Page 82 of Freshmeet
Shifting in my seat, I took a bite of ice cream to cool down. Of course, it was the best ice cream I’d ever eaten.
“You okay over there?” Connor said, amused.
“I’m fine, just dying from deliciousness overload.”
Setting down his now-empty plate, he settled back onto the couch, his arm going across the back, so his fingertips grazed my shoulder. “I’ll let Mom know you liked it.”
“You do that and make sure I’m notified the next time she’s making treats.”
“Will do.”
I finished my dessert and spent a minute or so making sure I got every crumb and melted bit off the plate. I contemplated licking it, but it was our first date.
Best to save the truly shameful behavior for the second.
“I can’t believe you grew up with food like that.” I flopped backward, settling next to him.
“We were pretty lucky. My mom always said she may not have money to eat out, but she had enough money to cook a great meal.”
Turning my head, our faces were only inches apart. “So, do you and Jamie know how to cook?”
“Jamie is a better cook than I am, but I can hold my own. How about you? Can you cook?”
“Eh. Not really. I can make enough to survive, but cooking was never something my mom worried about passing down. Mainly because she couldn’t cook.” I twisted my torso so my chest pressed into Connor’s side. “She’s only attempted one Thanksgiving turkey, and after that, she’s had it catered.”
“My mom’s turkey is the stuff of legends. I’m going to have to get you a dinner invite so you can get the whole experience.”
“Please do. I would like the opportunity to worship at her feet.”
Connor’s whole body shook as he laughed. Wrapping his arms around me, he brought me flush to him. As his laughter subsided, he kissed the top of my head and sighed. “You’re really great, Sarah.”
Tilting my chin up, I kissed the underside of his jaw, my lipstick leaving a red mark. “Right back at cha.”
I slid my hands from his chest to the hair at the nape of his neck. My nails gently scratched there, and his eyes closed as his throat bobbed. Placing another kiss on his jaw, I smiled when his chest rumbled with a groan.
“Are we doing this?” His half-lidded gaze sent a tremor through my body.
Straddling his lap, the fabric of the short dress slid up my thighs. Dropping a kiss by his ear, I mumbled, “Yes.”
Connor bunched the bottom of the dress, pulling it up, exposing my black lacy panties. His calloused palms dragged up my legs to my ass, goosebumps following in their wake. My skin flushed as his rough hands explored me with gentle caresses. In the short time I’d known him, he’d proven to be a beautiful fusion of soft and hard.
With a squeeze, Connor brought me down on his lap, the hard ridge there lining up perfectly with my clit. My thighs spread around his, pushing my dress to my waist.
Lifting a hand, he cupped my cheek, his thumb brushing the corner of my mouth. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”
“Same.”
He chuckled. His pupils were completely blown out so that very little of the sky blue I loved so much was visible in the lamplight. Sliding his fingers into my hair, he guided my mouth to his. Our lips touched, and all the tension of the night exploded. There was nothing hesitant about his kiss, and I fought to keep up. The coffee and vanilla ice cream from dessert left him tasting the perfect balance between bitter and sweet.
I slipped my hands between us, quickly unbuttoning his shirt and shoving it open. As soon as I touched his hot skin, he groaned. I smiled against his lips, enjoying every sound he made, encouraging me to keep going. My fingertips ran through the smattering of soft hair on his chest on the way down to the ridges of his abs.
Connor’s head lulled back, his eyes shutting as his body coiled as tight as a spring. “You’re tickling me.”
“Oh, yeah?” Nipping his lip, I kissed down his neck, stopping to pay special attention to his bobbing Adam’s apple. Locking my thighs on his sides, I placed my fingers at the ready. “What about now?” And with that, I tickled the bejesus out of him.
He thrashed around, catching me in his hold. Tossing me onto the couch, he jumped up and put a good amount of distance between us. “You stay right there!” He pointed at me, his eyes shining with laughter.
I eased up on my elbows. Glancing down, I felt a bit self-conscious seeing my legs spread, dress hiked up, panties out. That is, until I caught Connor’s expression.
