Page 14 of Zombie's Howl-O-Ween
“I’m sorry you’re estranged from her parents.” I couldn’t imagine not having an active relationship with my folks. We’d always been very close. I was sad Brandon didn’t have the same loving support system I had.
“Are you a virgin?” His question gave me whiplash.
“No.” Typically, I would’ve been offended to be asked such a personal question on a first date. But with Brandon, I was okaywith answering anything he asked. Afterall, he’d showed some vulnerability first.
Although, I really wouldn’t call tonight a date. Not exactly sure what was happening between us, but I was here for anything and everything with Brandon. Just being alone with him and talking was more than I could have hoped for.
There wasn’t anything unique or special about me. He could probably have any woman he wanted down in his bedroom. But he’d invited me to the party. Groped me. Carried me to his bedroom. Clearly, he knew what he wanted, and I was thrilled it was me. No chance I would question the man’s good sense.
“When’s the last time you had sex?” He had a one-track mind, it seemed.
“A couple of years ago. What about you?”
“Six months ago. The day before your birthday.”
“That’s awfully specific.” I took a large gulp of my beer. Suddenly, I felt salty and bitter. “What were you doing? Having a celebratory fuck formybirthday?” Okay, that sounded harsh. But why would he tell me that?
His icy-blue eyes flashed with anger. “No.”
“Maybe I shouldn’t be here.” I put my can on the nightstand, but before I could turn around, I was pulled onto his lap.
“Don’t go.” He pressed the side of his face against the cleavage poking out of my tight Red Riding Hood dress.
The stirring between my thighs grew more intense and my panties were getting wetter. If I thought about the things he could do to me, I might be able to make myself come.
Hold yourself together, Trix. Don’t get ahead of yourself. You’re having a tender moment with Brandon.
Yes, of course. What was happening with Brandon felt like next-level stuff. We’d known each other for years but it had been very surface level. Still, I’d learned things about him and knew he was the one for me.
“Why would you tell me you had sex the day before my birthday?” I asked, trying to distract myself from wishing he’d pull one of my tits out and suck on my nipple.
“Didn’t you hear me? That was the last time I had sex.” He nuzzled against my chest and kissed my sensitive skin.
“Okay, but why?” I fought hard not to bust out of my dress. I so badly want him to make me come by sucking on me.
Now that I thought of it. It wouldn’t take much to tear out of this black corset. As it was, I had to squeeze into it, and my mom tied me up. Sort of surprising the seams hadn’t started to rip after he carried me.
“Because I only wanted you but didn’t think I could have you. Any woman I’ve been with was only sex. No talking. No kissing. No feelings. Just sex. It will be different with you.”
My beating heart slammed to a stop. “Why would it be different with me?”
“Because you’re everything, Trixie.” He softly kissed my chest some more. Working me up into a desperately hungry Red Riding Hood.
“Really?” Wow. Wow. Wow. If I were a stick of butter, I would melt on the floor.
“When I had sex that night, I didn’t know it was your birthday the next day. For some reason, I thought you were younger. But if you remember, when I came into the deli, you were wearing a crown. Balloons were everywhere. And you were glowing brighter than the sun.”
“I remember.” I swallowed hard as his lips hovered above mine.
“You told me you were twenty-one. An adult.” His hands went into my hair. “It was like you were telling me to make my move.”
“I wanted you to.”
“What about now?” His nose touched mine and his warm breath teased my lips.
“I still want you to.” My breathing deepened and glided my hands along his forearms up to his biceps. “Do it, Brandon.”
His mouth descended on mine a second later. He kissed me with all the passion I had hoped would ignite between us during our first kiss.
