“I wonder if that was the shortest fake relationship in history?”
Amused, I responded, “Probably. But there’s the whole thing about being engaged.” A shiver danced over my skin as he drew circles on my waist, just above the towel still wrapped around me.
“Maybe one day there’ll be no more lies.”
I nodded. “No more secrets.”
Again, there was a slight twitch of his eye. Before I could press him, Sutton’s cell rang. Gaze still on mine, he reached over and hooked it off the bedside table. “It’s my mom.”
“Go ahead.” I indicated for him to answer, wondering if now was the perfect time to start my exploration of his cock. Sure, he’d pretend to be pissed, but I figured my mouth on his junk would counter any frustration.
Was I an asshole for my plan, considering who he was on the phone with?
Definitely.
Would that stop me?
Heck no. I needed the distraction, and wanting him to feel good was right up there with it.
It wasn’t like he hadn’t spoken to his mom all the time we were away. There’d been a few calls, a couple with me involved. His mom approved of me and didn’t let on once that she was confused by the revelation of our relationship.
Pushing aside thoughts of his mom and blocking out the conversation he was having about the flight, I eyed the way he turned to take the call. Now on his back, he was in the perfect position for me to do my thing.
As soon as I shifted, his gaze snapped to mine. Whatever he saw on my face had him narrowing his eyes at me.
Wide-eyed, I attempted an innocent smile. When his expression didn’t change, I grinned and went for it.
Shimmying down the bed, my hand went immediately to his jeans. I unbuttoned, unzipped, sat up, and yanked them down to his thighs, earning me a low grunt.
These muscles of mine weren’t only handy for the court.
I glanced at him in triumph, so fucking proud of myself. His lips twitched, his gaze molten as he assessed me. My eye contact didn’t waver as I eased back down, this time bunching up his T-shirt. I managed as far as his pecs. Since that exposed his nipples, I was good with it.
The whole time, he listened to whatever his mom was saying, occasionally responding with a grunt or an “Uh-huh,” but I remained at the center of his focus. Just where I loved to be.
But it was no good.
I needed to get my fill and take in his body.
Forcing my attention away from his face, I zeroed in on his dark nipples. They were tight. Whether from the coolness of the air-conditioned room or from desire, I hadn’t a clue. But I was sure I could make them harder.
Trailing my fingers over his hard muscles covered by soft skin, I smiled at the goose bumps my touch left behind. I skimmed over a nipple before I lightly pinched and plucked, mesmerized by the small disc tightening further.
Sutton shifted, his hips lifting slightly, drawing my attention back to his face.
If a simple look was capable of making me come, this would have been it.
Need.
Heat.
Absolute trust.
And all directed at me.
I swallowed hard, licked each nipple once, and chuckled when I realized he was trying to tell his mom he needed to go, but she wasn’t having any of it.
That he was at my mercy like this had my dick thickening. I wanted him gasping in desire. I wanted him to unravel and to suck his brains out.
