13. The Real Thing

13

THE REAL THING

D ane’s body was on fire.

Heating up and ready to cool off any way he could.

“You’re testing me,” he said, lifting his head. He was grinning when he said it. “I’m not sure if you are doing it on purpose or not.”

“Totally on purpose,” she said. “I don’t want you to think I’m one of these women that does that. You know third date and all.”

He looked at her oddly. “Three dates?”

She laughed softly at him. “The old saying of putting out on the third date. For me, I’ve got an intimate knowledge of your body. I’ve never dated a client before. Now I know why. All I can think about is you under the sheet.”

Flames had to be shooting through his skin with that comment.

His dick stood up faster and wanted to unzip itself and fly right toward her.

He was positive she knew too when she moved closer and pushed against him slightly .

“It feels as if you’ve got me at a disadvantage again there.”

“I do,” she said. “But I want to even the score. I want you to have an intimate knowledge of my body. I’m sure you know the anatomy well.”

“We know I do,” he said. “Are you sure? I mean, it’s been a long time for me. I don’t want to embarrass myself.”

Self-relief wasn’t the same. He’d found he’d been doing it more than normal since he’d had that first massage.

The thought of her hands on him had been driving him crazy for weeks.

Then their first date. The second date.

Yeah, he needed the real thing but never anticipated it being this soon.

He didn’t even have a condom on him.

Shit!

“What’s wrong?” she asked. “You just frowned.”

“I wasn’t thinking about this. I don’t have a condom.”

“I bought a box on my way home,” she said. “I wasn’t fully planning on this but wanted to be open to the possibility. My body wants what it wants and no amount of my little hidden toy has made a difference.”

“I’m glad to know I’m not alone there.”

She laughed. “You’ve got a toy too?”

“No,” he said, flushing. “You know.”

“I’m just joking. Trying to loosen you up.”

She threaded their fingers together and pulled him back up the stairs to her room.

“Tell me this isn’t a dream. I’m going to be so upset if I wake up and it never happened. I feel like that’s been happening too much to me.”

“Are you dreaming of me, Dane?” she asked seductively.

“I have been for months. Why do you think I asked you out after the second massage? I don’t know the last time I asked any woman out.”

“I feel honored,” she said. “Can you honor my body now?”

His hands went to her cheeks. “I’m going to try. Don’t hold anything against me on the first time.”

She grinned and put her arms around his neck. “Never. We’ve got plenty of time to keep getting it right.”

It did take some of the pressure off of him, but he knew beyond a doubt he was getting her there first and then close to a second before he sank into her.

The last thing he wanted to do was leave her wanting.

His mouth crushed hers because it felt like slow and steady wasn’t going to cut it for either of them.

When her hands moved down his side and pulled his shirt out of his shorts, then slid under to touch his stomach and ribs—a place she hadn’t touched on him yet—he had to give them some distance.

He moved back and reached for the hem of her shirt, lifted it up and over her head, saw the white lace bra and went for that next.

No reason to spend time teasing the other with clothes on. They could do that another time.

She pulled his shirt off too leaving them both topless.

Her breasts were perfect in every sense of the word. Not too big and not too small. Her nipples were a rose color and pushing out firm, beckoning his mouth for a taste.

She turned and moved away from him, opened a drawer in the nightstand next to her bed and pulled out the box of condoms.

She opened them and put one on the pillow. “For when we are ready.”

He didn’t want to say he was ready now . She’d know that .

Which was why she undid her shorts and dropped everything down, him following.

She was waxed and he wasn’t expecting that. Completely bare.

He’d never seen that before up close.

“Sorry if I’m staring.”

“Don’t be sorry. I do it myself. Not always easy, but I’m not in the habit of letting my employees down there.”

He felt some heat on his face but didn’t care so much at this point.

She moved to the bed and threw the covers back, the two of them getting on it.

He covered her body with his and started to kiss her again. He had to slow down a bit, but her bucking up against him wasn’t helping any.

“I can’t learn your body if you do that to me,” he said.

“Sorry,” she said. “It’s just you feel so good next to me. The skin to skin.”

“The same,” he said. But he moved down her body, his mouth leaving a trail of kisses until he stopped at one nipple and pulled it in.

His tongue was swirling around and then he started to suck.

His hand went to the other nipple to pinch and flick. Dual assault was what he had in mind and she appeared to appreciate it by the sounds escaping her mouth.

He was just thrilled he remembered what to do to please a woman considering how long it’d been since he’d been in this position.

“Switch sides,” she said.

He grinned over her telling him what to do but liked it at the same time. He’d rather a woman do that than leave him guessing .

He did as she said, giving both sides the same attention, then started to move down her body when her hips were bucking up against him.

It was a silent message in his mind.

And since she liked kissing so much, he assumed she liked to be kissed, so everywhere he moved, he made sure to honor her body with a soft peck or a lick to the point she was squirming and he had her right where he wanted her.

When he got to her bare skin below, he just stopped and stared for a minute, then let his fingertips roam around each outer lip a few times almost in a circle.

He wasn’t trying to tease as much as...getting to know her more.

The tip of his finger lightly tapped down on her swollen bud and she let out a sigh so he did it again. Nothing more than that.

“Do you like it?” he asked.

“I’d like it a lot more if you applied more pressure,” she said. He was pushing down on her now and she was lifting up to meet him. Almost rotating her hips to get the motion she wanted.

He moved his finger away and slid down further, put his arms under her hips and lifted her up, his mouth dropping down and landing on her tender swollen skin.

He pulled it in to suck as he had her nipples. His tongue moved around, then stopped for more suction.

She was all but squealing under him and he knew it was time to send her over and sucked as hard as he could, Sloane all but shouting his name.

“Keep it up,” she said. “Oh God, don’t stop yet.”

He wouldn’t, even if his mouth was getting sore. He’d do this all night if she kept calling his name out in triumph.

What man couldn’t live off of that sound alone ?

When her hips finally landed back on the bed, he’d let go of her bud and started to lick around her lips.

He noticed her hand come into his peripheral view and turned his head to see the condom there.

He took it out of her hand but set it down, then put one finger inside of her. If she wanted something, he’d give it to her this way, but he wanted her worked back up again before he entered her the way he wanted.

It was going to be one or two thrusts and he’d be done. He knew it and he wouldn’t leave her wanting.

She was lifting her hips up and down again on his finger, so he inserted another. She was slightly tight and no reason not to stretch her some.

“Are you close?” he asked. He didn’t want to guess.

“Very,” she said.

He stopped and got on his knees to open the condom and cover himself.

He looked up and noticed she was watching him with a big grin and then wet her lips with her tongue.

He got between her legs, found her opening and slid in at the same time he crushed his mouth to hers.

Their mouths were hungrily going at it as frantically as their hips were moving.

Jesus. He was right on the edge and not sure how much longer he could go.

But her legs came up and wrapped around his hips all but crushing and grinding against him and he felt her starting to come.

If he hadn’t, it wouldn’t have mattered because she was getting louder while they kissed. He was positive if they weren’t kissing, she might be chanting out his name again.

It was all he needed to let his body go .

He started to just pound into her fast enough that he was going to be out of breath soon.

His body let go of all the tension it’d held in for weeks and he collapsed on top of her.

“Are you okay?” he asked.

“Oh yeah,” she said. “Talk about getting to know my body.”

“I’ve got more to learn,” he said. “But you know, sometimes it’s hard when you’re that worked up.”

“Tell me about it,” she said. “I’m lucky I lasted as long as I had. Two in a row was pretty sweet and a first for me.”

He rolled and pulled her on top of his chest. “Really?”

“Yes,” she said. “I’m not just saying that to make you feel better. The truth is that is the best I’ve ever felt and hope you’ve got more in your tank to do that again.”

“Oh, I can and will. But I know I need a little break.”

“Me too,” she said. “I might be walking funny tomorrow and my staff are going to know or guess and I won’t care one bit.”

He grinned. “Seriously?”

“Nope,” she said. “I’m a private person, but sometimes it’s not worth trying to hide things.”

He let out a sigh. “No. I’m not hiding this. Are we supposed to? I mean I haven’t told anyone because I wasn’t sure where it was going to go.”

“I know where I’d like it to go but don’t want to put any pressure on either of us.”

He moved to the side of the bed and sat there. “Pressure isn’t good at all.”

“You’d know that firsthand and I don’t want you to feel that way,” she said.

“How about we just let it come as it does?” he asked.

“Works for me. We know what is going on in the other’s life.”

“We do,” he said.

He stood up and went to the bathroom to take care of the condom, then washed his face and looked at himself in the mirror.

Nothing looked any different even if he felt a ton lighter.

After running some more cold water over his neck and chest, he dried off and opened the door to see Sloane standing there dressed. He hadn’t realized he’d been in there that long.

“I wasn’t sure if you were okay or not,” she said, holding out his shorts and underwear.

He took them and put them on, leaving them undone while he followed her back to the bedroom to get his shirt.

“I’m fine. Just a little drained.”

“Me too. I don’t normally drink, but if I had some wine I think I’d be sleeping in minutes.”

“I’m not much of a drinker either,” he said. “But I don’t mind beer now and again.”

“I’ve got chocolate fudge brownies,” she said. “Sugar for energy.”

“Talk about the best way to finish a night,” he said, pulling her close and kissing her on the forehead.

“Then I planned this all out perfectly considering I didn’t plan much at all.”

“Spontaneity seems to be on our side so we should just ride it out.”

“Works for me,” she said, squeezing him, then moving back.