Page 59 of Last First Love
My lips curl up in a smirk. "Lily, our town is so tiny I bet I can make two texts and find out what color your panties are."
She flushes, that burst of pretty color that I love to see on her face. I love that she can't hide anything that she's feeling with me, even when it's not flattering. It keeps that deep sense of honesty between us, and I can't help but enjoy the utter realness of what's between us. Even now when I'm teasing her.
"Well let's see. He could have heard it from Joe, who heard it from his wife, Delilah." She counts through the six degrees of separation that she thinks most likely fueled me hearing about her job from Aaron.
I shrug. "He could have also heard it from Elliott. Or anybody, really. I'm willing to bet you that two thirds of the town already knows about your plans to pick up and go."
Her nose squinches up. "I haven't even told the realtor yet. Why would everyone in town already know what I'm thinking, when half the time, I feel like it's hard for me to figure out what I'm thinking myself?"
I pick up my phone and push a few buttons, pretending to read something on the screen. "White again?"
Her entire forehead wrinkles up this time. "White what?" Then she takes a look at my face and shakes her head. "You got some bad information there, Mr. Daniels."
She's close enough to me now that I can smell her, that hot heady scent of her long pretty hair and whatever soap or perfume she's wearing. I want to lean closer, bury my face at the place where her neck meets her shoulder and spend the rest of the night like that, wrapped around her. Maybe we could have that at least, one more night together before she’s out of my life for good.
"You’re telling me I'm wrong," I murmur to her, my voice dripping with promise and heat.
Pink blooms in her cheeks again. "You are wrong. I'm not wearing white today." She fiddles with her hands, shifts her weight from one leg to the other.
I wait, barely breathing for her to finish what she's hinting around about. I have never been so deeply concerned with the color of a woman's underwear before, but my mind flashes through all sorts of possibilities while I'm waiting for her to tell me more. Lace maybe. Or something slippery and satin. Pale pink or maybe a deep, jewel blue color.
The air between us hangs heavy as I let my eyes devour her, every inch of her, until I finally meet her gaze again.
Whatever she sees written all over my face is enough to make her shudder. She closes her eyes against the look I'm giving her. I'm sure I can guess what she sees when she looked at me just now.
Lust. The deep, hungry lust of a man who knows he won't get to be with her again because he's an idiot, but not an asshole.
If I'm going down in flames for this, I'm certainly going to take her with me. I let my hand drift to the soft skin of her face, pull gently on her chin until she's at the exact angle I've been imagining.
I move until we're only a whisper apart. Her breaths are fast and shallow, and I know she feels this heat between us too. She wants me. At least that’s still there between us.
"Tell me," I murmur, my mouth so close to hers that we could kiss. If she'd just close that last inch, we'd fuse ourselves together and go up in flames.
She pulls from my grasp and licks her lips again, and I make a rough noise in the back of my throat that makes her go still. She can hear my desperation, my need. Because I’ve been lying in wait for her, burning to sink my teeth into all of her soft, pretty flesh.
She stands up straight and pins me with a look that would bring any man to his knees. And under these circumstances, my heart laid bare and bleeding and all wrapped up in this heavy fog of lust, I sink to the ground to worship her.
"I could tell you all about them." She pauses, clearly delighting in the sight of me on my knees before her. "But I'd rather show you."
Lily
Almost before the words leave my mouth, he's back up on his feet and pressed hard against me, flattening me against the nearest wall and pressing his very erect cock against me, grinding and rubbing like it's been weeks.
Well, it has been weeks. I've been lonely, waiting for him to come and find me, to talk me into being with him the way he'd wanted before. And finally tonight, I realized I don't have to sit around and wait for him to come to me. I'm perfectly capable of going where I please and taking what I want from him. And I'm not going to let the way that other people may feel about it change what I choose to do any more.
He slides his tongue against mine in a very adept imitation of the last time he had his tongue on me, between my legs where my pulse is throbbing now. The memory of it alone is enough to make me shudder against his onslaught. But I knew even before I came here that I never stood a chance of resisting him. Not when he's completely lost control like this.
I sigh against him and create some more friction between us, my hips thrusting against his hardness as I meet his movements stroke for stroke.
He pulls away from my mouth and swears, then grips my hair in one hand and starts placing slow, sucking kisses along the curve of my neck. Another reminder of what he did to me that one night we had together. The recollection is enough to make me frantic to take all of his clothes off, all of my clothes off, and see what other hot memories we can make together tonight.
"Ken, I want you. I need to feel you inside me." The words leave me heated and blushing again, but I'm feeling anything but shy as I reach for the waistband of his pants and accidentally on purpose get a handful of Daniels Junior.
Holy crap. He’s bigger than I remembered, and I’ve spent a lot of time remembering our one night together.
I can't believe we spent the night together and I never got to put be up close and personal with this work of art that resides in his lap. Suddenly, I understand why K.T. made a speech about needing a statue made of her fiancé’s best parts, because I fully believe that everyone should get some firsthand experience with the wonder that is Ken Daniels' cock.
I pause, momentarily torn. I'm not really a blowjob girl, continually put off by them because of all the awkwardness of putting my mouth on a man's penis and pretending like I enjoy it, but with a quick few strokes through Daniels' gray sweatpants, I can tell that kissing and tasting this particular cock would only make me hot, not bothered.
