Page 72 of At First Smile
“Or bring her.” My entire body relaxes. “It will give us a chance to get to know each other’s friends. Plus, if JoJo is as big a fan of Wes as you say, I could use the brownie points. She may be my ally in the battle to win Trina over and steal you away from GB. Did I mention GB farts in his sleep?”
“How dare you, sir! Not my GB!” She howls with laughter.
His head pops up at Pen’s guffaws and I swear he glares at me with a “Pistols at dawn for defaming me in front of my lady” expression.
I offer him an unapologetic grin.Sorry boy, but she’s mine.
“I’ll talk to JoJo tomorrow at work. I’m sure she’d be down to come on our date with us and meet Wes. You know the book we listened to on the plane was narrated by Wes?”
“That explains why I found the whiny emo vampire annoying as fuck.”
She spoons up a bite. “Oh hush, youlovedit. You know you were shipping Lars the Ruthless and Jamie extra hard.”
“I am partial to the undeserving brute somehow winning the heart of the good girl.” Leaning over, I capture her mouth. The cool sweetness of vanilla bean and chocolate coat our deepening kisses.
“Rowan…” She pulls away and clamps her hands on my face. “…stop saying you’re undeserving. Don’t put me on a pedestal. It’s not fair to me or you. I’m just as flawed. I’m going to say and do the wrong things, too. Let’s do each of us a favor and agree that we both deserve to be happy.”
I answer her request with another brush of my lips. Threading my fingers into her hair, I take her mouth in a slow, hungry kiss. Her fingers curl into my shirt. My hands roam across her body, and my mouth soon follows. With quick nips and lingering sucks, I trail down her neck, over her collarbone, and to the swell of her breasts.
“Rowan,” she rasps, head tossed back to give my mouth greater access for my slow assault back up her throat to her lips.
“We should stop. I promised you slow.” My mouth hovers scant inches from hers. “I should probably go. Tell me to stop.”
“Do you want to?”
“No.”
“Then don’t.” She slips from her seat and settles on top of my lap. Dress riding up her thighs, she straddles me.
“Fuck,” I groan at the sensation of her pussy against my hardening cock. Even through the layers of denim and her panties, I can feel her damp heat.
“You said for me to set the pace,” she murmurs, a huskiness to her voice.
Stare locked with mine, she slides the dress straps off her shoulders and tugs the fabric down to her waist. Taut peaks poke through the sheer lace of her bra. Her ample breasts are pushed up and overflow from the strapless bra’s cups. Unclasping the bra, she removes it, placing it on the counter.
Long auburn strands of her hair kiss her bare skin. Her plump breasts rise and fall with shallow breaths.
Placing her hands on mine, she guides them to her. “Touch me, Rowan.”
“Pen,” I breathe, cupping her. “You’re so pretty, luv.”
A gentle shiver shudders over her as I lightly tweak her pink nipples. Rolling and pinching one hard bud, I take the other with my mouth, sucking, flicking, and nipping. Her needy whimpers and arching body spur me on. Alternating between both breasts, all my senses feast on her. The taste of her skin. The scent of her arousal. The feel of her heated core rubbing against my erection. The sounds of her breathy moans. The sight of her coming undone.
Her hands slip beneath my shirt, pulling it over my head. Despite the headiness of the moment, she deposits the shirt atop her bra on the counter. “Tripping hazard,” she pants between kisses. “My room…is upstairs.”
“I can’t wait that long.” Dragging my mouth up her neck, my hands grip her waist and hoist her onto the counter.
“Aren’t we eager?”
“I’m starving for you.”
Pushing aside the bowl, clothes, and stools, I stand between her thighs and pull her to the counter’s edge. With a wicked grin, I grab the waistband of her panties and ease them down her legs. The lacy underwear is tossed atop the other discarded clothes accumulating on the counter. I open her wide and bunch the skirt at her middle.
“Look at this pretty little pussy.” I run a finger down her slick center.
“I have a condom.” Panting, she pulls out a foiled packet from her dress’s pocket.
Eyebrow arched, I rub slow circles against her clit. “Place it on the counter, luv. I want to take my time with you.”
