Going for Four: Counting on Love, Book 4 (21 page)

His jaw tightened and his fingers flexed, but he didn’t move.

“Tell me more,” he said, his voice more gruff now. “Please.”

She smiled and ran her other hand across her lower belly. “I’ve been well in touch with my body for a long time.”

He swallowed hard. “Fingers aren’t exactly the same thing.”

“No, they’re not,” she agreed, running her hand lower over her mound. Her sisters thought she needed to be completely open and honest with Cody about all of this. Fine. “Which is why I’ve also got a punch card at Tease. And I went shopping today.”

Cody’s attention moved from her fingers to her face. The well-known, well-loved lingerie and sex-toy shop downtown had a little bit of everything, from the basics up front—lacy teddies, French maid costumes, simple vibrators and soft porn—to the more adventurous items in the back.

He had to know how deep into the store Olivia had gone. And how often.

“Emma said you’d been shopping. Do I get to see what else you bought?”

“Yep.” Stopping short of really touching herself, she rolled onto her stomach and crawled up the bed toward her bedside table.

“Hang on.” Cody reached out and caught hold of the bottom of her robe and pulled.

She lifted one arm at a time, allowing the robe to slide from her body, the white silk slipping over her, revealing the barely-there back of the teddy and lots of soft, sweet skin that he longed to stroke and kiss and worship. The picture she made, her gorgeous ass
right there
—just like when he’d taken her from behind. Her hair fell over her back, and he wanted to grab it up in his fist and hold her still while he thrust into her.

Hell, he hadn’t even been able to see her face in that position. She could have been hurting or grimacing or struggling the entire time and he wouldn’t have known.

But then she glanced at him over her shoulder with a sexy, I-know-what-I’m-doing look in her eyes, and he remembered all too well how easy it had been to get completely caught up in how much he wanted her, how he
had to have her
. She had this amazing combination of sweet and sexy, of innocent and siren, that he felt the overwhelming need to take, over and over, no matter what, fast and hard.

He took a long, deep breath. He had to control himself this time. She
was
going to come, and she wasn’t going to do it herself.

At least not completely by herself, he amended as she reached into the drawer in the bedside table and pulled out some toys. But he wouldn’t mind being an observer for a little bit.

She turned and held them up. They were vibrators, in varying sizes and colors. The smallest was pink and shaped like a finger. The next was blue, bigger and had ridges. But the one that he was most surprised and interested to see was the purple one. It was huge. And definitely cock shaped.

She tossed the other two toward the bottom of the bed, but kept the purple one in hand. “See? Nothing to worry about as far as fit,” she said. “Me and this guy have known each other for a while.”

Well, that might explain why she hadn’t been in a lot of pain last night. “So you…uh…can lose your virginity with a dildo?”

She lifted a shoulder. “Not really, I guess. I mean, I’ve never been with a guy. Until you, of course. But I…” Her cheeks got bright red as she stumbled over the words. Finally, she stopped and took a deep breath. When she met his gaze, it was clear that she was making herself look him directly in the eye. “It wasn’t as painful because I’ve been active with vibrators. But I was a virgin in every other way.”

He loved her honesty. He loved that she was comfortable—or trying to be anyway—talking to him about this. He really fucking loved that she’d never been with another man.

Cody raised an eyebrow and took the purple toy from her fingers. “I’m feeling like I might have disappointed you in the size department.”

She visibly relaxed and smiled. “Not at all. I was quite…impressed.”

He chuckled. “But you didn’t come. Either time,” he felt the need to point out. Though why, he wasn’t sure. Why keep pointing out all of the ways he’d fallen short? Maybe to hear her deny it. Maybe she
had
had an orgasm. Maybe Emma was guessing. Maybe…

“An orgasm isn’t the only thing that’s good about you touching me.”

He groaned. She definitely hadn’t denied. “God, Liv, I’m sorry.”

“Hey. You specifically told me that you would not apologize.”

“I meant—”

“I know what you meant.”

She looked cute—sexy and riled up—and he itched to grab her.

“I was fine last night and I’m fine now. But,” she added, her voice softening, “I have an idea to make you feel better.”

“I’ll do anything.”

“Make me come
three
times tonight.”

His heart thudded in his chest as lust and love flooded through him. She was forgiving him. Of course she was. He’d disappointed her in their first time together—her first time
ever
—but she was forgiving him and giving him another chance.

A niggle of unease, the feeling of not being anywhere near deserving of her, tickled his conscience. But then she pressed close and kissed him.

She was hot and soft and smelled like everything delicious he’d ever had. And she was in his arms. In her bedroom.

He might be a jerk from time to time, but he wasn’t an idiot.

He cupped her butt and pulled her up firmly against his erection. His need for her had only intensified because of the night before.

After several long, hot, wet moments, she pulled back. She was breathing hard as she stared at him. “Maybe we don’t need anything else. I’ve been thinking about this all day. This feels so good. Maybe we can get it…”

It was almost as if she was talking to herself but out loud.

“I’ve been thinking about this all day too,” he told her. “I’ve been thinking about all the positions I can put you in and all the places I want to taste and all the noises I want you to make.”

She wet her lips. “Yeah, we’re going to be fine.”

Something about that made him curious. He thought back over what she’d said. She moved to kiss him again, but he held her back. “What do you mean we don’t need anything else?”

“Nothing. I think I was wrong. Let’s do this—”

He had to hold her away with more force this time. “Hang on, sweet pea. What else do you need? I meant it when I said I’ll do anything.”

He wanted this to be good for her. Really good. Awesome even. Whatever she needed, he’d deliver.

And how freaky could it really be? She was a virgin.

He glanced at the vibrators lying to one side. A virgin with a punch card at a sex-toy shop.

Finally she sat back, her hands dropping to her sides. She sighed. “My sisters think that we need to have a whole big, long conversation about what I like and need and how to best get me to orgasm.”

He stared at her, desire pumping through his body. He cleared his throat.

“You okay?” she asked, looking concerned.

He probably looked like he’d been punched in the stomach. Because that’s exactly how he felt.

“I’m…” He cleared his throat again. “I’m so damned turned on that I can barely breathe.”

Slowly she smiled. “Oh. So you
want
to have that whole big, long conversation?”

“About how to best turn you on and get you off?” he asked gruffly. “Hell, yeah.”

She let a long breath out between pursed lips. “Wow.” Then she shook her head. “That doesn’t offend you? That I might think you need instructions?”

He gave her a slow half smile. “Babe, it’s not like I blew you away last night, you know? If it means giving you orgasms, then I want to know every detail.”

She looked a little sad. “I loved last night.”

He cupped her cheek. “I did too. It was great. But let’s make great into awesome.”

She studied his eyes. “Okay. I’m…um…” She pressed her lips together and squared her shoulders. “I’m not sure I can have an orgasm without the vibrators.”

That surprised him. And made him burn to know everything. “Liv, I want to know every way you’ve ever touched yourself, every fantasy you’ve had, what you think about when you’re playing with your toys…every damned detail about what you need.”

She sucked in a quick breath. “Okay.”

He pushed her back gently on the bed. “And I intend to show you a few things that you might not even know you like.”

She looked up at him eagerly. “Oh, yes, please.”

“You’re going to be saying ‘yes’ and ‘please’ a whole lot more tonight,” he promised. He reached for the straps on the teddy, pulling them down and exposing her beautiful breasts.

“I’ll say whatever you want me to say,” she said, squirming as he drew the lace down over her ribs and belly.

“This isn’t about what I want,” he told her as she lifted her hips and he finished stripping her of the skimpy lace. “This is all about you.”

She was breathing fast and looked gorgeous lying back on her bed, her hair loose, her body exposed to him.

The realization slammed into him that he was seeing her in a way no one ever had. And if he had anything to say about it, no one else ever would.

“I’m the luckiest son of a bitch in the world,” he told her sincerely. “I promise to work on being worthy.”

“Cody, I—”

“No,” he stopped her. She was going to say something sweet about being with him. He knew her. He knew she was going to try to reassure him or tell him that nothing mattered but sharing this with him or that there was no way he could disappoint her.

“I love that I’m the one here right now,” he told her. “I love that you let me be the one. And right now all I want you saying is stuff like ‘right there’, ‘harder’, ‘fuck yeah’ and ‘you’re a god’.”

She laughed lightly and he leaned in to kiss her.

The thing was, he definitely could disappoint her. He appreciated that she wanted to be with him anyway, that her feelings for him were about a lot more than the physical stuff. But he didn’t want her reassuring him. He didn’t want her saying it didn’t matter.

It mattered. A lot.

All he wanted right now was her completely overwhelmed by the way he could make her feel.

The kiss grew deeper, and he drank in the taste of her, the feel of her lips opening, her tongue against his, her arms wrapping around his neck and pulling him closer.

He ran his hand up and down her side, into the dip of her waist, over the curve of her hip, down the smooth expanse of her thigh, repeating the pattern for several strokes. Then he ran his palm up to her breast, cupping the weight, running his thumb back and forth over the hard tip. He already knew that she loved nipple play, and he relished the way she arched and moaned as he rolled the stiff nub between his finger and thumb.

He lowered his mouth, flicking his tongue over the firm point, then sucking softly, then harder as she cried out.

He ran his hand over her stomach to her mound, but paused.

“Okay, babe, this is where you start talking,” he told her huskily, lifting his head to look into her face.

She had a hard time taking the deep breath. “I thought you were showing me things I didn’t even know I liked.”

“I’m going to show you that you might like talking dirty and telling me what to do.”

Olivia moved her legs apart, and he couldn’t help but glance down her body.

“Touch me,” she said softly.

He wanted to. Oh, so much. But he was going to make this work if it killed him. “Show me how.”

She took his hand and started to move it between her legs, but he slipped his hand free and moved hers instead. “Show me what you like.”

She licked her lips and there was a long pause. But finally she moved her hand lower, her middle finger brushing over her clit. She drew it back up, stroking over the sweet spot several times.

Cody felt his own breathing quicken and he leaned in to kiss her, then scooted down the bed to get a better view.

It was like his attention gave her courage. She lifted a knee and propped her foot on the bed, then let her leg to fall to the side, opening her further to his gaze. Her finger moved over her clit, circling and pressing, then she slid lower, dipping inside and drawing the wetness up and over, continuing the circles.

She sped up her rhythm, and he looked up to her playing with her nipples as well.

Her eyes were locked on him.

She was gorgeous, amazing.

She moved her hand again, sliding two fingers into her tight channel, moving them slowly in and out.

“I can’t come without my clit being stimulated,” she said breathlessly.

“But you can come with your fingers?”

This was the hottest thing he’d ever done.

“It takes a long time,” she said. “The vibrator gets me there faster.”

“Has anyone else ever given you an orgasm?”

“You. In my kitchen.”

Thank you, Lord
. Cody slid off the edge of the bed and knelt between her knees. “So we know your clit and your nipples are key.”