Page 94 of Your Last First Kiss
“You’re hot,” I say with my eyes still glued to where he’s holding my hands to his chest.
“Fire and ice, baby. You can never say they don’t go together again because this feels pretty damn perfect to me.”
Every question, every conversation we need to have pounds against my skull, but I don’t listen to any of them. Instead, I focus on the smallest voice I have. The one who speaks my wants and needs. The one who’s usually buried so deep I don’t even recognize it as my own anymore.
Tonight though? Tonight she’s loud and fierce, and she’s the only one I can hear. This tiny voice that lives deep in my soul says to take what I want, so I do.
Leaning forward, I watch his eyes as my lips land on his pec just above his heart. I can’t help myself—my tongue slips out to taste him. I’ve never felt so powerful or free.
This is what confidence does to you.
“Fuck,” he groans, and his cock responds to me. It’s hard and heavy even against my thick down jacket.
I feel like a queen. For the first time in my life, I ask for what I want.
“Dillon.” My lips brush the skin of his chest as I speak.
“What do you want? Tell me,” he demands. “I’ll give you whatever you ask for.”
And at this moment, I know that to be true.
“You,” I say simply. “I want you.”
CHAPTER29
DILLON
My chest expands to three times its normal size at her words. “Say it again,” I growl.
“You,” she whispers. The confidence of a moment ago is vanishing as her insecurities creep in. I can see it in her sky-blue eyes. And in the way the specks of silver that shine in her irises like stars on a clear summer night begin to fade.
Bending my knees to lower myself so we’re eye to eye, I search her face. “Use your words, pretty girl. How do you want me?”
Her cheeks burn a sexy red that creeps down her neck. I reach out to undo her zipper and then toss her jacket on the floor beside us. An oversized T-shirt and leggings are the uniform of moms everywhere, but I never gave them much thought until now.
In her gold dress that lives rent-free in my mind or T-shirts and leggings, she is my every fantasy.
“I—I mean, we have a lot to talk about.”
I trail my fingers up her arms and watch her skin pebble in my wake. I don’t say anything until I reach her neck. Then I wrap her ponytail around my fist and gently but firmly tug her head back, so she’s facing the ceiling.
Her surprised gasp makes my shaft twitch against her, and I smile.
“We do. Is Miller watching the kids?”
“Yes,” she whispers.
“Good. We have so much to discuss. But right now, I need to hear your answer. How do you want me right…” I place my lips at the hollow spot below her earlobe and lick. “Now.” I graze my tongue down her slender neck and, with my free hand, reach around to grab her ass.
“Oh, God,” she moans when her belly rubs against my throbbing cock, and I squeeze harder.
“You can pray all you want, sweetheart, but tonight I’ll be the one answering them. Open your eyes, Penny.”
She obeys immediately, blinking like she hadn’t realized they were closed.
“I have every inch of your face, every freckle, every curve committed to memory.” I gently give her ponytail a tug that exposes the column of her neck even more. “Now I want to learn the rest of you. Can I do that?” I slide my left hand up her ass and under her sweatshirt until I find bare skin. “I want to make you feel so good that when you pray the next time, it’s my name that slips past your lips.”
She nods, but that will never do.
