Page 16 of Puck Drop
She gives me a coy look. “I used some connections from the Sliders. They helped me with getting this job.”
I put up my fist for her to bump. “Smart girl.”
The more I stare at her face, I realize that I don’t want to talk anymore. I want to kiss her, and I want to get her naked. Talking seems overrated, while it’s also very needed. It is a conundrum I did not expect to have to deal with tonight.
Settling more into the couch, I drop my face in my hands. I rub them up and down my cheeks before I stick them into myhair and sigh. The tension in my shoulders seems to be melting with each passing second. The silence between us is not heavy, although, I can feel her unspoken fears.
After a few moments, she begins sharing the rest of her story with me.
“I probably should’ve tried a little harder to get a hold of you. But once the wheels were in motion, I had to act fast. Between finding a place to stay and making sure I could actually afford to be on my own, my head was spinning.”
I listen intently, my heart squeezing when I hear the emotion in her voice. I can tell she was really scared.
“I told myself that all I had to do was come here,” she continues. “That you’d be incredibly happy to see me again, and that we’d…” She hesitates for a second. “That we’d continue from where we left off.”
I turn my head to look at her, noticing the way her eyes glisten with unshed tears.
“I really missed you, Lo,” she whispers. “I couldn’t wait to see you again.”
As I swallow around the lump in my throat, I’m silent for a moment, absorbing her words and everything about her.
“I thought about you, too,” I tell her. “Every single day.”
She lets out a long shuddering sigh. “I never took into consideration the fact that you may have moved on…”
I grab her hand and shake my head. “There was no way for me to move on, Lizzie. You’ve been a constant in my head.”
Her lips tremble when she gives me a smile. “So… are you happy that I came?”
I realize that I can’t stand not having her in my arms anymore. I pull her into me, our faces almost crashing into each other.
“If I don’t kiss you again, I might explode,” I whisper against her lips. The grin she gives me in return tells me that she feels the same.
Without warning, I stand up from the couch before bending back down to pick her up. She is so light, I feel like I could toss her up in the air and catch her without dropping her. She giggles when I throw her over my shoulder and start walking toward where the bedrooms are.
“Please don’t drop me, Lo,” she begs, but she doesn’t sound too concerned about it at all.
I push open the door to the main bedroom, marching straight to the large bed. I drop her onto her back with no ceremony, and she bounces around a couple of times. Her long hair flies in all directions before landing like a halo around her beautiful face.
Still laughing, she beckons me with her finger. “Come to me, Logan.”
There is no hesitation in my movements when I yank on the back of my shirt, pulling it over my head and throwing it to the ground. Just so there’s no question about my intentions, I undo my jeans and push them down my legs, making sure to bring my underwear along for the ride. I take my shoes off before I finally step out of my jeans.
I smile when I notice Elizabeth working on removing her own clothes. When she’s down to her bra and panties, I decide that I should take over. I drop over her on all fours, with my fists on each side of her head.
“You’re so beautiful.” My voice comes out soft and tender, which is only fair considering everything that I feel for this woman.
While I want to rip everything off her and take her hard, I try to pace myself. I don’t want tonight to end too soon, especially since I’m not quite sure what tomorrow will bring.
“I want us to go slow and savor every second of being together again.”
Her skin breaks into tiny little pebbles when I speak against it, my lips barely grazing it as I form the words.
I lift myself up and sit back on my heels, my mouth going dry at the picture she makes. The more I stare, the faster she breathes, causing her breasts to raise and drop in rhythm with my own my heart.
“I can’t go slow,” I growl at her while my fingers wrap around the delicate lace of her panties.
For a second, I debate whether I should slide them down her smooth legs or just tear them into shreds. In the end, I slide them to the side. The way her pussy is soaked by her own juices is the ultimate aphrodisiac. I can taste her on my tongue before I even drop my mouth on her. That very first suck on her clit proves to me that no one else would do.
