Page 57 of Mr. Big Mistake
I swallowed hard. “Maybe a bit.”
He grinned. “I know you do, you cheeky girl.”
I felt my face flush. “Can I say something without judgment?”
He dipped his finger into the cream. “Of course.”
“Is there any reason why we can’t still, you know?”
He smoothed the cream against my lips. “Act like I don’t know.”
I whimpered. “Brenden.”
He slipped his finger inside my mouth. “Act. Like I don’t know, Kelly.”
I licked the cream off his finger. “Is there any reason why we can’t still go through with our plan?”
“Oh, I thought you’d never ask.”
His finger fell from my mouth, and his lips crashed against mine. It was hot and searing. It stopped my heart and started it all at once. I raked my hands through his hair. He gripped my hips, hoisting me onto the kitchen counter. And as my legs spread for him, his arms cloaked my back.
Pulling me closer as his tongue danced wondrously against the roof of my mouth.
“Oh, shit,” I moaned.
He growled down the back of my throat before fisting my skirt.
“Brenden,” I breathed.
“Up we go,” he whispered.
My arms raised, and he slid my dress over my head. My body bared it all for him, including the lingerie I had picked out for tonight. He stood back, surveying my flushed body while his dark eyes lingered along the white lacy fabric. The push-up bra forced my tits together, and the peekaboo panties held my stockings up with clips, accenting how long my legs really were in person.
“Oh, you naughty girl,” he growled.
“You like?” I asked.
His eyes snapped up to mine. “You went into my bedroom and found my wedding gift to you.”
“I… may have done a little snooping.”
“And you’re going to pay for that in as many orgasms as I wish to give you.”
I reached for him. “Bring it on, handsome.”
“Don’t mind if I do.”
I gripped his shirt and pulled him back to me, our lips crashing together with ecstatic delight. His hands were all over me, caressing me, and massaging me. Exploring my body and the length of my limbs. My head fell back as he kissed my neck. He sucked a patch of skin between his teeth at my pulse point, pulling an involuntary moan from the back of my throat.
Then, he scooped me into his arms.
“Oh!” I squealed.
“You’re coming with me,” he commanded.
I kissed his shoulder. “Take me anywhere you wish.”
A few minutes later, he tossed me onto his bed. I bounced and giggled, watching as he undressed for me. His lean muscles came into view, chiseled and untamed. Yet, there was a softness to them I couldn't ignore. A kind of calm and casual look to them that made me feel comfortable, even in the presence of exploring something unknown.
