Page 5 of Last First Love
She turns as red as if I'd lit her on fire. But what's the matter now? I'm not saying anything even remotely dirty to her, even though I'd really, really like to.
There's no denying that she's grown into a living, breathing version of my own wet dreams. Her breasts alone are the kind of lush curves that my dreams are made of. She's definitely got more than a handful of gorgeous, succulent flesh there, made especially for a man like me to kiss, lick, and worship. And I'd love to trace the shape of her waist, feel those thick, creamy thighs clasp around my face.
I'll bet she tastes amazing.
And then Elliott gives me an elbow to the ribs, taking my mind off the filthy thoughts I've been enjoying about Lily again. Oops.
"I'm here to take Lily to lunch. I'd invite you to come with us but you're not really dressed." His lips curl up into a smile. "I feel like I should shove a dollar bill in your pants or something."
I laugh. Good, he's definitely not a mind reader, because he would have definitely killed me already for the way I was just fantasizing about going down on his baby sister, roomful of witnesses or no. "I guess you could. You know, for old time's sake." I waggle my crotch at him, giving him a few of my best stripper moves.
"Oh, Daniels. You're such a hot mess. I can't believe any woman on earth even looks twice at you." He snorts, but then reaches into his pocket and pulls out a dollar bill, shaking it at me.
"My man," I say and strut over toward him, rolling my hips and pretending to pinch my own nipples. But my eyes are fixed on the woman beside him. I can't seem to stop flirting with Lily, even though she won't even meet my eyes right now. Does she not like what I have to offer? Because that's ridiculous.
I know damn well what I look like, and I work hard every single day of my life to get here. There's no way she's not interested. I saw her face earlier too when she didn't know that I was watching, that soft look of eagerness in her eyes, the way she wet her lips before she spoke to me.
I know all the signs. Look, I'm a playboy. I've gone out of my way to chase women my entire life and I know all the different ways that they show interest--that hair toss move, the nervous fiddling with clothing, and, my favorite, the sexy flush of arousal on her face or neck.
And I've been watching Lily blush as hot as if she had a sunburn, off and on for this entire photo shoot. She's definitely turned on by me, and all I want is to see is more. All of her body, flushed and excited, bared to my eyes.
Elliott takes the dollar and shoves it down the front of my pants a little more roughly than is probably called for under the circumstances. Guess he isn't quite so oblivious to the way I've been eyeing his sister after all. Well, hopefully he won't notice the partial I've been sporting due to her unbelievable sexiness.
Lily turns her entire body away to the side, facing squarely away from my dirty dance moves. I'm not going to make her look at me right now, but if we were alone, I'd grab her chin and make her give her attention to exactly what I can do with my body.
And then I'd kiss her, and not gently either. I'd possess her mouth, press myself into her so she could feel every single bit of what she does to me. I want her to go crazy, to burn to touch me the same way that I am dying to touch all of her too.
But wait, I'm supposed to be making a joke with her freaking older brother. My best friend Elliott, my very best bro since our high school days, even if our jobs and lives keeps us a little busy and apart anymore. Okay, time to focus on something other than how desperate I am to bang his little sister.
He's still staring at me, but his eyes have gone hard and unfriendly this time. Well, shit. Maybe he can read thoughts after all. "I can join you, if you're willing. Heck, I'll even put on a shirt." I flash him another smile and head toward the changing room. I wave at him and move as quickly but inconspicuously as possible to clean up and get dressed.
Because if there's even a small chance I get to spend some more time with Lily right now, I'm definitely going to grab it. Even if it means having to make my move right in front of her overprotective brother.
I sigh hard as I pull my t-shirt on. There's no way on earth that Elliott isn't going to kill me if I touch his sister. Hell, if he knew even half of what I’m thinking about her, he'd more likely than not kill me right now with his bare hands.
If I were a smart man, I'd hit the brakes on my obsession with Lily right now. I can't envision a scenario where doing even half of what I want to do with her doesn't result in him breaking my legs, my arms, and then my face. But I can't help who I am and how I feel.
Maybe, just maybe, he'll be willing to write it off as harmless flirting. Everybody knows I'm a shameless flirt, completely over the top when it comes to any and all available women. Elliott is always trying to talk me down from chasing after women every time we go out. Everyone knows I’m all talk and no action.
So maybe I can still win her over, but do it on the sly. Make it out like she's just another flirting target but actually get close to her too. I already like what I see, and I'm willing to bet she's hot as hell in bed. Those shy type of girls always are, once I talk them out of their panties.
Unfortunately, my lascivious thoughts about Lily being an absolute wildcat in bed have now given me a mega boner. I need to clear my mind quickly so I can get back into my jeans and catch up with them before they leave for lunch. Innocently, of course. Definitely not like I'm trying to make some moves on Elliott's little sister.
Thinking about Elliott seems to be working on the boner front at least. I keep imagining him punching me in the face and knocking a few of my teeth out, and that's doing wonders to squash my out of control libido.
Crap. He's really going to kill me.
Thomas Abernathy walks in and nudges me with his shoulder, then sees I'm still a little undressed and at half-mast and carefully averts his eyes and faces away from me.
"Come on Daniels. Can't you put that thing away and get in your fucking pants?"
I shrug. "I've got a lot of ammunition in this weapon of mine. Hanging around with that sex bomb photographer means it's going to take a little while to unload. So how about you quit looking at my dick, you pervert."
I can practically hear him roll his eyes. Ha, point to Daniels. "Don't talk about your dick like it's a weapon ever again. Also, I have a serious question to ask you if you'd ever put that business of yours away."
I manage to zip up and finish arranging my clothes, then turn to face him. "Hey, congratulations man. You're lucky as hell that Darcy ever looked twice at you, let alone agreed to marry your chump ass."
He nods once, a slow smile spreading across his face. "Don't I know it. She's fucking incredible." He shakes his head. "Okay, serious talk. I want you to be my best man."
