Page 60 of Resisting Fate
“Snowball fights are the best. Next snowstorm, we’ll have a snowball fight.”
She found herself smiling. “Awesome.” She liked the way he talked about “next time” with her. Like he wanted to stick around for a while. “When we get to my place, why don’t you come up?”
“Way ahead of you, Missy. I come prepared. Condom in my pocket.”
She laughed. “Just one?”
“Three, actually. I’ve been fantasizing about you for an excruciatingly long time. Basically since the last time.”
Her stomach did a topsy-turvy flip. “Oh.”
“Yeah, oh. First time might be fast and furious, but then I want to slow things down. If you could just keep from going animal on me—”
“Animal!” she cried.
“You’re like wrestling a sexy alligator, all claws and snapping teeth, rolling around with me.”
She burst out laughing. “You really need to work on your compliments. First I’m an Irish setter, then I’m an alligator?”
“I call ’em like I see ’em.”
“I just like what I like.”
“I like what you like too. But I think we can manage a slow fuck, sort of build to a monster orgasm.”
“Yes,” she breathed. “That sounds good.”
“I so want to finger bang you right now, but it’s dark and I should focus on driving.”
She whimpered, drenched with desire.
“Like the dirty talk, huh? I got plenty.”
“Hold that thought. You’re driving me crazy and I’ve got to wait for at least a twenty-minute drive.”
That only encouraged him. He kept up the dirty talk, telling her everything he wanted to do to her, every fantasy he’d had about her, making her ache with need.
This had to happen fast.
