Temporary Bliss (Bliss #1)(26)
Author: B.J. Harvey

He pulls away and gives me his sexy grin. “I have a better idea now.” I moan at the loss of contact but smile when I see him stepping into his huge shower room with a giant monsoon shower head and turning it on. “I need to introduce you to my shower buddy I’m now calling Mac,” he says holding up a bottle of body wash. I crack up laughing, my crazy mind wondering when shower head Daniel can meet up with body wash Mac.

I start pulling my scrubs off in front of him, leaving him with nothing to do but stare at my naked self. What can I say? I was a girl scout, and we were always taught to think one step ahead.

His eyes instantly turn heated when he sees me standing there naked. “I like your thinking, Mac,” he says, stepping towards me as he strips off his top. “God, I can’t get enough of this,” he says before our lips crash together in a heated tangle of teeth, tongues, and lips like we’re starving for each other. Without pulling apart, he tugs his workout shorts off then lifts my ass until I’m straddling his waist. He smothers my squeal of surprise with his mouth as he rubs his tongue against mine. I have a feeling this is going to be a long hot shower, my favorite kind.

A few orgasms later and I’m totally spent, lying on my stomach on Daniel’s one thousand thread count sheets. I can’t stop staring at his beautiful face. I know men aren’t meant to be beautiful, but in my post orgasmic haze – a result of his seemingly endless sexual talents – he looks beautiful.

He looks across the pillow towards me, staring into my half-open, tired eyes.

“What did they give you? You said that each guy gave you something you needed,” he asks absentmindedly, not dropping his gaze from mine.

I’m suddenly hit with a nervous, awkward conversation avoiding, coughing fit.

“Shit, Mac. Are you okay?” He’s sitting upright now, leaning over me and rubbing my back.

“I’m okay,” I gasp out, trying to catch my breath back. Shit, that question was unexpected.

“Good, I didn’t want my difficult question to kill you for God’s sake.” He stops rubbing my back long enough to roll me over and wrap his arm around my waist, shifting in close so that my back is against his rock hard chest…

After a few minutes of silence, I hear him sigh against my neck as he gently nuzzles my hair. “It’s okay, Mac, you can tell me,” he murmurs against my skin, encouraging me to open up.

“Well, I met Sean at a fetish club one night about six months ago. Kate and I went there because a friend of mine from work said they made awesome cocktails, and had a 9-11 happy hour on Friday nights. After a few too many tequila shots, we got talking, and it started from there,” I explain, the words flowing out of me like verbal diarrhea.

“Mmm hmm,” I feel him say against my collar bone, which he is slowly tracing with his nose.

“We both knew it wouldn’t work out dating wise, but physically it worked well, so whenever I’m in the mood for something a bit, I dunno, different, and he’s in town, we catch up.”

“Define different, Mac,” Daniel whispers, his mouth now right behind my ear. The huskiness in his voice sends shivers up my spine, and I unconsciously arch my back, pushing my ass into his hardening groin. He pushes forward, rubbing up against me, and I stifle back my moan when I feel his hard length resting between my ass cheeks.

“Ah….he’s a bit more….demanding, shall we say.”

I feel him move his pelvis away from mine, his left hand moving from my waist, around my hip before caressing my ass cheek. “So, you like to be spanked? Is that it, Mac?” His strained voice giving away just how much this conversation is turning him on.

“Yes,” I moan just as I feel the smack of his hand against me. “Ahhh, yes!” I spit out, biting my lip and relishing in the delicious burning sensation radiating from my behind.

“More?” he asks, his hand returning to its gentle circling motion. I drop my head back against his shoulder, turning my head to his inviting lips briefly. “You liked that, didn’t you, Mac?” he breathes out against my lips. I barely nod my head before I feel the rush of air under the sheets as his hand meets my ass again. I don’t bother hiding my moan this time. He’s enjoying this as much as I am, and I’m definitely not going to hide my delight at seeing this new side.

It seems that Superman’s talents hold no bounds.

It’s just a shame my heart does.

Chapter 13 – “Temporary Bliss”

The next few weeks fly by. Between working five shifts a week, and seeing Daniel, I’ve barely had time to think.

I’ve come to realize that Daniel is like a drug habit. I can’t get enough of his body, his touch, his talented orgasm inducing tongue that turns me into a screaming banshee within minutes. I’m starting to think that I need to buy Kate some earplugs because on the nights we’ve stayed at my place, Daniel seems to make it his mission to break his multiple orgasm record with me. And just for the record, we both seem to win every time.

Now it’s Saturday night, and Daniel has conned me into going to Noah’s for a dinner party. Apparently, they had a man to man talk, and surprisingly, Noah’s mid-shift texts became non-existent; even the ‘Hi, how are you?’ ones.

Coincidence? Hell, no!

It kind of irked me when Daniel told me about it, but he explained that they’ve been friends for years and it is bro code to stake your claim. If you ask me, men are weird. God, if Kate and I liked the same guy, we’d usually toss a coin for him.

I’ve gone for a sexy casual look, which is just a step up from at home casual. In short, I’m wearing jeans that look like they’ve been painted on, paired with a nice pair of silver wedges I’ve borrowed from Kate, and a cowl neck top that clings to my bust before tapering out. I’ve put my hair up in a loose pony tail and with a quick brush of bronzer, some mascara and lip gloss, I’m good to go.

Just as I sit down with a rather large glass of wine to prepare myself for the awkwardness ahead, Daniel turns up at my door looking as hot as ever wearing a black short sleeved shirt and cargo shorts. Guys have it so f**king easy, I swear to God they could wear anything and get away with it. After Kate lets him in, he walks over and leans over the couch, giving me a hot and heavy kiss with just a hint of tongue before pulling away and standing up again.

“You’re such a tease,” I sigh, much to his obvious delight.

“You look gorgeous, gorgeous,” he says with a grin. He leans down, bringing his lips close to my ear. “And I can’t wait to peel you out of those jeans as soon as possible.”