Page 53 of Don't Remind Me
Whatever it was burned through me, coaxing my hand to move faster, my hips thrusting up to meet my strokes.
Fantasies of Dani I’d been suppressing for months bombarded me, heightened by the truth I now possessed of the way her tongue moved against mine, the silkiness of her hair between my fingers, the openness in her gaze when I’d pulled away. I imagined that gaze on me now, staring up at me as her hand squeezed my cock, jerking me off at a frantic pace.
I came. So hard I couldn’t breathe.
An hour later, I was at the restaurant, changing out of my street clothes. It was earlier than I usually got in, but I’d wanted to make sure I got here before her. To eliminate any shred of doubt in her mind that I might have regretted one moment of last night.
I’d just closed my locker when I heard her on the stairs. A moment later, she was there, standing in the open doorway in a caramel-colored dress that accentuated her soft curves and ended just above her fingertips. Her luscious hair framed her face in chestnut waves, and a rosy color was high on her cheeks.
Our eyes locked, and everything in me stilled. The rest of the world was silenced by the blue-green of her stare.
Then we were kissing.
We moved as one, her arms around my neck, mine low across her back, our lips connecting like they’d never been apart. It wasn’t hurried or frantic, just inevitable. Necessary. Like two magnets finally coming together, a missing piece snapping into place. As satisfying and dizzying as it had been last night and better than every one of my fantasies to date.
I pressed her against the lockers, pinning her body with mine to deepen the kiss. She curved against me, tightening her arms around my neck, lifting on her toes to get closer.
My cock stiffened, the urge to wrap her legs around my waist and grind into her enough to make me lose my mind. I wanted to trail my hand up her thigh and push my fingers inside her. Lay her across the bench behind me, bury my head between her legs, and worship her with my mouth.
Not yet, though. First, I wanted to talk.
I dragged my mouth from hers, skating kisses along her jaw as she caught her breath, drinking in her sweet floral scent. My lips brushed her ear. “Let me cook for you,” I said in a low voice.
Her chest heaved against mine. “Now?”
The corners of my mouth lifted. I’d do that too if she wanted. “This weekend. My place.” I could take her out to eat, but I selfishly wanted to be the one to feed her, to be the only one to draw moans from her lips.
Her eyes met mine, and my chest swelled at the excitement shimmering in her gaze. “Like a date?” she asked. Her kiss-swollen lips tipped up.
I claimed them again, dipping my tongue inside her mouth for another taste.
“Yeah,” I said when I pulled away. “Like a date.”
Her body swayed into me, head tipping back against the locker. “What should I bring?”
My first thought was nothing. I wanted to spoil her completely. But I liked that she wanted to contribute, for this to be something we did together.
“How about a board game?” I murmured, trailing kisses along the side of her neck.
She tilted her head to the side and sighed, the sound a caress to my cock.
“Is that a yes?” I asked against her collarbone, my hands roaming the swell of her ass before brushing along the edge of her skirt.
Her grip tightened on the collar of my chef jacket. “Yes,” she breathed. “God, yes.”
The low, throaty words sent my heart racing as I slid one hand under her dress, the desire to touch her a physical strain that pulled my muscles taut. I skimmed my fingers up the inside of her thigh and watched her eyelids flutter shut as I reached the edge of her panties. She licked her lips, and my knuckles brushed her core, the fabric already damp.
“This okay?” I whispered.
Her eyes blinked open, heavy with arousal. “Don’t stop.”
Holding her gaze, I slipped two fingers under the elastic and trailed them through her slick heat to circle her clit. Her eyes fell closed, breaths coming harder as her hips started to move.
My attention slid to the open door. No one else was scheduled to be here for another hour, but I kept an ear out for a creak on the stairs. We’d already been interrupted once.
Shifting my thumb to her clit, I eased one finger inside her. She clenched around me and whimpered, one hand burying into my hair, grasping at the short strands. “Jase.”
My name on her lips was my new favorite thing. Right along with the little moans she was making and the flush rising in her cheeks, the way her whole body responded to my touch, setting my blood on fire.
