Second Chance Boyfriend

zip-up sweatshirt, tossing it on the floor. She’s only wearing a white tank top with a black bra beneath it. Jesus, she’s hot. “I’m sure it could. Okay, your turn.”
    “Uh…” There are a lot of things I could confess.
    “Don’t be shy.” She smiles, all pure, sweet seduction. “Come on. Out with it. Pick an easy one.”
    “I’ve never slept all night with a girl. Until you.” I yank my sweatshirt off and throw it on top of hers on the floor.
    “Aw.” She leans in and gives me a quick kiss. “I love that I’m your first,” she murmurs against my lips before she moves away from me.
    She’s a lot of firsts for me. It’s embarrassing to admit just how many.
    “I’ve never had sex outside.” A wistful look crosses her face. “I think that would be incredibly romantic. Under the stars, a cool breeze over hot skin. Maybe on the beach, by the ocean…”
    “Sand getting in our asses,” I add because I can’t help it, that’s my first thought when I hear sex on the beach.
    Fable smacks me on the arm. “You’re such a guy. Way to kill the romantic mood.”
    “You know it would happen.” I rub my arm, watching as she takes off one sock. “Only one?”
    “An article of clothing a confession, right?” She shrugs, looking smug.
    I’ll remember this. But then again, do I want to confess that much?
    “I’ve never had phone sex.” I take off a sock just like she did.
    “Me either.” She takes off her other sock and giggles. “This is silly.”
    “It was your idea,” I point out.
    “Yeah, yeah.” Fable nibbles her lower lip. “This one’s crazy. I’m afraid you’ll freak out when I say it.”
    “No going back now. You have to tell me,” I urge. Hell, it’s supposed to be my turn but I’m letting her skip right on by me.
    “Fine, you asked for it.” She takes a deep breath. “Lately I’ve been thinking about getting my nipples pierced.”
    I’m stunned. “Are you serious?”
    She nods and bends her head, letting her hair fall in front of her face. “Is that crazy?”
    Sort of. She’s full of surprises. I like it. Hell, I like her. A lot. “Don’t you think it’ll hurt?”
    “Yeah, but I can deal with a little pain.” She keeps her head bent. “I’ve heard it feels good to have them tugged on during…you know.”
    Okay, my girl is trying to drive me crazy. I’ve never thought of nipple rings as particularly sexy before, but the thought of me tugging on a tiny silver hoop with my lips and tongue and hearing her moan…
    I get hard just thinking about it.
    “Would you ever get your nipples pierced?” she asks, lifting her head so her eyes meet mine.
    “Uh, I doubt it,” I croak, then clear my throat.
    “It’s just a thought. I doubt I’ll go through with it either.” She slowly lifts the hem of her tank and takes it off, revealing her slender stomach, her pretty black satin bra. I want to grab her and kiss her. Screw these true confessions. “Your turn,” she whispers.
    Studying her cleavage, I start to sweat. “I’ve uh…never done the dirty-talk thing before.”
    “Isn’t that the same theory as phone sex?” She frowns.
    “Not really.”
    “Hmm.” She taps her smirking lips with her index finger. “So you’re saying you’d like it if I leaned over and whispered in your ear that I want to suck your cock?”
    I swallow hard. “Hell, Fable.”
    Her smile grows. “You would definitely like that, wouldn’t you?” She gets on her hands and knees and crawls toward me, nuzzling my cheek with her nose, her mouth close to my ear. “Drew,” she whispers. “Do you know how wet I get just looking at you?”
    I swallow hard, slip my arm around her waist so I can bring her closer to me. “Are you trying to kill me?”
    “Maybe.” She laughs, the sound sexy as hell, and I tackle her, pin her beneath me so she can’t get away. I thrust my hips against hers and her eyes darken. “Ooh, I can tell I am totally getting to you.”
    “All this true confession talk. A man can only take so much.” Lifting up, I take off my shirt, pleased when I catch her drinking me in with her greedy gaze. She has no problem letting me know how much I turn her on and I love it. “I’m thinking I need to see just how wet you really are.”
    A little sound of pleasure escapes her and she clamps her lips shut. “Why don’t you do some investigating and find out?”

 
     
    Chapter Twelve
     
     
    Love is composed of a single soul inhabiting two bodies. –