“Right around the corner and down a hill,” he said. “We’re going to be in my bed in five minutes.”
“I don’t care if we make it to the bed,” Marisol said, sending another jolt of awareness surging between his legs. “Bent over the back of the couch is fine with me.”
“Keep talking like that and we might not make it past the foyer,” he warned, letting his foot shove the gas pedal closer to the floorboards.
“The foyer is fine.” Marisol leaned in, whispering the words against his neck in a voice so fucking sexy it was almost enough to make him come right there. “The floor there can’t be much harder than the rocks by the pool.”
“I want you on something soft this time around.”
“I’m not made of glass,” she said. “I don’t need a bed.”
“I need a bed,” he countered, hands tightening on the steering wheel. “Because I want to fuck you hard without worrying that you’re going to get bruised.”
“A little bruising isn’t so bad.” She shot him a wicked smile as he pulled into his driveway before her eyes slid toward the bungalow. “Nice house.”
“Get inside,” he said, pulse racing. “Now.”
Marisol tumbled out of the truck and made a beeline for the front door. Bubba followed her inside and slammed the door behind them, grateful that he lived in a neighborhood where he didn’t have to waste time locking up. In less than a minute, he had Marisol in his arms, her long legs locked around his waist as he carried her into the bedroom, and was falling onto the bed with her not long after.
“I’ve been dying to do this since the second we walked offstage,” he said, pulling away from their kiss long enough to strip his shirt off and reach for the close of his jeans.
“Me, too.” Marisol pulled her tank top over her head, revealing she wasn’t wearing a thing beneath, summoning a groan from Bubba’s throat. “I wanted to rip your clothes off in the middle of that song and fuck you right there.”
“I know the feeling,” he said, biting his lip as he watched Marisol wiggle out of her jeans. “God, you’re beautiful. And so sexy…even the way you eat chips drives me crazy.”
“Do you want me to take my panties off?” she asked, nipples tightening beneath his gaze. “Or do you want to do it?”
“Take them off,” he said, loving that she’d asked, that she was so ready to put herself in his hands, even after they’d had their first semi-fight as a couple. “Then lay down and spread your legs, I want to look at you.”
She pulled her black lace panties slowly down her legs and tossed them on the floor before scooting back to the head of the bed, lying back against the simple quilted green pillows and spreading her legs.
“Wider,” he said, barely suppressing another groan when she immediately obeyed, spreading her legs so wide her could see every inch of her slick, pink flesh.
She was shaved completely bare, something he hadn’t realized he cared for until he’d stripped her panties off last night. But then he had a feeling it wouldn’t matter if she decided to stop waxing and go all natural, either. It was Marisol that drove him crazy, not any of her trimming or lack thereof, and seeing how wet she was already was almost enough to make him lose control and take her right now, before he’d done half of the things he wanted to do to her beautiful body.
“Hands up over your head,” he said. “I’m going to get a tie from the closet.”
“What’s the wildest thing you’ve ever done in bed?” she asked as he fetched the tie. “No intimate details, just the act itself.”
“Well, bondage,” he said, heart racing faster as he knotted her wrists together and secured her to his headboard. “But nothing too rough. I just think it heightens the experience when a person knows they can’t move their arms.”
He rolled onto the bed beside her, letting his fingers brush up and down her smooth stomach as he kissed his way from her shoulder to her breast and pulled her erect nipple into his mouth.
“Yes, it does,” she said, arching into him. “I already want to touch you so much more. I want to fist my hands in your hair until you suck me harder.”
Bubba obeyed her command, sucking hard enough to draw a gasp from her throat as he dipped his hand lower, teasing his fingers along the top of her bare pussy, just north of where he knew she wanted him to be. “What about you?” He transferred his attention to her other breast, flicking his tongue across her nipple until she moaned. “What’s your wildest?”
Her eyes squeezed shut and she spread her legs even wider, squirming beneath his touch. “Way wilder than yours. I’ll tell you that much.”
“Maybe I was just nervous to tell you mine,” he said, letting his hand slide lower, until he could dip into the well of her slick heat.
He stroked in and out, in and out—enough to coat his finger, and for Marisol to begin bucking into his hand, making the sexiest little panting noises he’d ever heard—before he withdrew his finger and let his touch move lower, circling the tightly puckered ring of her ass.
Marisol cursed, but she didn’t tense up. “I’ve done that. Once. I wasn’t a big fan, but if you want to, we can.”
“Is that right?” he asked, teasing her with gentle pressure, enough to test her, but not enough to breach her entrance. “Are you sure?”
“Yes,” she breathed, head falling back as his mouth returned to her breasts, licking and sucking as he continued to thrust lightly against her swollen flesh. “I know it would be different with us. I want to do everything with you, everything that gets you off.”