Page 140 of Securing the Pucking Rebound

“Whatever you want.”

“And what will you do to me?” My voice is all breathy, but I can’t find it in me to care.

“What do you want me to do to you?” he counters.

“Make me come.”

He chuckles at my bluntness.

“That’s a given, darlin’. But how? You want my fingers again, or can I taste you?”

Oh, holy shit.

I squeeze my eyes closed as a very vivid image of Calvin on his stomach between my thighs appears in my head.

He doesn’t push me for an answer; instead, he gives me time to think. I just don’t think he appreciates that the only thing I can think about is his head…down there.

“With your knee, can you get down⁠—”

“I can do anything you want me to do, darlin’.”

My heart is like a runaway train in my chest.

I’ve never asked a guy to do anything for me before. It’s…nerve-racking. But I refuse to go for the easy option; I want to push myself, and Calvin makes me feel safe enough to do that with him.

“Both,” I whisper. “In front of the tree.”

“Goddamn, darlin’. It’s so fucking sexy, listening to you tell me what you want.”

Reaching behind me, I sink my fingers into his soft hair and turn my head to the side, searching out his lips.

Being just as eager as me, he drops his head low and dives straight into the kiss. His hands start wandering—slowly at first, but as the seconds tick by and our kiss grows hungrier, messier, his touch becomes bolder.

“Oh God,” I moan into his kiss when he finally cups my aching breasts. Just like last night, I’m braless, and the soft brush of the fabric against my peaked nipples is the most delicious torture.

“Love hearing you moan,” he tells me, kissing down my neck, sucking on the sensitive patch of skin beneath my ear.

“Calvin, please.”

A deep groan rumbles in his chest. “Tell me what you need.”

“You.”

“Gonna need more than that, darlin’.”

I swallow thickly. “I want…I want your fingers.”

“Where?” he asks immediately.

“On…on my pussy.”

“I’d love nothing more.” One of his hands leaves my breast and descends my body.

I tremble, already getting close to a release just from his kiss, touch, and dirty words.

My breath catches as his fingers inch beneath the bottom of his hoodie, his calloused palms brushing against the soft skin of my thighs.

My fingers twist tighter in his hair, my core flooding with heat as the anticipation gets the better of me.