Her hair had fallen into her face, so I pushed it back behind her ear so I could see her better. I stroked my fingers down her jaw, her neck, and over her collarbone. She let out a small moan and snuggled deeper against me.
Grinning, I stroked up her neck again and took her chin between my thumb and forefinger, tilting her head up. Her eyes stayed clo
sed, but I could feel her waking up.
My gaze dropped to her slightly open lips. They were a soft pink and so full they begged for my kiss.
It had taken a will I didn’t know I possessed not to have kissed her by now. I had been a good boy, keeping my hands to myself, but right then, there wasn’t a force on earth that could have stopped me.
It was just a soft kiss at first. I barely touched my lips to hers, not wanting to scare her. They were so soft that it didn’t take long before I wanted more.
I licked my tongue over her bottom lip, tempting her to open up for me so I could taste her. I cupped the back of her neck in my hand, my thumb rubbing over her jaw to coax her to let me in. Her mouth opened just a little, but it was enough for me to slip my tongue inside and play with hers.
The kiss deepened as I became hungrier for more of the intoxicating taste of her. She was so sweet, so addicting, and I could have spent the rest of the day just lying there kissing her like that. I skimmed my tongue over her teeth, then the roof of her mouth, tickling her, teasing her.
I knew the second she became fully awake. Her body didn’t jerk, she didn’t tense up, but her hands went into my hair, and she began to kiss me back.
I tried to keep it tame, tried to pour everything I was feeling for her into that kiss, but she was greedy and that set my entire body on fire.
She tangled her fingers in the short hair at the back of my head and held me tighter as she rocked her lower body against me. With her leg still wrapped over both of my own, my dick moved into the perfect place between her legs and flexed with need. Heat was radiating from her in scalding waves from that little paradise, and I couldn’t fight back the groan that tore out of my throat.
I let go of her neck, my hand caressing down her back until I reached her jean clad ass and pressed her closer.
“Kale,” she breathed as her head fell back on my arm.
I followed after her, my lips capturing hers again. I shifted us so she was under me, and her legs spread willingly as I settled between them, pressing into the place that had her gasping.
The kiss went on forever as I stroked her tongue with mine, dipping in deeper and swallowing every little sound that tried to break free. My lips burned, throbbed as hard as my dick that was pressing painfully against the zipper of my jeans. She was so soft and lost in the kiss, so willing for me to take things further.
Not yet.
She was too important for our first time to be some mindless fuck on my couch before she had to go to work. I wanted to take my time, savor every inch of her.
Soon, I promised myself. Soon, but not now.
A phone ringing again forced me to break contact. Irritated at the interruption, I glanced around for the noisy thing. After a few seconds, I realized it was coming from her back pocket. I wanted to pull it out and throw it across the room, but I knew it was probably important. She had family, friends, or work that needed her attention.
Blowing out a frustrated breath, I dropped another hard kiss on her already swollen lips then rolled us back onto our sides. The phone stopped ringing, but she didn’t move to check on it. Instead, she just pressed her face into my neck and slowly got her breath back.
I laid there, holding her as my heart tried to calm down and my dick begged for relief.
Her phone started ringing again.
Cursing to herself, she pulled it free and glanced at the screen. Then she blinked at whatever she saw there.
“Is it really eight-thirty?” She jerked upright, tossing her hair out of her face and right into mine.
“I guess. I haven’t checked yet.”
She groaned. “I have a session in an hour at my studio.” Jumping to her feet, she glanced around, as if she were looking for something but couldn’t understand why she didn’t see it immediately. Her hair fell into her face again, and she tossed it over her shoulder with an annoyed huff. “I need to shower and change clothes. Damn, I’m so late right now.”
I got to my feet. “Just calm down, doll. Everything is going to be okay. You can shower here and wear something of mine.”
She bit down on her lip for a moment, starting to calm down. “Are you sure?”
I took her hands and pulled her against my chest. “Of course I am. Relax. I’ll make us coffee while you shower, and then I’ll drive you to your studio.” I kissed the top of her head then stepped back.
Her phone had stopped ringing, but she now had a voicemail notification. Two rapid fire texts came in no sooner than the voicemail alert had stopped.