Page 6 of Pining for Porter
Monroe picks out a short wine-red fit and flare dress in a jersey material that hugs my curves, and a little black leather jacket to handle the late October weather. When Porter picks me up for our date, the heat of his gaze as he does a slow perusal of my body makes the jacket completely unnecessary.
We walk hand in hand toMing's Noodlesand spend the next two hours getting to know each other. Dinner is everything I hoped it would be, but all I can think about is kissing him again. I take a sip of my drink, laughing nervously as Porter stares at me with heat in his eyes.
"What?" I ask, simultaneously loving and squirming from his attention.
"Just admiring the view, cupcake," he says
"Why do you call me cupcake?" I ask curiously.
Porter levels me with a panty-dropping gaze. "You had a cupcake shirt on the first time we met." The suggestive smirk on his face brings it all crashing back.
"Oh my god."Thatshirt. My cheeks heat, but I have to squeeze my thighs together from the deep throb his intense stare is putting right between my legs. Monroe got it for me as a welcome to Maple Ridge gift. A retro baking t-shirt, but it didn't fit quite right. I didn't have the heart to tell her, so I wore it proudly, even though it was at least a size too small. Maybe three judging by Porter's hungry eyes.
"You looked incredible," Porter says in a low, deep voice.
I shake my head, unable to look him in the eye, even though I flush from the compliment.
"In fact, the sight of you in that shirt has kept me warm for eight long months."
My anxious defense mechanism kicks in, and I roll my eyes like I couldn't care less, even as my heart rejoices with this information.
"Oh yeah?" I tease. "You like me in a tight shirt and flat on my back?" I gasp, realizing what I said.
"Yes," Porter growls immediately.
If it was humanly possible, my entire body would burst into flames right now. I try to cool both my cheeks with my hands, hoping desperately that my inexperience doesn't show like a flashing neon sign over my head. To be honest, a part of me is terrified for the entire thing, but the other part is ready to let this man do whatever he wants with me.
"Porter," I say, reaching for his hand. "Let's go back to my place."
"Stella," Porter whispers, gripping my hands and looking me straight in the eyes. "I've already kissed you without asking. Idon't want to go any faster than you want tonight. I'm not going anywhere."
"I appreciate that. More than you can imagine." I bring his hand to my lips, kissing the inside of his palm. "But I'd really like you to stay over tonight." My heart is thundering in my chest, and my core aches with need, but there is not one fiber in my body that isn't on board with this plan.
"Check, please!" Porter calls out, raising his fingers. When nobody hears him, he jumps up. "I'm going to find our server."
I stifle a giggle as he races to the hostess stand to get our bill, and then bite my lip and send out a silent prayer to the universe.
Please make this man want my heart as much as he wants the rest of my body.
Chapter 5
Porter
When we get back to Stella's apartment, she digs through her purse frantically as I run my hands over her curves, both of us anxious to pick up where we left off in that alley.
"Where are my keys?" she pants. I pull her into me, grinding my hard cock against her luscious ass, and she puts a hand on the door to steady herself.
"Oh god, Porter." She turns around to face me, throwing her bag to the ground, and I push her back against the door. Her hands come around my neck, one leg lifts to my waist, and I groan as I grind against her soaked panties. The throaty moan that slips from her mouth thickens my cock, and I grunt from the strain on my zipper. I lift her hair off her shoulder to kiss up the side of her throat, and I have to fight the intense instinct to bite her neck like a wild animal.
"Wait, wait. Porter, I need to tell you something." Stella gasps as I run my teeth along her collarbone. "I-I haven't done this before."
I pull back sharply, gazing into her eyes. Her chest heaves, and she bites her lip as she watches me anxiously.
A virgin?
I didn't need her to be one. It wasn't even a thought in my mind, but the fact that I'll be the first to experience the heaven between her legs has me desperate to get into her house.
I drop to the floor, scrambling through the contents that spilled from her purse until I find her keys.
