Page 37 of Sweet
“I love you.” He kissed her hard. “I fucking love you so much, and I’ve never done this before.”
She frowned and leaned back. “What? You’ve never—”
“Not like making love.” He drew her over to the bed and flipped on the small space heater he hardly ever used. Then he reached down and slipped off her shoes. “You’re so fucking sweet, and I just want… Maybe we shouldn’t—”
“Take off your shirt.” Her voice was quiet but firm.
If she gave Spider too much time to think about this, he’d manage to talk himself out of sex for some noble and completely unnecessary reason. She’d been wanting to sleep with him for weeks. Okay, months. She could admit that she wanted to jump his bones when he was barely more than a stranger at the café who liked his coffee black with three sugars.
“Daisy.” He pulled off his T-shirt in a lithe, sexy move she’d only seen on TV. Then he lifted her shirt and pressed a line of kisses along her stomach, swirling his tongue in circles around her belly button and softly biting at the skin underneath.
“Keep your shirt on right now.” Spider looked up from the edge of the bed. “It’s cold.”
Was it? Daisy already felt like she was going to come out of her skin. “Okay.”
He slowly drew her leg up, propped her foot on the edge of the bed, and ran his cheek along the inside of her thigh. “Do you like this?”
She felt her face burning. “I don’t know. I’ve never… I mean—”
“Fuck, you’re gonna be sweet.” He leaned forward and bit her belly again, using deft fingers to unbutton and unzip her pants. He eased them down her body, then played with the edge of her panties, a smile flirting around the corners of his mouth. “Your underwear has tiny pictures of cookies on them.”
“Yes.” She refused to be embarrassed. Some people had sexy underwear; hers could only be classified as cute. She was fine with that. “I am a baker, and my cookies have won awards.”
“Really?”
“Yes at the county fair when I was in eighth grade. I got first place.”
“You are so fucking cute.” He looked up, his eyes on her as he slid his hands under her panties, cupping her butt with wide, warm hands and making her gasp. “Yeah, I think you’re gonna like this, princesa.”
She looked at the top of his dark head and watched his tattooed shoulders flex as he worked her panties down her legs. The air pricked her skin, but she barely noticed.
“It used to make me mad when you called me princesa,” Daisy said.
“Oh yeah?”
“But then I imagined that I was wearing a crown and you were kneeling in front of me, doing this exact thing, and so I didn’t mind it after that.”
He looked up and his lips were flushed. He licked them, and his eyes met hers. “I am getting you a fucking tiara for Christmas.”
His hands lifted her body to his mouth, and then Daisy couldn’t even think.
It was… strange at first, but then it wasn’t. Oh God, itwasn’t. It was almost too much sensation as Spider tasted, lapped, sucked, and generally made Daisy his own personal dessert.
At one point she actually stumbled, and Spider pulled his mouth away, stood, lifted her, and then dropped her right back on the bed in a move so swift she hardly registered what had happened until she was staring at the popcorn ceiling.
Daisy’d had an orgasm before because she really did need to understand what all the fuss was about, but it was nothing compared to being at Spider’s mercy.
Her climax came so suddenly she bowed up out of bed, shouting his name, but he didn’t let go. She finally had to push him away, and he still kept his mouth on her, kissing along the inside of her thigh, then up over her hip, along the sensitive skin of her belly.
Daisy was fairly sure that whatever nerve endings she’d previously owned had been tripled. She was hot and cold at the same time. Her legs were sore, and she felt like she’d been doing sit-ups, her abdominal muscles were so tense.
Spider kissed up her torso, his hands pushing up her T-shirt and baring her bra. “This has to go.” He reached behind her and unsnapped it before he dragged her up to sitting, pulled her T-shirt and bra off, and tossed them on the floor.
Then he sat up on his heels and stared. “You’re the prettiest fucking woman I’ve ever seen in my entire life.”
Daisy hadn’t been feeling self-conscious until that moment. Something about Spider’s open appraisal had her shifting on the bed.
He frowned. “Are you cold?”
