Page 32 of Love Unavoidable
“Can I talk to you about something?” she asks.
“Of course,” I say. And oddly, even though I’m usually not one to talk with the women I bring home, I am okay with her talking to me about pretty much anything.
Except maybe her ex.
“So, Aaron came to see me this morning,” she says. “Is it weird if I talk about him?”
“Not yet,” I say with a forced smile, grateful that she can’t see my face and the lie that is surely written all over it.
“He and my mom are both so convinced I’m going back to him. And that’s not even remotely on my radar. They say I just got a case of cold feet. I know I keep hurting him every time I tell him it will not happen, but he won’t hear it.”
I nod and wait to see if she continues.
“It’s just, I feel nothing when I look at him. No love, no empathy, no remnants of desire. Shouldn’t Ifeelsomething when I’m with him or when I see him?”
“I’m not sure I’m the right person to talk to about this.”
“I know. You’re right. But somehow, I am so comfortable with you, like I can talk to you about anything. And Tenley isn’t here, and Aaron was crying, and maybe I need to hear myself talk out loud to get clarity.”
Just what every man wants to hear, that a woman feels comfortable enough with him to solicit advice about her ex.
“I trust you. I barely know you, but I know that I trust you.”
“Probably good, seeing as you’re staying at my house and all.” I smile.
“Well, and because we were leaving the wedding last night to go home together. Am I right?” she asks.
My cock twitches at the thought of fucking her.
Down, boy.
“That you are,” I confirm. “I’m happy you are okay. And I’m sorry you were hurt. But I’m also damn disappointed we didn’t get to start what we intended to last night.” I lean down and run my nose across her cheek, using my chin to push her hair back over her shoulder so I can nuzzle her neck and breathe her in.
She tilts her head to give me more access and I kiss the spot just behind her ear.
“Mmm,” she says. Then, much to my disappointment, leaves my embrace to set her water glass down on the table next to us. Which I quickly get over when she sits all the way up and turns to straddle me, her knees bracketing my hips.
“Well, hi there,” I say, smiling big.
“Hi,” she says smiling back.
“I like this new seating arrangement,” I tell her, setting my glass down and running my hands up her thighs, my cock already hard.
She rolls her hips in slightly. “Me too,” she says. I squeeze her thighs as my thumbs near her center, heat pulsating forward the closer I get.
She moans. “Feels so good.”
If I keep this up, I am going to find my fingers working their way down her pants, so I move them around to grab her ass, one beautiful globe in each palm, and squeeze. Perfectly sized for my hands. I pull her toward me and rotate my hips up, pressing my hard cock against her core. I could come in my pants if I keep this up and I haven’t even kissed her yet.
Fuck me.
“This perfect peach of an ass will be the death of me, gorgeous.” I bury my head back in her neck and nibble lightly. I want to kiss her. Hell, I want to pull her down, strip her clothes off and fuck her until she can no longer walk.
Slow it down, E.
I want to bite her, suck on her, mark her so that everyone she meets knows she is spoken for.
Especially Aaron.
