Then he half-carried her into his living room. There wasn’t much in this room. Just a big sectional, two recliners and a huge T.V. mounted on the wall. The layout of the house was exactly the same as hers, with the addition of a large deck out the back. There was a game playing on the T.V. so she guessed he was just relaxing. Doing guy stuff.
And you interrupted.
“You didn’t have to invite me in,” she told him. Not that he’d actually invited her.
He just grunted then drew her along into the kitchen. He opened the fridge and silently pulled out some butter and two more beers.
“Oh, I don’t want a beer thanks,” she said as he offered her one. “I don’t drink much.”
He gave a nod and put one back. Then he split open some muffins and slathered them with way too much butter. She bit back a remark about healthy fats.
He took a huge bite then wrinkled his forehead. “What’s in this?”
“Um, blueberries.”
He shook his head and crooked a finger at her. ?
?Come here.”
She moved a step closer. “I, ah, added some bran to make them healthier. You know, keep you regular.”
He raised an eyebrow at that.
“Well, not you, I mean I made them for me too. Not that I meant I needed. . .I just mean, bran is healthy and I. . .shit I need to stop talking now.”
His lips actually twitched, lightening the dark look on his face.
“Closer.” He crooked his finger at her again.
She thought she was plenty close enough, but she took another small step. He grasped hold of her hips and pulled her in until their lower halves were pressed together.
All right, so he’d wanted them that close.
Then suddenly, he lifted her so she was sitting on the counter and settled himself between her legs. Her breath caught as her pussy brushed against his firm stomach, her breasts pressed against his chest, her nipples pebbling immediately.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful.”
She knew she wasn’t. But it felt good to hear the words, to see the desire in his face.
“I’m not,” she murmured.
He tugged at her ponytail, the small spike of pain increasing her arousal. She raised her face so she was looking into his. “Nope. That’s not allowed.”
“What?” Her breathing quickened as he lowered his mouth so it was inches from hers.
“No speaking badly about yourself. If I say you’re beautiful it’s because I mean it. Not a man who says things he doesn’t mean.”
And she appreciated that more than she could say. Even if she couldn’t see what he saw in her.
“Fucking beautiful. Sexy. Deliciously sweet.” He leaned in those last few inches and took her mouth with his. This was not like any of the kisses she’d experienced before. This was hard. Hot. Primal.
He was devouring her.
This was no quick peck. No brush of the lips. This was all-in, raw. Hungry.
She loved it.
She wrapped her arms around his neck, trying to get closer, to find her way inside him. He abruptly drew away, stepping back. She sat there, panting, her body licked with flames wondering what just happened.