Page 8 of Pining for Dad's Friend On Halloween
I get to the bottom step and, as if on cue, the candle’s final flame goesout.
“Is this more Halloween than it was before?” Davidasks.
“Hm,” I whisper, sliding my fingers along the wall. “Yes.”
“Do you likeit?”
I feel his hand come to lie gently on my hip. I feel my breathing slow at the feeling. It feels like there’s a direct line from his fingertips to between my legs, making sweet, tingling warmth floodme.
“I’m sorry,” he says, but doesn’t pull his hand away. I don’t let him. I place my hand over his, our fingers tanglingsoftly.
“That’s okay. I need you to help guideme.”
Oh my goodness. Did I just say that out loud? His hand is on me. On my hip. I don’t know how this is happening, his open, playful demeanor as fully on display as it ever has been, but now he’stouchingme in a playful way. Making me hot all over, making a sweeping rush of adrenaline pump through me as my clit aches and burns forhim.
My legs are like jelly. My heart is slamming inside my chest. My brain isbuzzing.
“Want me to get my phone out?” herasps.
“No!” I yelp. The last thing I want is for this moment to end. “No. Sorry. I think I…stepped into aspiderweb.”
“Let me see.” He turns me around and grabs something from his pocket. He pulls out a lighter and dips it into the candle, re-lighting the three wicks. I look up at his beautifully handsome face and gape at him, my eyebrows pinching in thecenter.
“Hey!” I say, swatting his chest. I nearly melt under the smooth, soft feeling of his shirt against my fingers. “You had that the whole time? What else are you holding out onme?”
Wrong question to ask if I want to keep my rational decision-making functions workingproperly.
“Nothing,” he says, his eyes suddenly growing cold. He look me up and down, his lips pulled into a tight line. “Nothing. I’msorry.”
He starts to pull his hand away from my hip, but I grab it back. His eyes graze down my body, his eyes drinking meup.
“Don’t be sorry,” I say. I slide my hand up his shirt and fist it in my fingers as I bite my lowerlip.
“We shouldn’t do this, B,” he says, his voice coming out in a raspy whisper. His hand digs against my hip, his fingers conforming to the curve of my ass as he slides it down and pulls me against his big, hardbody.
“I know,” I say, a smile fluttering against the corners of mylips.
And then, suddenly, his lips are onmine.
