“Your house is really clean.” She slowly looks around the kitchen. “It’s impressive.”
“Thanks. We have clients come here to look at some of the upgrades and custom options we’re able to build. It’s a pain, but I try to keep it clean in case they want to come over at a moment’s notice.”
“How responsible of you.”
“Not really. I just like things to be easy.”
That coy little smile is back on her face, making my dick jump. “Do you now?” She takes her purse off her wrist and sets it on the island counter. “I would have taken you for the kind of man who’s always up for a challenge.”
Goddamn this woman.
She leans back against the counter and brings one hand up, playing with her necklace. My heart pounds in my chest and blood rushes to my cock. Slowly looking her over, I step forward, wanting nothing more than to unzip her dress, stripping her naked right here in the kitchen.
And she’s looking at me like she wants the same.
More than what I want, it’s what I need. I need to lay her down and fuck her hard, losing myself in how good it feels to have my cock buried inside her. I want to make her come, hear her scream my name, and leave her begging for more.
Everything else will fade away, and for that time, everything is all right. For a short while, I won’t be alone.
She shivers and drops the silver moon charm against her chest. It bounces off her skin before settling right above her breasts. Her eyes meet mine and she smiles, and I don’t know how it’s possible for someone to look so fucking adorable and sexy as sin at the same time.
Her hair is messy from the wind, and I long to run my hands through it, moving it to the side so I can unzip that dress and watch it fall to a fabric puddle on the floor.
Stepping forward, I suck in a breath and go to her, stopping just inches away. My hands settle on her waist and she hooks hers around my neck. It’s strange, how standing here with her like this feels almost…almost normal.
Like we’ve done it before.
Yet the thrill of not knowing what she tastes like, not knowing how her lips feel against mine sends a jolt through me, causing my cock to harden. She leans in, hips pressing into mine. She smiles again when she feels my hardening cock through my pants, tipping her head up.
Her tongue darts out, wetting her lips, and suddenly, I’m aware of everything.
The way her breasts rise and fall as she breathes. The warmth of her skin against my hands, coming through the thin material of her dress. She’s several inches shorter than me, even in her heels, and my cock is pressed up against her stomach. I lean closer, breathing in the subtle sweet smell of her perfume.
The clock on the wall ticks, and my heart pounds right along with it. The wind blows again, blasting against the side of the house. Everything is moving in slow motion, yet time is passing too fast.
I slide one hand to her back, trailing my fingers up the line of her spine. Her eyes flutter closed, and she tips her head back a bit, lips parting. I can’t help it anymore.
I need to feel more of her.
I want to get lost, not just in sex, but in her.
My hand goes to the back of her head, balling her hair into my fist. She drags one hand down, resting it against my chest.
And then I kiss her.
It’s just a one kiss, yet it makes everything inside me come alive, fueling me with desperation. I bring my other hand to her ass, giving it a squeeze as I press her against me. I kiss her hard and then break away, moving my mouth to her neck.
She moans softly as I nip and suck at her skin, and she runs her hands down my chest, letting them hover right over my belt. Just the thought of her slender fingers wrapping around my shaft is enough to do me in. I put my lips to hers again, kissing her harder than before.
She kisses me back just as hard, and I put both hands on the curve of her hips as I slip my tongue into her mouth. She’s melting into me, breasts crushed up against my chest.
Her heels click on the hardwood floor as she widens her legs, welcoming me in between. I bunch up her dress and step in, sweeping a hand down to her thigh. She sucks in a breath and wraps her arms around me, just as desperate as I am for more.
Without warning, I pick her up and put her on the counter. Her legs fasten around my waist, dress riding up around her middle. I look down, admiring her in the dim light. She balls up the hem of my shirt, and I raise my arms up over my head, letting her strip me.