“You have no idea, do you?” She cups my face, kissing me. “When we first met and we watched that movie together at the theater, I felt so guilty,” she kisses me again, “because when you mentioned the
Poltergeist showing, I…I was tempted, because I wanted to see you again,” she confesses. “There was something there even then.”
I sink into her mouth, kissing her long and deep, as I wrap an arm around her body and press her into me. Curling my fingers around the silk at her hip, I feel an urge to bury myself inside her right now.
But no. To her, I’ll end up being a fling, but I’m gonna make damn sure it’s the best one she ever has.
I kiss her neck, sucking and nibbling all the way up to her chin and running my thumbs over her hard little nipples.
“Pike…” she pleads. “Please tell me you have condoms.”
I nod, coming back to her mouth. “In my room.”
“More than one, right?”
I smile. “Yeah.”
“Go get ’em.”
I wrap my arms around her and stand up, taking her with me. “I have a better idea.”
She locks her ankles behind my back, and I carry her out of her room and down the hall to mine. We need a bigger bed.
She doesn’t stop kissing me the whole time, and I almost close my eyes with the pleasure, because I don’t think I’ve ever felt this damn good. She’s going to spoil me so much that no one else will ever do again.
We enter my room, and I kick the door shut behind us, lowering her to the bed. But when I pull away from her and rise, she protests. “No…”
I back up toward the door, watching her—finally having her on my bed—and I feel like I just won the fucking lottery.
Reaching behind me, I lock the door and stare at her, the moonlight streaming through the window lighting her up. She’s sitting with her knees bent, and her hands planted behind her, propping herself up. Her lips are swollen from the kissing, and I’m already imagining her naked between my sheets.
“God, you’re so sweet,” I say under my breath.
A coy smile plays on her lips. “I’m really not.”
I arch a brow at her challenge. “So, what do you like then?”
“What do you do?”
Such a little shit.
Crossing back over to the bed, I lean down over her and fist her panties in my hand. “You said you wanted me to eat something.” I remind her. “What do you want my mouth on?”
She drops her eyes, staring at my lips. “Um…” She swallows and caresses her inner thigh, moving her hand up to the V. “Down here.”
“And what’s down there?” I play with her, staying just out of reach every time she moves in for a kiss. “Use your adult words, Jordan. What do you want me to kiss?”
“Um,” she stammers, turned on and dying for it. “Um, my…”
My…?
She comes in for my mouth again, but I pull away, making her bare her teeth in a quiet, little growl.
“My…”
“Yes?”
“My, um… my cunt,” she whispers.