I trace the pattern of her lips, savoring the fullness of her bottom lip and the delicate bow shape of her top lip. They part like magic for me, like tracing the pattern was the secret to unlocking darker mysterious depths.
Hell, yes, I seriously want to explore those depths.
I test the waters by thrusting my tongue through the seam of her lips. Gently. It’s a gentle thrust, not an intrusive, take my tongue motion. In response, Lu-Anne whimpers into my mouth. Her hands wrap around my shoulders and dig into my back, and I wrap my hands around her waist. She has on this long dress, but it’s soft and form-fitting. With a huge amount of self-restraint, I keep my hands at her waist level. I don’t let them travel up to her breasts or down to her bottom. Instead, I let my kiss do all the touching and feeling for me since I’m not sure where or how far she wants to take this.
I’m not sure either of us knows because it’s not like we planned it.
She’s delicious. Her mouth is delicious. Her tongue is soft, alive, and on fire. I stroke it hard with mine, savoring her responsiveness to the dance we’re doing. She’s everything amazing I’ve never tasted before. I’ve obviously had more experience than just kissing, but I have to say, I’ve never had a kiss like this. I’ve never felt anything like this.
She curls against me, parting her legs to rub against my thigh just a little. Parts of her hit parts of me. Hard parts. Parts that not even my jeans can fully contain.
This time, I’m the one groaning into her mouth.
Suddenly, Lu-Anne rips away from me so fast that our mouths make a strange suction sort of sound, which I nearly laugh at until I hear her gasp. No, it’s not a good gasp. She slaps a hand over her mouth and stares at me in wide-eyed shock.
“Sorry…” I take a step back. “I—yeah. I didn’t mean to…” Touch you with my extremely hard erection? No, that wouldn’t sound right. I am sorry, though. I couldn’t control my body’s reaction to her, but she’s definitely spooked after feeling it press up against her. I had no plans of unleashing it, and now I feel my face heating up because I can see her blush spreading up her neck and blossoming over her face.
“No, that’s okay. I mean—I, err—uh…”
“I’m not sorry about the kiss. Just to be clear, I really liked the kiss. It was beyond amazing, actually. I’m just sorry it didn’t stay just a kiss. I—that wasn’t intentional. I’m not like that. I promise.”
“Y-yeah,” she stammers. “I know. I mean—yeah. I know. I just…” Her hand hovers in front of her mouth like her lips are burning. “I should go. That wasn’t—it was nice, but it—I can’t do this.”
My heart lurches hard, slamming up against my ribs. “You’re not single?”
“No, I’m single!” She stares me down. “Of course, I’m single! You think I would be here if I weren’t single? No. No, wait. That’s not right. I mean, I’m single. If I weren’t, I wouldn’t have—ugh, I don’t know what I would or wouldn’t have done. The pie was supposed to be neighborly. It wasn’t supposed to be more than that.”
“I’m sorry then if things got out of hand.”
“Are you?”
“Of course. Thank you for the pie. We can forget the rest ever happened.” Impossible. I can’t just forget that kiss happened. I know I’ll probably spend long, sleepless nights thinking about it. Even working out with the renovations and other construction probably won’t help.
“It’s just that I don’t even know you.”
“Right. You said that. I can at least assure you that I’m not a member of any underground organization.”
“Great.” She pastes on a smile that is more brave and fake than genuine. “I’m glad that’s cleared up. I’m sorry again for ever thinking anything so ridiculous. Please accept the pie as my apology.”
“I’ll do that.”
“And if you want to be neighborly, don’t be afraid to come over.” She grounds it out like it’s the last thing she means.
“Did you ever kill that spider?” I figure it’s a neighborly thing to ask.
“No.” Lu-Anne gulps. “I didn’t. Thank goodness I haven’t woken up with any new bites. He’s in hiding somewhere. I’m sure he’ll poke his head up again in a few days. Or I’ll wake up with a horrendous, itchy welt on me that I just know will be his calling card. I can’t protect myself from him when I’m asleep.”
My first instinct is to joke about going over there and protecting her while she’s sleeping, but it sounds suggestive, even to me. My dick is still kind of ruling my brain at the moment. I think common sense actually needs blood like the brain needs blood to function properly, and right now, I’m sure there isn’t much blood to give the good ol’ brain.