Finding the Right Girl (A Nice GUY to Love spin-off) (12 page)

“Um. I don’t think you could’ve gotten me all that much wetter, Brian,” she replied sounding highly skeptical.

Despite the fact that half his shaft was buried inside of her in the most agonizing pleasure he’d ever experienced, he chuckled over that. Clearly, his little ‘expert flinger’ was even far less of an expert than he’d thought. “Sweetheart, I’m definitely going to have to take you up on that challenge, but not now. Because I’m about two seconds from exploding.” He circled his thumb over her sensitive nub again. “We’ll go slow this time.” Even if it killed him.

He drew back and slid into her gently, starting an achingly slow rhythm even though he was nearly shaking with the intense need to take her, possess her completely.

But the sweetness of her response made it all worth it.

Soft, feathery whimpers against his neck, the sweetest broken cries he could imagine, and soon, pure, naked bliss as she rained over him and arched to meet him thrust for thrust.

When finally, he felt her orgasm start to rip through her, he lost it completely.

Bracing his hands against the back of the couch, he took her, hot and fast, without an ounce of control. She clamped down on him and rode him just as desperately, her tiny inner pulses driving him past sanity, beyond civility.

He grit his teeth to keep from shouting.
Heart hammering, red-hot pleasure racing down his spine, he drove into her one last time and reveled in the feel of her snug channel pulsing all around him as he went roaring over the edge.

And everything went black.

B
RIAN OPENED HIS EYES
and for a second, forgot where he was. When he heard a shower faucet shut off and saw Tessa’s sweet frame outlined in the dark, it all came back to him in a rush.

He got up and headed over to the bathroom, leaning against the doorframe watching the towel drying extravaganza.

“Were you just showering in the dark?”

She spun around and jammed the two ends of the towel back around her.

Shame.

“Yes,” she replied breathlessly. And his imagination went nuts. “It’s a habit. Never wanted to wake up Willow. It’s not that weird. It’s not like I need the light on to be able to run a washcloth over my own body.”

The image that provoked got him hard so fast he felt dizzy.

He stepped forward and trailed a finger over the top edge of her towel, dipped in the valley between her breasts. “How about we both shower in the dark.”

Lashes fluttering shut, she murmured distractedly, “B-but I already finished.”

Grinning, he slid his hand past the opening of the towel, and up her inner thigh. “Did you, Tessa? Did you finish in there? Without me? But I thought you were going to let me show you how much wetter I could get you.”

Her breath caught in her throat as he tugged the towel open and slowly slid it down her body. Backing her up into the shower stall, he whispered in her ear, “I forgot the washcloth. Guess you’ll just have to settle for me running my hands over your body.”

Though he couldn’t see her expression, he felt her thighs clench tight as his fingers trailed down over her hips.

With a flick of his wrist, he turned the hot water on, letting sheets of steaming hot water cascade down her soft skin, drenching it as he slid his slick palms down her sides. He couldn’t see her, but he had other senses that were working just fine. Falling to his knees, he brushed his lips down her ribcage and across her soft belly, his tongue teasing the gentle hollow of her navel.

“You are so sexy.”

He sipped drops of water from her soft mound and caught her when her knees buckled.

“So let’s see about that challenge you threw down, shall we?”

T
ESSA WAS ALL BUT SITTING
on his biceps, her back against shower wall, and her fingers threaded in his hair as he slowly, tortuously proved to her over and over again that her earlier assertion wrong. She was most definitely wetter now.

So much so that she wasn’t even blushing over the logistics of her seating arrangement.

For now.

She wasn’t going to be able to take much more.

He’d been torturing her for who knows how long now, bringing her right up to brink three times, before easing off, simply to build her right back up again.

The bastard.

She was all set to take matters into her own hands when finally, she felt two thick fingers slide into her as his mouth closed tight and—

Fireworks exploded throughout her body.

She only just barely remembered to stifle her scream so she didn’t wake the neighbors. In the whole neighborhood.

“Okay fine,” she admitted breathlessly long minutes later. “You win; you were right.”

His pleased chuckles against her heated flesh were serving to get her all worked up again so she quickly moved to slide her thighs off his shoulders
. Aaand
there was the delayed blushing. She covered her cheeks with her hands even though there was no way he could possibly see that in the dark.

“You’re blushing right now aren’t you?” He was smiling, she could hear it.

And for some reason, that made her go a little nutty.

“Yes, I’m blushing,” she replied honestly. “Do you blame me?”

Then with a deep, steadying breath, she dropped her right hand down to the hard, hot rise of his erection. And boy was it hard.
Looks like she wasn’t the only one getting tortured the entire time.

Good. Served him right.

Speaking of serving him right…

Having never done this before, she decided to jump in feet-first, relying on the limited romance novels she’d read in her life to guide her as she slowly slid her hand up and down his shaft. Squeezing every once in a while out of sheer curiosity.

Soon, the sound of his loud groans bouncing off the tiles served to be so much more rewarding than a gold star for her efforts.

“So now are you going to challenge me to make
you
wetter?” she asked, getting seriously drunk off seeing Brian practically
panting
.

“Tessa, you don’t want to play this game right now.”

She swiped her thumb over the tip of him. “But I think I do,” she tossed back, licking her thumb and shivering at the taste of him. “You got a chance to taste me.”
Falling to her knees, she pressed her lips against the hot, tanned flesh of his eight-pack, kissing the center of every groove before
finally building up the nerve to run her tongue along the length of him in one languid stroke.

“Now it’s my turn to taste you.”

B
RIAN WAS SO GOING TO
make her pay.

Definitely. The very second he was no longer at her complete mercy. Whenever the hell that was going to be. Because the curious little vixen was getting him back and them some, having a grand old time with what he was pretty sure was her first blow job.

She was a natural.

Blowing a damp breath over the tip while pumping her hot little fist up and down his shaft, she was effectively driving him past the breaking point. And she seemed to know it because this time, when he felt the hot, slick silk of her mouth surround his tortured flesh, she didn’t just tease the head. This time, she took him as deep as she could go.

“You’re playing with fire, honey,” he managed, through gritted teeth. He wasn’t going to last much longer. Especially not when, instead of heeding his warning, the evil woman placed both hands on his hips and took him even
deeper
. “Tessa,” he growled, “I’m going to come in your mouth if you don’t stop.”

And what’d his gorgeous first timer do with
that
warning?

She stopped breathing for a brief second, and then released a quiet moan with him deep in her throat.

Breath sawing in and out of his chest, every muscle in his body went rigid as a surge of heat rushed down his spine, whipped across his nerve endings. It took absolutely everything in him not to take her mouth, harder and faster as wild, primitive lust shot through him.

Then it actually hit him by surprise. His release detonated through him in shards of heat, a loud roar filling his head as lights exploded behind his eyelids. And when she swallowed every last drop, low, feral sounds of raw, male satisfaction echoed around the bathroom.

Along with one happy little sigh from Tessa.

S
NUGGLED UP ON THE COUCH
, making sleepy chit-chat, Tessa wondered what normal flingers do when the night was winding down. It didn’t seem like Brian had any intention of going anywhere. And since they were out of condoms, she didn’t see what more they could do for the rest of the night.

But before she could broach the topic to him, Brian’s attention was captured by her little memorabilia collection next to the TV. He looked at the two lunch pails and thermoses on the top shelf and raised a surprised eyebrow. “Never would’ve pictured you for an old school Saturday morning cartoon collector.”

She laughed. “I’m not. Those were actually Willow’s old lunch pails that I got handed down to me. But I do happen to be partial to 80s cartoons. If you haven’t noticed by my t-shirts.”

“
SilverHawks
!” he exclaimed then, out of the clear blue sky.

She chuckled, knowing exactly what he was talking about.

“That’s your ringtone on your phone isn’t it? I knew I recognized that music. Man, I used to love that show when I was a kid.”

“It’s on Cartoon Network. When I used to stay up late to keep an eye on Willow while she was asleep, I’d have myself a little 80’s cartoon fest. I actually used to have a lot of fun.”

He grabbed the remote and pulled her against him on the couch. “Well it’s three am now. Let’s see if there’s some good cartoons on before we go to bed.”

The ‘we’ in the going to bed part sounded like a flagrant fling violation.

And she was going to call him on it too when he tilted his head at her and asked, “Hey, I meant to ask, since we fell asleep working earlier, did we already break your first fling rule? You’re not pissed are you?”

Good question. One she should probably know the answer to. “Um…”

“I mean I know our sleeping right now isn’t a big deal since it’s pretty much morning but last night’s little nap session was definitely during the PM hours so I thought I’d better get a clarification.”

And a clarification you shall get.
As soon as she figured it out.

Before she could even begin to make up something that would appear to a logical answer, however, the question king fired off another one, “Oh, and since our date last night was interrupted, if I want to just stay here and hang out with you again tonight, that wouldn’t be breaking your consecutive night rule?”

Another hum-dinger. “Well…”

“Because if we already broke those two rules, I don’t see the harm in breaking the no-bed rule,” he finished with a smile she felt nuzzling against her cheek.

It was possible that the man was on to her.

“Okay, okay. So those aren’t exactly
my
rules.”

“You don’t say.” His smile moved up to her temple and turned into a gentle kiss.

“And perhaps ‘expert’ was a bit of a stretch in terms of my fling repertoire.”

“Yeah, I kind of got that.”

She pulled back and gazed into his eyes curiously.

“What gave me away?” She’d thought she did pretty good during his vetting process.

“My first clue was all those dvd rentals. It was either you were fibbing just a tiny bit about the flinging, or you were in some sort of player cult and you had a book report due on Monday.”

She felt her cheeks flush bright red.
“Then why’d you sign that list and play along?”

“Because I like you. A lot. And I want to be with you. So if I need to sign my initials next to a bunch of rules I had every intention of breaking anyway, I didn’t see what the big deal was.”

Her lips twitched to the side. The guy was just too much. And like she always did when her brain went on the blink, she simply said the first thing that popped into her head. “I think there’s a good chance I’m going to get attached to you if you’re not careful.”

He kissed the tip of her nose. “Well then you’ll have good company.”

C
HAPTER
N
INE

T
ESSA TOOK A DEEP BREATH
and hit send on the number she’d been staring at for the last five minutes, wondering over her sanity for even going through with this.

“Hello?”

“Hey mom.”

“Tessa?”

She flinched. It was always a small kick in the shins when she did that.

“Yes, mom. It’s me, Tessa.”
Your only living daughter.
She shoved down that unwelcome-stray-dog feeling and asked brightly, “How’ve you been? How’s the new job?”

“Oh, it’s going spectacularly. My sales numbers are through the roof.”

Sales numbers? Ah, so this was a new, new job. “I take it the advertising focus group job was a bust?”

“Oh
that
job? That was ages ago. My goodness, when did I talk to you last?”

“Um…I left you a message around Christmas, then again to wish you a Happy New Year.”

But you never called back.