With his dark eyes on me and that accent as he talked, he could stare at me and speak all day and all night for the rest of human history, and I’d submit without question.

My entire body shuddered at his every touch, and when he pushed my panties out of the way and his fingers made contact between my legs, he swallowed my cry with his mouth.

I held on to him tight, and he held me right back. He kissed me fervently, like he wanted to devour me.

“More,” I pleaded, and he walked me backward and to the wall.

He knelt before me, and I gasped in surprise at what he planned to do.

Panic set in, and I shoved at his hard shoulders before his tongue had a chance to slip across my heated skin. “No.” My voice wobbled from nerves. “You don’t have to do that.”

“I don’t, do I?” A wolfish grin crossed his lips as he hooked the hem of my panties, urging the fabric to fall to my ankles. “Well, what if I want to? Desperately, in fact.”

My entire body was probably blushing at his husky words, and now I had to tell him something semi-embarrassing with him kneeling before me. “No one has ever . . .”

His brows shot up. Genuine shock on his face. He looked off to the side, saying something in another language, doubtfully Spanish based on the little I recalled from high school.

I wasn’t worldly or well-traveled enough to identify where he was from by his accent or words alone.

My dad was from Scotland, but he hadn’t even taken me there to visit. Aruba was my first time outside the United States. I was sheltered, to put it mildly.

I’m here with this man because I want different. I want to feel something. To feel alive.

“My ex wasn’t into it, so he never did it.” Great, keep killing the mood. “But um, if you really want to, then yes. But if you don’t, that’s okay, too.”

“I’m beginning to hate your ex.” His brows tightened, his gaze flying between my legs. “And I really, really want to taste you. But I don’t want to pressure you.”

Gentleman, are you? A gentleman who wanted to eat me out. Who was I to say no to that? Based on how he kissed my mouth, I could only imagine what it’d be like if he set those lips anywhere else on my body.

“I want you to do it.” I lifted my hands from his shoulders to the sides of his head, threading my fingers through his thick hair. “Please. I want to know how it feels. I want you to be the one to show me.”

He was quiet for a moment before murmuring, “Just a stranger in the night making you come on my tongue.”