Page 4 of Unforgettable
I touched her lips with the pad of my thumb. She visibly shivered.
Without much thought, I lifted her up and onto my lap.
She sucked in air.
“Has anyone ever told you that you smell like lilacs?”
Shaking her head, she tensed.
“Cat got your tongue?”
On my last word, her tongue snaked out, and if that wasn’t the most ball-busting move I’d ever seen, I didn’t know what was. Suddenly, I was the horniest quarterback south of the Mississippi.
Her eyes grew as big and wide as the lake in town, and that lake was bigger than the state of Rhode Island. Then she lowered her gaze to my crotch. She fixated on my groin as my dick swelled at a rapid rate between her legs. I would probably bust her in two as small as she was.
She flattened her equally tiny hands on my chest and licked her lips as though she wanted me but didn’t want me.
I traced the curve of her perfect size C-cup breasts that seemed a little large for her small stature. I continued down one side of the V in her T-shirt then switched to the other side.
Goose bumps popped to attention on her chest.
So I did it again. I loved when a woman’s body reacted to my touch. With my free hand, I took one of hers and guided it down to my dick.
I never said I was a gentleman. When I wanted something, I took it, particularly when a woman wanted me, and it was clear from the lust in Haven’s eyes that she wanted every inch of me.
She froze, fear overpowering the lust in her eyes.
I fixated on her firm, round breasts that I was salivating to taste. Hell, I wanted to taste more than her breasts.
She gave me a shy look as she rested her hand on my dick.
There you go. Now that was heaven.
I closed my eyes briefly, savoring the feel of her squeezing my rock-hard cock.
I gripped her hips and guided her to move her body. I needed friction. Actually, I needed to fuck her. I was a second away from flipping her on her back when a door slammed nearby.
Haven’s body went rigid.
I couldn’t give a fuck if Lucas saw us.
She scurried to her feet. “I have to go.”
And I have to jack off now.
I sat for the longest time after she left, unable to move, knowing I should get my ass upstairs. But getting up as drunk as I was would be a hurdle I wasn’t ready to take on.
A slap to my arm jarred me awake. I found Lucas grinning at me with his bulky arms crossed over his chest. The wide receiver’s arms were magical on the field.
“What did you do to Haven?” he asked.
“Does it look like I did anything?”
He held out his hand. “You know who she is, right?”
“Can’t say I do.”
“I’ll tell you when you’re sober. Right now, get your ass upstairs, drink coffee, and deal with your lawyer.”
