she’d ever had in a week—or a month, depending on the relationship. And that was another thing. It had finally occurred to her that she sucked at relationships, picking absolutely the wrong men for herself. Yet here she was sharing an erotic afternoon with a gorgeous, sexy man who seemed to find her tremendously appealing. Somewhere between the meeting at the store and now he’d managed to erase the memories of her shame and betrayal without even knowing it. Maybe there was some truth to this emerald thing after all.
But what if he turned out to be like all the others?
Cool it, Meredith. Don’t look for something that isn’t there. And don’t expect anything. This is just an afternoon of sex, nothing more.
Tucking her hair behind one ear to keep it out of the way, she bent down and ran her tongue over every inch of his chest, stopping to tease at his navel before leaving a wet trail to his groin. With every touch of her tongue his cock twitched.
“Uh-uh,” she told him when he tried to reach for her. “It’s my turn.”
He dropped his hands to his sides and fisted the blanket.
“Okay but you should know you’re killing me.”
She winked at him, then took his hot shaft in one hand while her other reached down to cup his balls. A pearly drop of moisture beaded at the center of the flat head of his penis and she licked it up greedily, rolling her tongue around and humming with satisfaction.
She slid a glance at him. “I promise you won’t die.”
And then she took him into her mouth.
Jesus!
Connor could barely hold himself still when her hot, wet mouth slid down over his throbbing penis. Blood rushed through the veins and impossibly he swelled even more. It was hard not to react. Her mouth was like wet silk, so soft yet at the same time powerful. When her slender fingers began pumping up and down, drawing the skin up toward the top, then back down to the root, at the same time her tongue swirled over him, he thought he’d lose it for sure. This was pure heaven, delicious sensations racing through his body with every nerve responding. He wanted to make his mind a blank and simply give himself over to the magic she was working with her dainty mouth and slim fingers.
But he was afraid he’d come in her mouth if he let go. Not that it wouldn’t be heaven to have those lips stretched around him while he pumped his hot seed down her throat and she swallowed it. But he had plans that didn’t include climaxing before he was ready.
He wound his hands in the silken waterfall of her hair, pulling her closer, hips lifting to meet the thrusts of her mouth.
Don’t lose it, old man. Hang on. The best is yet to come.
How the hell was he going to walk away from her after this? He’d planned it so carefully. One wild afternoon and then he’d go back to his regular routine. Whatever the hell that was. This was his usual habit with women. The one time he’d deviated from it had nearly destroyed him. But Meredith was exerting a power over him like no one else ever had, not even Nila, the bitch of the world.
That’s good. Think about Nila. That should shrivel your cock.
But not even thoughts about the woman who’d taken his heart and nearly destroyed him could dampen what he was feeling. He was in big trouble and he knew it. And when they got to the grand finale today, he’d be in even worse shape but no way could he stop himself from moving forward.
When she dragged her teeth lightly over his shaft and began to suck harder, he grabbed her head and wrenched her mouth away.
“Enough,” he gasped. “I have other plans.”
“But—” she began.
“Next time,” he promised in an uneven voice. “Next time I’ll come in your mouth and love every minute of it.
Next time? Was he crazy?
Next time?
Meredith’s eyes widened. Did this mean he planned to see her again? There’d been no promises