“Mouth,” she begged.
He rubbed his thumb against her sweet spot faster. “Can’t,” he rasped. “The exchange is fingers for fingers, not oral for oral.”
“Okay!” she moaned. “Deal. Oral for oral.”
He slowed his pace enough to keep her on the brink of coming while he negotiated his terms.
“Oral romance for oral sex? Tell me how you plan to accomplish that, sweetheart.”
“I can say sweet things to you if you stop talking and use your mouth to do dirty things to me.”
He chuckled. She was fiery and begging and damn it, he wanted to agree. It’d stay within the rules…
“I’m waiting for my romance then. I’m ready to hear you whisper sweet nothings to me.” He surged two fingers in deep, and she gasped. “And you better mean them.”
“Oh yes, please Gage.”
“Mmm, I love it when you see it my way.” He pulled up a chair and sat at the end of the table. He tugged her toward him until her ass hung off the edge, tossed her legs over his shoulders, brought her as close as possible, and blew against her hotness. She moaned, and her thighs tensed by his ears.
“Comp-compromise,” she stuttered out. “I’ll give you your sweet nothings, but I have one demand.”
He laughed and blew again against her heated flesh. “Of course you do. Especially since you’re the one at my mercy. By all means, make your demands.”
She lifted herself up on her hands, and the bits of fruit left on her slid down her sides and slapped against the table. “I want to make you come. It’s been so long. Please.”
That was the nail in his coffin. This sexy mastermind of a woman wanted to make him come? That was her demand? He’d be lying if he wasn’t hell of fucking interested.
“Quickie for a quickie?” he asked.
She grinned and nodded. “Doesn’t break either of our standpoints, and we both get a little something to tide us over. What do you say, city boy?”
He was ready to say fuck it, climb up on the table, and remind her who worked her body to the point of sweaty bliss. Instead, he’d stick to his rules and the one card he had to play: her body. He still had sex in his arsenal, and he wouldn’t trade it until all his demands were met.
“Let me think for a second.” He bit the inside of her thigh. “I’m still waiting for my sweet nothings.”
“You bastard.” She groaned.
“Hmmm…” He ran his nose up her thigh. “I think you’re confused on what sweet words entail.”
She blew out a breath. “Roses are red, violets are blue—”
He nipped her mound and she yipped.
“I told you to mean it,” he said.
“I was going to say you’re super hot and I want your cock, too. But you ruined my poetry.”
“Try again.” He hovered over her pulsing clit, hoping he could outlast her. As it was, he was ready to dive in and drink her down until he couldn’t see straight.
“I like the way you look at me,” she whispered.
He glanced up her body and met her eyes, silently coaxing her to continue.
“I like the feel of your arms against my skin when you hug me. When you wrap them around me. I feel…small.”
He kept his gaze on hers and slowly trailed his tongue along her clit. She smiled and arched into him.
“You’re the only man I’ve gone back to more than once,” she admitted around a breathless moan of bliss.
Her words were more addicting than the sugar on her skin. He wanted to tell her how amazing she was, but that’s not what she wanted. So he delved his tongue deep and gave her what she did want.
She moaned and her arms shook.
He smiled and pulled back. “Lie down, sweetheart. I’ve got you. I’ll even make it quick.”
She lowered herself flat against the table. The sound of her skin sticking to the surface as her back met the wood flared a dose of need in him, hot and quick. Every breath, gasp, and move she made was like a siren calling. Those same damn breaths would linger in his ears long after she was gone and echo in his dreams.
“You drive me crazy,” she said. “I’ve never known another man like you.”
He licked faster, flicking wildly until her back was arching.
“Oh God…” she moaned. “Never known another man who can make me feel the way you do.”
He was deep in paradise, surrounded by her smooth skin and silky core, and he didn’t want to be anywhere else. Her heels dug into his back, and she worked her hips up and down, fucking his tongue every time he thrust it deep.
She was so close. So responsive. His to maneuver how he wanted. She challenged his strength, but bringing her to heel was hot, and he was a bastard for loving it the way he did. And her words—he wanted to beg her to repeat them. Because his hope of convincing her to try a long-distance relationship lay in those words. Maybe his exchange of romance for sex could pay off in the end and he’d get what he wanted.
Her.
For now, he’d stick to the rules. Play the game. An even exchange.