Count on it.
They take two more calls, nothing major although one is cute as he says this is his chance to tell the girl he’s interested in her, and then they go to another song break, old school Sophie B. Hawkins with Damn, Wish I Was Your Lover.
I jam out for a bit, this was a song Mom loved to sing along to before Carpool Karaoke was around, but after a moment, my phone rings. Derrick.
“I’ve only got a minute while the song plays,” he says, his voice low, “but I was missing you. And thanks for the text.”
“I miss you too, not just sex but actually being with you. In your arms, hearing your voice turn to gravel just for me. Just hanging out, spending time together.”
Derrick growls lightly, and I know exactly how he feels. “Damn, Kitty Kat. I know you’re busy and I don’t want to take away from your work, but I need to be with you tonight. I need to touch you, feel you.”
Just his words already have me simmering and I need him just as much. “How soon can you get home after work?”
“As soon as this song ends, we’re wrapping up for the night,” Derrick says. “Leave the office, I’ll be home in less than an hour. Hey, Kat . . . wear that teddy and boy short set from the other night. I believe I promised to take them off with my teeth.”
I whimper at the thought, and remind myself, I gotta start packing a backpack for nights like this. “Fuck, Derrick. Yes you did. I’m gonna hold you to that promise. Oh, one other thing.”
“What’s that?”
“I’m dropping off my toothbrush too.”
“Damn right you are.”
Chapter 19
Derrick
It’s only thirty minutes later that I’m opening my front door, rushing to pick up my coffee cup from the table. Usually there’s a post-show meeting, but I bailed tonight with an excuse about having plans.
Susannah gave me the stink eye, but that seems to be her status quo lately. And it wasn’t a lie, I do have plans. Specifically, to slip that sexy lace right off of Kat’s body, slow and easy with my teeth, licking all along her skin as I do it.
I rush to the bathroom and give my teeth a quick brush, making love after spicy enchiladas for dinner is not a good idea, and just get my mouth rinsed when there’s a knock on the door and I grin, looking at myself in the mirror. The man who looks back is overjoyed, not just horny, and I know I’ve found a woman who could really be for me like Mom was for Dad.
Opening the front door, my stomach leaps as I see Kat standing there. There’s none of the elevated heels, none of the little pretentious pieces of armor she used at first to hide her worry and insecurity. Instead, there’s just a five foot two inch, honey blonde beautiful woman in sweatpants and a zipped-up jacket, her eyes sparkling as she looks up at me. “Well hello there lover. Wondered if you might have space to put me up for the night.”
“I can think of a space I can fill,” I joke, tugging her inside. She’s got a backpack over her shoulder, she did just like I asked and brought clothes for tomorrow too it looks like. “God I missed you.”
“I can tell,” Kat says, setting her bag down and half jumping into my arms. “I missed you too. How was work?”
“Susannah’s being kind of a tyrant, but I get it, I’m not exactly putting a hundred and ten percent into each show recently,” I admit, hugging her tight and nuzzling her neck. “I need a bit more practice at work-life balance, because I’ve found someone more important than my work.”
“Mmm . . .anyone I know?” she teases, her eyes glinting with delight.
I look up at her, deviling her back. “Oh, just my new pet . . . Kitty Kat.” I move back to her neck, nibbling at the soft skin, hoping I leave tiny marks to show she’s mine.
Kat purrs, “God that feels good. Really, Derrick. You make me feel special, worthy.” Her words light me up, knowing that she’s finally letting go of the chinks her life has left in her armor, she’s developed her own self-confidence. She’s always been worth so much more than she’s received, I didn’t change that, I just offered her what I could . . . all of me, and I’m proud that she’s giving herself back to me. I trace along her jawline with my tongue, finding her lips in a breathy kiss. Our kiss deepens as I carry her through my living room, but she pulls back, her eyes alight with naughty heat. “Not the bedroom . . . not yet. I want you to have dessert first. Take me to the kitchen.”