“So that didn’t end too badly. What about Becca?”
“If you ever meet Owen, you cannot let him know I slept with her.”
“Why?”
“Because she was his one. Or at least he thought she was at the time.”
“You slept with your best friend’s girlfriend?”
“Oh no. She never dated him. He thought he loved her and she rejected him. She didn’t reject me though. I’m not even sure why I slept with her. I wasn’t really attracted to her. She came on to me and it just sort of happened.”
Dawn snorted. Yeah, that sounded like a boy’s reasoning. It just happened.
“Stop that.” Kellen squeezed her until she giggled. “Sleeping with her wasn’t worth the orgasm. For years, every time I looked at Owen, I thought about the time I slept with Becca and I was revolted by my actions. Having sex with her is what made me decide that I’d only sleep with women I felt a connection with. Sex for the sake of sex was never worth pursuing.”
“But the only other woman you’ve slept with is Sara.”
“Yeah. And you.”
Dawn sat back on his thighs and tried to read his expression, but there just wasn’t enough light on this side of the room to even guess how that made him feel. “I’m not sure I’m ready to hear that.”
“So don’t listen. I’m a little tired. I tend to talk a lot about things better left unsaid when I’m drunk or tired.”
“Do you want to sleep?”
“No.” He stroked her hair. “I want to spend more time with you.”
“Great,” she said, “I want to spend more time with you too, but can we talk about something more superficial? I’m feeling a bit… overwhelmed. This is a lot of heavy stuff for a first date.”
He chuckled. “You’re right. We should save some heavy stuff for our second date.”
Second date? Yes!
“How about we leave all the talking for the second date and the rest of this one can be all about pleasing your pussy?”
She laughed, simply because his suggestion made her uncommonly happy. She’d love the rest of the night be all about pleasing her pussy.
“I think it should be about pleasing your cock too,” she said.
“Ladies first.”
She squealed in surprise when he grabbed her around the waist and started to lift her over his head.
“Put your legs over the back of the sofa,” he instructed.
She could scarcely see the back of the sofa. “Why?”
“Because I don’t think I can hold you to my mouth like this for more than twenty seconds.” He tipped his head to trace her cleft with his tongue. “And I’m going to need at least twenty minutes.”
Feeling completely off balance, she slid one leg over his shoulder and the back of the sofa and then the other, so that his head was between her legs.
“Now lean back.”
She clung to his head like a treed kitten. “I’ll fall.”
“I’ve got you.”
She still didn’t feel secure, because she wasn’t sure what to expect and the room was so dimly lit, but she did trust him, so she let go and cautiously leaned back. He helped support her with a hand on her belly and another under her back until she found herself virtually upside down with her head between his knees, hair trailing down over his shins and the floor. Good lord, her legs were draped over the back of the sofa, and Kellen was seated beneath her with his face between her thighs and his hands gripping her ass. What in the world had she gotten herself into? She felt like some sort of perverse acrobat.
“Perfect,” he said. “Let me know if you get dizzy.”
She was already dizzy, but as his mouth latched onto her clit and his strong hands dug into her ass to pull her to his face, she could only focus on the pleasure between her trembling thighs.
The rapid flicks of his tongue against her clit made her come far too quickly, and she was actually pouting when he slid her ass down his belly so she could right herself again.
“You’re so good at that,” she said. “I scarcely have time to figure out where your tongue is before I’m coming.”
“I’ve had lots of practice.”
But not on Sara, because Dawn remembered Kellen saying that Sara hadn’t enjoyed oral. Dawn began questioning the girl’s sanity.
“On who?” she asked, wishing she could suck the words back in as soon as they erupted from her mouth. She honestly didn’t want to know how many women he’d draped upside down over his body so he could be comfortable while he licked them to orgasm.
“Women I tied up with Owen, mostly. We haven’t done it for months though.”
“Why not?” Oh, shut up, Dawn. Just shut up. Thinking about Kellen tying women and putting his mouth on them made her stomach ache when she had no business feeling jealous of women he’d been with before her.
“Owen gave me a thoughtful Christmas present. Perhaps a bit too thoughtful. It reminded me of Sara. Made me question what I was doing. So I stopped doing it.”
“What did he give you?”
“A leather wrist cuff.”
She touched the leather band around his right wrist.
“Not this one,” he said, capturing her hand and circling it with a loose fist to hold it against the worn leather. “I’ve had this one since I started playing guitar. Sort of a good luck charm. Owen gave me a cuff for my other wrist. I was down on the beach trying to get rid of it when the storm hit.”
“Trying to get rid of it?”
“Yeah, I said goodbye to Sara and tossed the cuff into the ocean. It washed back to me in a matter of minutes. Destiny at play again. I don’t think she was ready for me to let her go yet. And then I heard your song and… I’m not sure what possessed me to come to your door. It was as if I couldn’t stay away.”
“Oh, that was definitely destiny,” she said with a smile. Maybe it was wrong of her to progress her own agenda by using his beliefs to draw him in. Or maybe it had been destiny that had landed him on her doorstep. She didn’t have all the answers. Sometimes she wondered if she had any.
“I’m sure it was,” he said. “I’m just not sure what I’m supposed to do now. Being with you feels right, unless I think of Sara. And then it feels so very wrong.”
Dawn shifted so she could face him. She straddled his thighs again and took his face in both hands. She could just see the sparkle of his dark eyes in the candlelight. “Then don’t think of her,” she said. “Think of me.”
She kissed him deeply, pulling away when his hands tightened on her hips and his kiss turned desperate.
She yanked her mouth away. “Who’s kissing you, Kellen?”
“You.”
“Say my name.”
“Dawn. Dawn’s kissing me.”
She lowered her head and kissed his neck, nibbling and sucking on the corded muscles of his throat. He moaned.
“Who’s making you moan, Kellen?” she whispered in his ear.
“Dawn,” he said breathlessly. “Dawn is also making my spine tingle and my belly quiver.”
“Is Dawn making your dick hard?”
“Yes.”
“Good.” She kissed his chest and stroked his skin with both palms. She loved the excited hitch in his breathing as much as she loved the texture of his skin against her hands. “Who’s touching you, Kellen?”
“Dawn.”
She slid onto the floor between his thighs and felt around in the dark until she had his thick shaft captured between her hands. “Who’s giving you head?”
“What?”
She directed his cock into her mouth and rubbed his rim with her lips stretched tight over her teeth.
“Dawn,” he gasped.
She sucked as she began to bob her head, taking him deeper with each dip. She loved the way he was chanting her name under his breath. Unexpectedly, his fists clenched in her hair and stopped her motions. He fell free of her mouth, and she looked up at him in question, cursing the darkness because she couldn’t see his face at all. Had she done something wrong?