She didn’t make it easy either. No. Georgia wouldn’t be that kind. Behind her innocence was a vixen dying to be set free.

Every time she bent over, she hadn’t been ladylike. She didn’t bend at the knees and scrunch down to retrieve her ball. Nope. She kept her legs straight, bending at the waist, and gave me a full view of her upper thighs and perky ass each time. Not one time did she take it easy on me.

She knew exactly what she was doing. Her small smiles, pretend apologies the entire time were all bullshit.

Every opportunity she had, she’d brush against my body, giving me just enough to drive me crazy. The smell of her perfume and the feel of her body against mine drove me crazy.

By the time we sat down at dinner, I didn’t know if I could walk another step. My dick felt like a baseball bat inside my pants, ready to splinter if I moved any farther.

“Are you all right?” she asked when the waitress put our entrees on the table.

I shifted in my seat, placing the napkin on my lap and pushing my cock down between my legs. “Yeah. I couldn’t be better.”

“You look a little flushed.”

I glanced up at her just as she placed a French fry in her mouth, wrapping her lips around it like a dick and suckling it.

She pulled the fry out slowly, toying with the tip of it with her tongue. “Your face is all red.”

I closed my eyes and tried to think of something sad—anything to make the raging boner in my pants go away. I didn’t look at her as I picked up my fork. “I’m good,” I said, my voice betraying me when it cracked.

Her moans drew my attention just as I was about to place a forkful of whatever I’d ordered in my mouth. She had closed her eyes, slowly sucking on the French fry and fucking moaning.

Every ounce of air in my lungs disappeared, and I couldn’t do anything but stare. My lips were half open, waiting to be fed, and my brain couldn’t communicate with my hand. I just sat there. Staring at her. Gawking as she moaned, totally breathless and dumbfounded.

After she swallowed and glanced at me, a small smile played on her lips. “You want a taste?”

I shoved the fork in my mouth, needing to put something inside to stop me from answering. I stabbed at my food as she laughed softly. “Enjoying yourself, aren’t you?”

“Nah.”

I didn’t risk a glance. I couldn’t. “You are.”

“Why are you fighting it so badly?”

I still wouldn’t look. Because I knew why I fought it. She wasn’t right for me, and I sure as fuck wasn’t right for her. “It’s not right. Plain and simple.”

“Frisco.” Her voice was soft and sultry when she spoke my name. “Do you think I’m weak?”

I stopped chewing, peering up at her. “I don’t.”

“Then stop treating me like I’m fragile.”

She had me there. I did think it was my duty to protect her from me, but really, I was keeping myself safe. “I don’t mean to.”

“The words that you say do not match what your body tells me.”

Setting my fork down, I leaned back and stared at her. “What are you talking about?”

She continued to eat, speaking between bites. “You can’t keep your eyes off me.”

“Well, you’re beautiful.”

“When I brush against you, I can feel how hard you are for me.”

My lips twisted and my dick twitched, reminding me that she had a point. “I can’t help what happens when you touch me.”

“I’m not asking for a lifetime here. Stop being so full of yourself and assuming you’re going to break my heart and steal my virginity.”

“Well, I never—”

She waved her fork in front of her and silenced me. “First off, I won’t willingly give away my virginity. I’ve held on to it too long. It’s sacred and I’ll only give it to someone who is special to me. So you don’t have to worry about taking it.”

I’d be lying if I didn’t admit that her words gave me a funny feeling. Like when you’re sitting in an airplane to skydive for the first time, that kind of belly flop slash nausea that overcomes someone.

The thought of her just offering it up on a platter made me angry. It shouldn’t have. She wasn’t mine to feel jealousy over, but there it was. Sitting in my gut, twisting away like a knife.

“But I like you.”

The words lodged in my throat. Thoughts swirled through my mind about Georgia. I liked her too. Liked everything about her. Okay, that was a lie. I hated that she was so young, too young, I thought, for me. But she wasn’t a college kid looking to chug beer at a frat party. She was a woman. One hell of a woman who oozed sex appeal from every pore and could make the strongest-willed man bend to her desires.

I grabbed my gin, swallowing it down and grimacing. I couldn’t hold it back anymore. I had to say it. Free myself from the restraint. “I like you too.”

She smiled and stared at me with soft, playful eyes. “Glad you finally admitted it. Now eat up. Because I want you to do that thing you did with your mouth.”

I coughed into my glass, choking on the gin that had barely passed my tongue.

“And your fingers. God, they’re so thick and long.”

“Stop,” I warned her, feeling my control slipping.

She leaned forward, placing her tits closer to me and on full display. “I may be a virgin and want to keep it that way, but it doesn’t mean I don’t want to wrap my lips around your cock and taste your want for me.”

“You’re playing a dangerous game.”

“I know exactly what I want, and I’ll do anything to get it.”

I set down my drink, clasped my hands in front of me on the table, and leaned forward, close to her. “I gave you a chance to get away, Georgia. I warned you what I am, but you kept coming. I’m sick of running and fighting my attraction to you.” I licked my lips, watching her eyes drop to my mouth and getting a little thrill. “I’m done being a gentleman. I know what I want. Who I want. And I’ll put my mouth anywhere you want it. I’ll give you so much pleasure, you’ll never want another man in your life.”

“Promise?” she asked, bringing her face closer and looking me straight in the eye.

I leaned over and brushed my lips against hers. Peering into her eyes, I whispered, “You can bet your ass on it.”

***

Too many drinks, a lot of flirting and innuendo, and a taxi ride spent kissing and touching that led us back to her place.

Unable to contain myself by the time we walked through the door, I tossed her over my shoulder and carried her to the bedroom. She giggled, half drunk, and squealed when I tossed her on the bed.

Her dress flipped up, covering her face as she giggled. My pulse quickened at the sight of her bare pussy. In one quick motion, I pulled my shirt off and slid onto the bed, right between her legs. I planned to give her exactly what she wanted and I needed.

I wrapped my arms around her thighs and pulled her to my face. She gasped at the contact and twitched in my arms when I clamped my mouth down against her.

I buried my face in her, suffocating myself but loving every minute of it. I hadn’t let myself think about how badly I wanted her since the last time I touched her.

As I lay there with my face between her legs, sucking and licking like I’d never had pussy before, I realized how much I wanted her. No matter what, I didn’t want to spend time with anyone else. Just her. Only Georgia.

Her hands found my hair as she sucked in air and her body shook in my arms. I held her to me, didn’t let her escape as I devoured every ounce of her until she was writhing in the bed and screaming my name. By the time that happened, my dick was harder than steel.

When her breathing evened out and she stilled, I climbed up her body and licked my lips to capture every last drop. I hovered over her, watching her try to focus on my face.

“Well, fuck. That was—” She inhaled deeply and closed her eyes.

“Fucking amazing.”

“The best,” she whispered as her eyes fluttered open.