Page 12 of Last First Love
Daniels looks me over slowly from head to toe, then drags his eyes lazily up my body again until they latch onto mine. "Is that so? Well then, whose thumb are you looking to be under? Because I've been told I'm good with my thumb and the rest of my fingers too, if you're interested." He raises his long-fingered hand between us and puts his fingers out in what is clearly an imitation of some grade A finger fucking—his index and middle fingers slightly curled, then his thumb working in little circles above them.
Oh my good Lord. He's both disgusting and yet making my mind flood with visions of his hands all over me. Specifically, dipping inside me, bringing me to climax quickly and then pulling me back under for another round.
I shake my head to clear those lusty thoughts from my mind. "You're being ridiculous. Besides, what exactly are you worried about him catching you doing? As far as I can tell, you're standing a little too close to me and trying to get me to look at your dick. Again. That's hardly an actionable offense."
A naughty smile curls up the corners of his mouth. "Oh? Are you suggesting that my dick isn't actionable?"
I blink at him a couple of times, letting the silence draw out heavily between us. Then my eyes slide down to rest in his lap. I give a very small, barely there shrug. "Your words, Mister Firefighter. And I'm pretty sure you're the expert on your own dick."
He sucks in a sharp breath. "Damn it, Lily. You're driving me crazy with that mouth of yours."
“This mouth?” I let the words slip out all innocence and cotton candy, but then I take a deep breath and go for it. I slide my index finger around my lips, rubbing the glossy finish all over my finger, then slip it into my mouth and meet his gaze from beneath my lashes. And then I lick my fingertip slowly, pulling my wet finger from my mouth and letting it run down my body until it rests just above one of my nipples.
Daniels looks like he's been bludgeoned again. I want to laugh, but I'm also so freaking turned on and hangry right now that I'm afraid it would more likely than not end in actual hysterics. Instead, I take a moment to wait for that hazy look in his eyes to clear, for him to focus on my face again, not my naughty hand or my naughtier mouth.
"Lily," he breathes the word out as he moves closer to me.
I pause, as still as stone as he eases his body ever closer to mine. I can feel the heat from him now, and it's sending tingles all over every single inch of my exposed skin. Is he going to kiss me? Is Ken freaking Daniels finally going to put me out of my hormone riddled agony and finally seal his lips against mine?
"What is it?" I manage to say, despite the thrumming of my pulse in my ears. My heart is racing, banging against my ribs. If he could hear my stomach, I'm fairly certain he can hear the way my heart is thumping right now. And yet, I manage to keep my voice bland, as if we were discussing the weather and not whether we should finally kiss.
"I can't do this. Elliott told me he'd kill me if I let anyone touch you, and you know how he is. He would probably end me right now if he knew I was here talking to you like this." His frown slides into a look of defeat.
I shrug. "Everyone knows you don't mean it anyway. It's not like I'm your type." The words hurt leaving my mouth. Now there's too much of the truth out there between us, and we can’t keep acting like we’re playing a harmless little flirting game with each other at the bar in Riddles.
He scoffs. "Not my type? You're out of your freaking mind." He stands then, presses himself against me, and if I had any doubts about whether the sex appeal of Ken Daniels was perhaps exaggerated due to my leftover teenage infatuation, those thoughts are immediately burned away by the very heavy weight of his impressively long, thick erection between us.
He leans down until he's right on top of me, his mouth barely inches from my ear. "You're driving me absolutely wild, Lily. It's taking all of my self-control not to drag you out of here and do every wicked thing I've ever thought of to you, and right now, it's only because I'm trying to keep my word to your brother on this issue."
His hot breath caresses my ear, but I feel his words all over my skin. "I'm aching to touch you, to kiss you. You're like a living, breathing version of every sexy dream I've ever had. But I promised Elliott I'd keep the guys away from you."
I take in a shuddering breath. He's crowding me, towering over me. I've never felt so small before and I love it. "Let me clear this up for you. My brother's not in charge of who or what I do. I am. And I want you to kiss me."
I lift my head until I meet his bright glittering gaze again. "Right fucking now."
Daniels
In that split second before our lips meet, there's a part of me that tells me that this is more likely than not a terrible idea and I'd really better stop before I end up murdered by Elliott, the guy who has been my best friend for most of my life.
But then my mouth is on hers and I have zero regrets, other than the niggling worry that we're in public and therefore not going to be able to get naked and take this where we so obviously ought to be heading. As quickly as possible.
Lily's mouth is soft. All of her best parts are unbelievably soft. She tastes like mint against my lips, and I can’t believe I’m actually kissing her like this. I lift my hands to the long curtain of her hair and feel it slide smoothly against my hand. Then, I wind my fingers through it and pull her closer by pulling just so on her hair, and she makes a hot, needy sound in her throat that I can only assume is a yes.
To make sure, I bite her plush lips. She responds by pressing up against me, hot and curvy in all the best ways, and I make a rough moaning sound at the feel of her against me that definitely means yes,hell yes, and please let me take your clothes off immediately.
No, I'm doing this all wrong. I'm leading with my overly enthusiastic dick instead of my brain. And while that may be good enough for most girls, Lily deserves better than that from me. Filthy mouth or no, I know she's shy. Every single time I laid one of my trashy pick up lines on her, her face turned as red as if she had a sunburn. I owe it to her to take this slow, so despite every single inch of my body screaming out the word "yes" at full volume, I have to slow this down.
I pull away from her and pause, searching her eyes to make sure she is still giving me the go ahead. Her forehead wrinkles up and she pulls her swollen, kiss-roughened lips in a little pout, dropping her eyes. Then she finally asks just above a whisper, "Why are you stopping?" Her voice is rough at the edges, and my God, how I want her.
She's been hurt before. I can read it written plainly all over her pretty face right now, and all I want to do is kiss her and make it all better. Preferably starting right between her thighs, but I'm willing to take this as slow as she needs me to.
I take a deep breath. "You sure you're okay with this? I don't mean to rush you into anything, but you're making me crazy here."
Her eyes clash with mine. "I thought you were the one who was stopping. This." She gestures to the small bit of space I've put between our two bodies. "I thought maybe you'd changed your mind, and you didn't want to kiss me anymore."
A short laugh spills from my mouth. "I definitely am not changing my mind about kissing you." I swallow roughly, trying to keep my enthusiasm in check. "I'm not stopping unless you want me to. Not now that I've finally tasted you." I pull her up against me and run my lips along her hairline before pulling away to look at her again.
Her lips part, and her eyes light up with interest. At least I hope to hell it's interest. Because all the parts of me are oh so very interested in every single inch of her. I can't help myself, so I grind my hardness against her again. We fit together perfectly, like we were made to be rubbing up against each other in the early afternoon dead time at Riddles.
