Page 77 of Miss Understanding

“Interesting. What did you say to make her curious?”

My lips twitched with a barely repressed smile. His ego was enjoying this far too much. “I may have mentioned you weren’t entirely terrible to look at.”

He chuckled. “I seem to remember you insisting I wasn’t your type.”

“I seem to remember you panicking that I was trying to woo you with my culinary skills.”

I’d turned toward him and watched him drive. Damn, he was a treat to watch. Gorgeous in his tux, with his gaze concentrating on the road.

“One more bad assumption on my part,” he said. “But now I want to know. What is your type? Since I was sooooo not your type.”

I found it interesting he remembered exactly how I’d put it, drawing out the “so.” Evidently, it had stuck with him. But there wasn’t an easy way to say, when you’re a complete asshole, you’re not my type. “Let’s just say I had an impression you might be too conservative and uptight for me.”

He glanced over, mischief dancing in his eyes. “Sounds like you basically thought I was an asshole.”

“In all fairness, I hardly knew you.”

“Are you saying that now that you know me, you don’t find me conservative and uptight?”

Dammit. Never get into this type of discussion with a lawyer. “You’re definitely neither of those things in the bedroom. But I don’t think spontaneity comes naturally to you.”

He frowned. Crap. Maybe I would’ve been better off saying yes, I’d thought he was an asshole instead of calling him conservative and uptight. But it was true. I mean what guy sees a woman dressed in his T-shirt and short, fresh from the shower, sitting on his countertop and reminds her he has chairs? It wasn’t natural. Which was adorable in its own way. But I didn’t think he’d appreciate me saying that, either.

“Give me an example.”

Hilarious. His wanting an example was, in fact, an example of how he was conservative and cautious. To give him an illustration, I decided to take matters into my hands, literally. Reaching over, I ran my hand down his thigh, moving it toward his groin.

His voice sputtered. “What the hell are you doing?”

“Giving you an example.”

He sucked in a breath when my hand skimmed over his cock. I could feel it growing with my touch.

“I don’t think this is the time. We’ll be at the house in ten more minutes.”

“Hm. Maybe I can’t wait that long. Maybe I need my mouth on you now.” I’d never given road head, but hell, there was a first time for everything.

He frantically glanced my way. “I don’t want you taking off your seatbelt while we’re on the freeway.”

Safety first probably was a good idea. “Then, I’ll just have to wait until we’re in your garage to put my mouth on you, but I can still do this.”

I unfastened the leather belt at his waist, before unzipping his trousers. Glancing up, I could see the way he was gripping the steering wheel. My hand then circled around his growing length, pumping up and down. I enjoyed the sound of garbled words hissing out between his teeth. There was nothing I wanted more in this moment than to take away his control. To make him lose his mind. “I can’t wait to taste you. To have you grab my hair and thrust inside of my mouth.”

He closed his eyes for a brief second. “Christ. This is crazy.”

“Probably.” But I was empowered by the fact I was taking him out of his comfort zone. That I could bring him this level of pleasure despite my lack of experience.

I played with him for the eight minutes it took until he pulled into his driveway. I’m guessing he must’ve sped the entire way home. He was leaking pre-cum and gritting his teeth by the time we pulled into his garage. The door wasn’t even down before I’d unfastened my seatbelt and pounced on him. I licked his crown like a lollypop, curious about the taste of him. It was a combination of salty and sweet. Wanting more, I opened my throat and took him all the way to the back of it. After a few minutes of bobbing up and down on his cock, alternating deep throating with shallow, I noticed his legs start to tremble.

“I can’t last much longer.”

I swirled my tongue up and down his shaft, sucking up and down on his length. Good, I didn’t want him to last. I wanted him to explode. I could feel his hand tangled in my hair, but still, he was hesitant to apply pressure. I needed more.

“Lift your hips,” I murmured, needing his trousers to come down so I had more room to move. The moment I circled my lips around him, he was cursing, groaning, and writhing in pleasure under my touch. I fisted him again, taking him deeper and rubbing his balls with my other hand.

“I’m coming. Oh—”

Hot streams hit my tongue and went down my throat. I swallowed once, then twice, and wow, a third time. His breathing was still labored while I licked him clean.