Yes, please. “If you’d like.” Again with the nonchalant tone.
He sends me a look. He sees right through me. “Honestly, I’m not sure what I want to do to you first.”
“Tell me what you’re considering and maybe I can help you make the decision.” I can’t remember where the hotel is, and I feel like a ninny for asking him. I live in London, I should know where everything is.
Do people understand just how large London is, though? And how you don’t really need to ever leave your neighborhood, because all of the shops and restaurants you know and love are within a few blocks of your front door?
It’s obvious I don’t get out much.
“Well, I thought that lifting up your skirt the moment we get into the room, pushing aside your panties and fucking you against the door would totally work.”
It would work. Yes. I agree.
“But then I thought I might prefer you lying on the edge of the bed with me kneeling between your spread legs and licking your pussy.” He pauses and I glance over at him to see that deceptively innocent expression on his face. “What do you think?”
“Um…” I’m at a loss for words. I like both ideas. A lot. “You choose.”
He rubs his thumb and index finger against his chin, considering both options before he says, “I think I will.” And then doesn’t say another word.
Torture. I swear.
“There are a few things I’d like to do to you as well,” I say hesitantly, wondering if I’ll have the nerve to actually say those things out loud.
“Really?” He sounds intrigued. “Like what?”
“I wouldn’t mind taking off your trousers.” I glance at those black trousers, stretched tight across his thick with muscle thighs. “Pulling down your boxers, and sucking your—cock until you come. In my mouth.”
He says nothing, which I find so very, very interesting.
“Or maybe you could take me from behind. Both of us standing, me bent forward a little so I can take you inside better.” Ooh, yes. I’ve never done it standing up. It’s always been a secret fantasy of mine. “And you’d grab my breasts with those extra-large hands of yours and give them a good squeeze while you fuck me repeatedly.”
I’m getting into this. And he’s still so strangely quiet.
“Or perhaps.” I sit up straighter, my mouth stretching into a wide grin. “You could smack my butt extra hard and pull my hair while we do it doggy style.” The words doggy style sound so silly, but the image of him doing those very things to me while I’m on all fours on that giant bed in his hotel room…
“You have a—vivid imagination,” he finally chokes out, his voice strained.
I look over at him again, noting that the front of his black trousers is straining with his erection. “You bring it out in me,” I tell him truthfully.
“Thank God,” he mutters, making me laugh.
I come to a stop at a light—and as I look at the nearby buildings, the Caffé Nero coffeeshop to my left, I swear we’ve been here before. A few minutes ago, actually.
“Sus, I have a question.”
“Yes?” Oh God, he knows. And he’s going to give me endless shit over this.
“Are we lost?”
Slumping my shoulders, I lightly bang my head against the steering wheel once. “Perhaps.”
“Why didn’t you tell me?” He sounds incredulous.
“I was embarrassed. I should know my way around the city,” I practically wail.
“You’re ridiculous,” Cannon says, but he doesn’t seem mad. Instead, he grabs his phone and starts tapping. “We’re ten minutes away,” he says once the directions pop up on his screen. “Listen to Siri and she’ll take you where you need to go.”
Relief fills me as Siri directs me to turn left instead of right, which was what I’ve been doing. Truly I was driving in circles, and any other man I’ve been with in the past would’ve probably given me a bunch of grief about female drivers and how inferior we are. Even Col