Page 13 of Last First Love
"Lily," I breathe her name out like a prayer against her neck. Then I lick her sweet skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps in my wake. "Please tell me this is what you want."
We're close enough that I can feel her breathing, the sharp movements of her panting, then taking in a deep enough breath to answer me. I can hear the sound her tongue makes when she wets her lips, and it's almost enough to drive another groan out of me. Because I want her mouth, her wetness. All of it. I'm not going to be satisfied with anything less.
I'm drowning in this feeling, this urgent desire to claim her, to make her want me as much as I want her. And believe me, I'm going to pull out every single trick I know in order to give her as much pleasure as possible once I finally get her undressed and underneath me where she belongs. But I can't shake my fears that maybe she isn't actually that into me.
Maybe she's only going along with this because I'm a flirt and not bad looking, if I do say so myself. Or maybe she's into it but only because of her brother's disapproval, which seems like it's making her hot for me somehow.
Okay, I needed to stop thinking about Elliott like five minutes ago. Well before I started making out with his beautiful little sister.
Well, whatever it is that's driving that train of thought for her, count me the fuck in. I want to enjoy all of her spread out before me like a delicious banquet. And then I want to do things to her that turn her inside out, making her come until there's a fucking river soaking the bed beneath her. The thought alone is enough to make my cock twitch.
"Lily," I hiss out again, tracing the line of her neck with my teeth and swirling my tongue around her earlobe, then biting down. "Say it."
She cries out then, wordless, but she leans directly into me and moves against my aching cock. Hell yes. She definitely wants me, and I cannot wait to get her panties on the floor.
I pull away from her and her eyes flash open, dark and sparkling. I stroke the curve of her cheek with two fingers, as gently as I can.
And then her stomach howls again and I pause, startled. How had I already forgotten that she was hungry? I guess because I was a bit preoccupied by being this close to a woman like her, her lips, her tits, and her fucking amazing hips. I was more than ready to climb on her right now, and here she was practically starving to death while I mauled her at the bar.
Her cheeks go pink again, making my pulse race. "Damn it. You need to eat something. Where the heck is K.T.? Or did you want something that's not a burger and fries?"
Her eyes skip to the kitchen door, and it bangs wide open to reveal K.T. with a very shady looking smile on her face holding a big burger with a small mountain of fries next to it.
"She'd better want this burger and fries, otherwise you're going to eat it. And I know that's not what you're hungry for, Daniels." K.T. gives me a thin, sharp looking smile that makes me shiver. Why do I get the feeling that she's been lurking in the kitchen just long enough for me and Lily to make out like it's the last dance on prom night?
Maybe K.T. is a closet romantic. Or maybe the news about Abernathy and Darcy's engagement has spurred her into matchmaking mode. I am one hundred and ten percent confident that she was listening to every single word that Elliott laid out during our man-to-man talk, and maybe this is her way of sticking it to him. Or me, for that matter.
Because she had to have heard him threaten my life if I let any of the guys touch his little sister. And for purposes of staying away from his little sister, I am one of the guys. He definitely doesn't want me making sex eyes at Lily and thinking about her mouth in the unrepentant way that I am.
K.T. plunks the heavy plate down on the bar. Lily sighs, her eyes glazing over with what looks suspiciously like lust at the sight of the mega Riddles burger. But then her eyes flick over to me and she's back to chewing on her lip. "Um, maybe I can take it to go?"
I can see by her face that the entire dynamic has changed between us. It's definitely not lust that's making her voice come out all breathy. I've heard what her voice sounds like when she's all tied up in knots and ready to hand me her panties, and this is not that sound.
If I didn't know better, I'd think it was fear making her voice go soft and breathy. I look around the room, but Elliott's nowhere to be seen. Riddles is empty except for me, K.T., Lily, and the mega burger with her name on it. Nothing to be worried about here, unless she's having second thoughts again about asking me to kiss her.
Crap. Did I do it wrong? I would have sworn I was a decent kisser at least. I mean, good enough at it not to scare the other person away. I raise my hand and cup it around my mouth, then puff into it, trying to check my breath. Okay, a little burger and beer-ish, but I didn't eat anything terribly off putting.
K.T. catches me awkwardly trying to check my own breath out and huffs out a sigh, rolling her eyes so hard that I'm half afraid she's going to hurt herself. "I'm not packing up your lunch, Lily. You live at least fifteen minutes away, and people in Michigan were calling to complain about all the noise your stomach was making. Sit down and eat. You're hungry."
Lily's face goes beet red. She's blinking quickly, and if I didn't know better, I'd think she was about to cry.
Shit, what is going on here? Have I kissed her so badly that I made her cry? Is she so hungry that she's going to cry? Why are women so freaking complicated and full of feelings?
I stand up and give her a little space. Lily visibly relaxes as I move away from her, and I'm not going to lie, it sucks.
Let's recap. The hottest woman I've been around lately was almost certainly giving me flirty eyes at the photo shoot. I mean, I did have my shirt off and was showing off some of the best parts of my body. And then she arrives here, right after I've been threatened by my best friend to stay the hell away from her upon pain of death, and she asks me to kiss her. And then we kissed. Cue fireworks, my best efforts at melting off her panties, and a driving desire for me to take off her clothing and check out her naked parts.
That did all really happen, didn't it? So why does she look like she might cry or run out of the bar right now? It's definitely got to be something about me.
She sits, but she won't look at me. Instead she's staring at the burger and fries like they hold the answers to whatever questions are floating around in her mind, and she's steadfastly ignoring me. Like I made a bad joke or something, instead of giving her my best flirting.
Crap. Maybe Abernathy is right and I really can't tell when someone is into me. Maybe I got all carried away because I'm completely into Lily, and so I forced her into this awkward situation where she didn't actually want to kiss me other than maybe out of curiosity. And then it was somehow terrible and she can’t come up with a good way to get herself out of the situation.
Well, the least I can do is give her an out. I sigh and shove my hand through my hair. "Maybe I should go. I don't want to come between you and your burger there."
At that, she finally looks at me. There's definitely something very wrong here. Her eyes are wet with heavy, unshed tears and her face is pale now.
K.T. shrugs and saunters back toward her office. "Guess I'd better go take care of some paperwork in my office. I'll be down the hall if you two want to talk about something important before Daniels chickens out and makes a break for it."
