“You’re not going to get a parking ticket, are you?”
I stop and tug her close until she’s only a few inches from me. Sliding my hand through her hair again, I whisper, “If I do…worth it.”
Her cheeks pinken. Then a soft breath flutters past her lips. “Walk faster.”
Ten minutes later, after a few turns here and there in the neighborhood, we reach her home, a cute little white bungalow. The porch teems with potted plants and flowers, as well as pizza coupons and takeout menus stuffed behind the mailbox next to the doorway. She turns to me and says in a professional tone, “Thank you. For the drinks and the speed walking.”
Whoa.With her cool tone, she sounds like she’s done. I might have whiplash.
But then a wicked grin spreads on her bee-stung lips. “Just kidding. I’m not done with you,” she says as she unlocks the door then beckons me in.
“Good. Because I’m not done with you either, but for trying to fake me out I’m going to make sure you get all the innuendo you can handle,” I say in a low, domineering tone.
“Oh. So me being sassy gets me—”
I close the distance and crush her lips with mine. A hard, firm kiss that lasts five seconds. “You were saying?” I ask innocently.
She stammers anuhh.
Yes. Kissed speechless. That’s such a good look on her. I pull back, enjoying the view. She leans against the wall in her foyer, catching her breath. That pose shows off all her assets—the swell of her breasts in her tank top dress, her curvy hips, her strong legs.
Her parted lips too. She licks them and swallows. “As I was saying…moreinnuendo,” she murmurs.
A rumble works its way up my chest as I step closer. This time, I take my sweet time, my hand traveling along her arm, her skin soft and inviting.
Goose bumps rise in my wake. “Do you know what I’ve been thinking about?” I ask.
“What’s that, Drew?” Damn, my name sounds sexy on her lips.
I brush her hair off her shoulder, cataloging her reaction to my touch. The way she shivers. How she sways against me. The rush of breath on her lips. I bring my mouth to her ear and whisper, “What it would be like to kiss you…everywhere.”
“Oh God,” she gasps, but I catch a flicker of worry in her eyes that makes me pause.
“Think you’d like that?” I ask.
She’s quiet at first, then lets out a trembly breath. “Ithinkso.”
That doesn’t sound as certain as I’d like. “You good with everything? You need me to stop?”
She hisses, pushes her hands against my chest, and grabs the neck of my shirt. “Do. Not. Stop.”
Good. I don’t fucking want to at all.
“Sounds like you need more kissing, then,” I offer suggestively.
“I do.”
I grab hold of her hip. “Good. Because I need a whole lot more of your gorgeous mouth.”
My fingers roam up to her hair then rope through those thick blonde locks.
“Ahh,” she murmurs, her eyes floating closed, her lush mouth waiting for me. There you go. Brooke just needs a little savoring, some sexy devotion to her pleasure.
I pull her body against me, enjoying the warmth of her sun-kissed skin and the smell of sand, surf, and sunshine in her hair.
I dip my mouth to hers, clasping her face in my hands. When I nip her bottom lip, she gasps. It’s such an alluring sound.
I kiss her slowly, then tenderly. Then a little possessively. I travel across her lips, exploring, quickly learning her cues. She leans back against the wall, inviting me to crowd her, asking me to lead.