to erupt from within. When he curls his fingers upward, hitting that magical little button deep inside of me, I detonate. Rhenn sucks hard and licks frantically on my clit while his fingers pump into me, as I scream my release.
As I start to feel my body coming down from the epic high, Rhenn continues to lick and work his fingers in my pussy, clearly not ready to end his play. The gingerly strokes to my G-spot combined with his warm tongue lapping at my pulsing clit sends blood rushing to my center. I can feel the second one building before I can even think about stopping it. And why would I?
“Again,” he growls, removing his fingers and quickly replacing them with his tongue. He plunges his tongue deep inside repeatedly as his fingers find purchase with my clit. Rhenn pinches and caresses it, basically playing my body masterfully like a violin. The result is another orgasm that leaves my body completely boneless, with no life or energy remaining.
Rhenn curls up next to me on his side, his head in his hand as he gazes down at me. “You okay there, sweetheart?” His trademarked smirk is back, and if I had any energy left in my body, I’d probably smack his smug ass.
“Fine.” It comes out a pant.
“Ready for round two?” he asks, bending down and slowly kissing my lips.
When he finally allows me a moment to catch my breath, I respond, “Wasn’t that round two?”
“Hell, no. That was a really long, continual round one. Round two takes place on my boat. And we’ll both be naked.” His words are low and dirty, and believe it or not, my body responds. I have no idea how, but it does.
“We should grab the food,” I say, turning to my side and facing him. I slide my fingers through his hair, loving the way it feels.
“I’ll definitely be feeding you. I need you to keep up your strength. I’ll even let you catch a catnap between rounds two and three,” he replies, waggling his eyebrows suggestively.
“Three?”
He bends down and grazes his lips over my jaw. “I told you, Angel. I won’t stop until you’ve had five.”
* * *
The boat ride is silent as we make our way to the bigger boat anchored offshore. Both times I was on this little thing, it was broad daylight, but now, it’s quite dark, which adds a little creepiness to the ambiance. There’s a bag of clean clothes on the floor between his bench seat and mine, an overnight bag on my lap. Do you know what else is riding shotgun in this boat?
Sexual tension.
We’ve got it in spades, that’s for sure. As soon as Rhenn got up from my bed (after thoroughly kissing me until I was breathless once more), he was gathering my bag for tonight’s excursion. He tried to mask the discomfort he had going on in his pants, but it was fruitless. He was hard and aching and ready for what’s next.
We approach the boat and he heads straight toward the lift on the back, which he lowers with a small remote control. “Are you okay on the ladder?” he asks, gently maneuvering us alongside it.
“Sure.” I got this.
“Leave the bags and I can throw them up when I secure this boat,” he says, shutting off the trolling motor and grabbing the rungs of the ladder. When he has us steady beside the boat, I make my way up the rungs and onto the deck. After a couple of successful ascents and descents, I feel like an ol’ pro at this whole boat thing.
On deck, I head over to where Nick stood the other day, ready to help Rhenn secure the small boat to the back. But Rhenn is obviously more than equipped with the knowledge and tools he needs to do the job solo, because before I know it, it’s secured and in place, he’s setting the bags on the deck, and climbing over the railing.
The moment his feet hit the ground, he pounces. Rhenn hoists me into his arms, my legs once more returning to his waist, and his lips are kissing me soundly. He bends down and grabs both bags in his hand, not even for a second breaking our connection, and heads toward the stairs. “One of these nights, I’m going to take you on the deck under the moon and stars.”
Rhenn secures the door, finishes carrying me down the stairs, and walks me straight back to the bedroom.
Where we realize we still have to make the bed.
He groans his frustrations (probably most of it sexual), and slowly lowers me to the floor. I lose my balance just a hair, stumbling to the side as the boat gently rocks. “Careful there, Angel,” he says as he reaches for my arm to help me balance.
“I’m not much of a seaman,” I tease, wondering if I’ll ever get my sea legs.
Rhenn throws me a smirk and replies, “Good thing for you I have the semen covered. Lots and lots of semen.”
The burn sweeps up my cheeks as a bubble of laughter flies from my lips. “Cocky much?”
“Soooo cocky,” he grumbles, flexing his hips and reminding me just how cocky he is when it presses against my side.
“You’re unbelievable,” I giggle, turning into his embrace as his hand grips my hip.
“I’ll take that as a compliment.”
“I had no doubt that you would. Come on, let’s get this bed made so we can dirty it up again.”
His eyes dilate and flare. “I love it when you talk all dirty-like.” With a chaste kiss on my lips, he pulls back and grabs the laundry bag, pulling the clean sheets out.
We make quick work of making the bed. I’ve made beds with a partner before – Mom and I tag team chores all the time at the bed and breakfast – but this is the first time I’ve ever made the bed with a man. Especially for us just to rip it all apart once more. My heart rate starts to kick up a few beats per second as realization sets in. Before, I wasn’t able to think – only feel and react. But now I have all this time to really think about what we’re about to do – what I want to do.
It’s exhilarating.
Yet, a little bit scary to step out of my comfort zone.
“Change your mind?” he asks, breaking through my thoughts.
“What? No.”
Rhenn seems to visually look relieved. “Good. You just seemed like you were thinking awfully hard for a second. I just wanted to make sure we were still on the same page.”
“We’re definitely on the same page,” I confirm, glancing down and realizing the bed is completely made. The comforter and sheets are folded down, just the way I do when we’re turning down the bed at night for a houseguest.
“Did I do it wrong?” he asks, glancing down at the bedding with a worried look on his face.
“No, you did it just right. That’s the way I do it when a guest is arriving late after a long trip.”
He nods his head and reaches for my hand. I place mine in his without hesitation. Rhenn pulls me against him and slowly brings his head down to meet mine. Tilting my face toward him, our lips meet once more, soft, yet with a bit of urgency gathering beneath the surface. I can already feel the build, can already taste exactly how amazing this is going to be – and I have no doubt that it will be every ounce of just that.
