Page 433 of One More Kiss

Once we’re inside, I shut the door behind us, and when she turns to face me, I know something’s wrong.

“This is your room?” She raises her brows as she looks around the nearly empty space.

“No,” I say, firmly. “I told you. No pussies in my bed except for Wilma.”

“Oh, didn’t realize you were serious.”

“I’m always serious when it comes to pussy, Vada.” I step closer, wrapping my hands around her and unhooking her bra. We both watch as it slides down her arms and falls to the floor. “You can change your mind, you know?” I reassure her, feeling uneasy about her mood shift.

“You don’t sleep with women in your bed?”

“No.”

“Why?”

I wrap my hand around my neck and squeeze. “That’s not something I talk about. With anyone.”

“So it’s really just about the sex then?”

“Yes,” I answer honestly. “That’s all this is Vada. Can you handle that?”

“I already said yes,” she reminds me, but she doesn’t sound as certain as before.

“Good, because after tasting you once, I know I’m going to want to taste you again.”

She looks up at me with wide eyes and smiles. I can tell her sex life was merely nonexistent before, which in a way makes me glad because I want to be the one to introduce her to all the amazing different ways I can make her feel fucking fantastic.

“So tell me what you like.” I step forward, closing the gap between us. Wrapping my hand around her waist, I pull us chest to chest.

“What?”

“You write about sex for a living. You must have a preference.”

“Uh…”

I smile, seeing the blush creep up her neck and cheeks. “How about this? If you’re uncomfortable with anything I’m doing, you tell me, and I’ll stop.”

“Like a safe word?”

Chuckling, I say, “Sure. Is that what your characters do?”

She shrugs, her cheeks turning redder. “Sometimes.”

“Okay. What’s your safe word then?”

She chews the inside of her cheek as if she’s really thinking about it. My cock is pressed against her stomach and the longer she takes, the more it aches.

“How about Henry?” she finally blurts out.

I blink. “Henry?”

“Yup.”

“Big cock pun.” I arch a brow, squeezing my fingers into her hip.

“I was thinking more along the lines of ‘terrifying cock who chases after me,’ but either one works.” She’s smiling and holding back laughter and fuck it’s so goddamn adorable. If she wasn’t standing in front of me completely naked, all wet with perky tits, I’d find all this talking before extremely annoying, but for some reason, it’s not with her.

“Okay, so we’re good now? You have your safe word, all the expectations are laid out, and my dick is rock hard and going to burst if you don’t let me kiss you soon.”

A smirk forms on her face as she grinds her body against my cock. “And who said chivalry was dead?”

I grin. “Probably a romance writer.”

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