##Chapter 5: Gia
He pins me against his apartment door. A second later, his mouth crashes onto mine. And then I'm lost to the sensation as his tongue sweeps inside my mouth. The way his hands stroke over my body has shivers scampering down my spine and arousal bursting to life in their wake. A whimper slides from my lips.
He draws away enough to ask, "You like that, baby?" His voice is gravelly. As if he's as turned on by what we're doing as I am.
I can only nod. Any other response feels beyond me.
Playfully, he nips at my lips before growling, "I want to hear you say the words. I want you to tell me exactly what turns you on." He licks and bites at my swollen flesh. "You know what I like?" He doesn't wait for an answer, which is probably for the best. My brain isn't exactly functioning at optimum capacity. "A woman who isn't afraid to tell me what she wants. There's nothing sexier than that.”
Gaaaaah.
Another moan escapes from me. I'm half-afraid that if I try to give voice to the words, they'll come out sounding like an unintelligible mess.
"Although, I can't say I'm not enjoying all the sexy little noises. They get my cock nice and hard.”
My panties flood with heat. I've never been one to be overly verbal in the bedroom. But in all fairness, I should add that I've never had someone do anything worth verbalizing over.
That's not the case in this instance.
I'm already tempted to scream down the apartment building. If this little teaser is in any way indicative as to how the rest of this evening will unfold, then yeah-I'm going to make a lot of noise.
Even though we're both dressed, this is the most turned on I've been in my life, which is...sad. I'm sure this won't come as any surprise, but I've never had a one night stand. I'm twenty-nine years old, and I spent the last three years with Tyler. I've had four other serious boyfriends since high school and have slept with a grand total of five men.
This guy...oh my God, I don't even know his name.
How terrible is that?
It's definitely terrible, but it's also oddly exhilarating.
This guy will be number six. And six must be the magic number because everywhere he touches turns me on. This is just a guess, but I'm willing to bet that sexy tattoo guy doesn't need Google Maps to find my clit.
As he kisses and licks his way down the column of my neck, his thumbs stroke across my belly.
"I think," he murmurs, all the while nibbling at me, "you might be wearing too much clothing.”
Before I can say a word, the sweater is dragged over my head and I'm standing before him in a lacy pink bra and jeans. My breath comes out in short, sharp pants. He flicks open the button of my jeans and drags down the zipper. The hiss of metal teeth breaks the silence. His gaze holds mine captive as he slides the material over my hips before pushing it down until it pools around my ankles.
Before I can lift my foot to slide off both the heel and jeans, he drops down onto his haunches. Carefully, he takes hold of my ankle, pulling off the shoe and then repeating the process on the other side before shimmying the material down my legs.
I swallow down a burst of nerves as I stand in front of this perfect stranger in my see-through bra and panties. When our gazes collide again, my breath gets trapped in the middle of my throat. He's still on his knees in front of me. His hands stroke across my thighs before sliding over the rounded curve of my hips.
"Take off the bra." As the raspy command leaves his lips, he tacks on, "Slowly."
My fingers shake as I reach around my back. It takes three attempts to unhook the clasp that holds the lacy fabric together. As the straps loosen, the cups fall away from my breasts. My heart pounds as I hold the material to my chest.
The air around us crackles with electricity and anticipation.
"That's it, baby," he growls. "Nice and slow.”
The way his deep voice slides over the endearment strums something in the pit of my belly, igniting a firestorm of lust inside me. He stares from his crouched position as all these strange feelings of power-ones I've never felt before-fuel every move I make.
"Now," he says softly, "you're going to tell me all the naughty things you want me to do to you. All the fantasies you've been too shy to share with any of the men you've gone to bed with.”
My heart stutters as his husky words ricochet through my brain. Excitement rushes through my veins and floods through my body, stoking my excitement. I've always kept my desires locked carefully inside. No one has ever tried to tease them out.
"You're going to tell me exactly how you want to be touched. How you want to be played with. Your breasts and that sweet little pussy between your thighs. You're going to open them nice and wide for me, aren't you?" He doesn't give me a chance to respond. "Tonight, your body will be my playground." He watches me from his crouched position.
Why is the sight of him kneeling in front of me the sexiest thing imaginable?
Before I can catch my breath, he closes the distance between us and presses a kiss against my panties before hooking a finger into the lacy material and pulling it to the side. Need spikes through my entire being as his mouth makes contact with my naked flesh. A whimper trembles on my lips as he tongues me.
He pulls away until his breath can ghost over my heated center. "You'll tell me everything. Every wicked little detail. It'll be our secret."
Images of the way Tyler would pump into my body during sex and how I'd lie beneath him flicker through my brain. I would stare sightlessly up at the ceiling and wait for it to be over. Within a few minutes, I knew there was no way I was going to orgasm given that he was almost there.
What's happening right now couldn't be more different.
Here's this wildly beautiful man, kneeling between my legs, licking expertly at my soft flesh, wanting to know all the sexy things that turn me on. All the fantasies I've never been brave enough to give voice to. The knowledge that I'll never see him again gives me the courage to share them. I tell him everything I've ever fantasized about. All the wicked ways I've wanted to touch a man and have one play with me in return.
I tell him everything.
And then some.