She sent me a nervous smile. I hopped out and jogged around to her side before she could slide out, my heart pounding with anticipation. I couldn’t wait to put my lips on those rebellious ones of hers again.
I extended my hand to help her down, then didn’t let go once we were walking toward the stairs. The staircase was old and wooden and not wide enough for us to climb side by side, so I slipped behind her, keeping hold of her hand as we ascended in silence.
At the door, Magnolia faced me, pulling me into her until our lips met. She kissed me hungrily, pressing her body into mine, her hands sliding down to my ass, drawing me against her softness. All my blood pounded into my erection as I kissed her back.
“I feel like celebrating,” she said breathlessly when she came up for air.
“Yeah? Got any champagne?”
She shook her head. “Not that kind of celebrating.”
Thoughts weren’t connecting in my brain. I was too busy kissing her some more, not ready to head back to my lonely truck. I barely registered that her hands had disappeared from my backside until she broke off the kiss again, turning her attention to the little wallet thing she wore across her body.
I forced my attention to what she was doing, mourning the loss of contact with her luscious mouth. She took out her keys and turned to unlock the door.
Once it was open, she looked back at me, wove our fingers together, and tugged me inside.
I didn’t argue.
Magnolia relocked the outer door, then led me through the hall, past the storage rooms, and to her private door, which she also unlocked.
Her apartment was dark, so I held on and followed her blindly, not caring where she led me as long as she didn’t drop my hand. I heard rather than saw her scoot a kitchen chair out of the way. If I wasn’t mistaken, she was heading straight for her bed.
She stopped and let my hand go, then took her phone out, setting it on her nightstand and illuminating the area. She picked something up from the nightstand, and I realized she was turning on a trio of LED candles and setting them back down. Then she got rid of the phone light, leaving us in the warm glow of candlelight.
I raised my brows in question, afraid to believe, but before she could see my face, she took both my hands, stood on her toes, and stretched up to kiss me again.
Her kiss started sweet, not quite tentative, unhurried. Thorough. Before long, she deepened it as she ducked her hands beneath my T-shirt and ran them slowly up my abs, over my chest, as if memorizing the shape of me with her magical fingers. I shrugged off my flannel shirt and tossed it to the side, then burrowed my hands beneath her thick sweater, resting them at her waist, thrilling at the feel of her warm, soft skin.
In high school, I’d dreamed of touching her flawless, milky flesh from head to toe, but I’d never had the balls to do more than kiss her. I’d been taking it slow, biding my time, working up the courage, and then we’d been over.
Magnolia lifted my tee over my head. I took over the task and rid myself of it in a heartbeat, throwing it in the general direction of my flannel shirt, not caring where it landed. I pulled her closer, poised to remove her sweater, but before I could, her hands were at my belt, undoing the buckle, then unsnapping my jeans.
Not going to lie. Her aggressiveness was doing it for me.
My boots were loose enough I could kick them off without my hands, and I did that as Mags unzipped my pants, kissing me at the same time. I ran my palms up her sides to the edge of her bra. I was on the verge of sliding my hand beneath the thin, silky fabric when she derailed every thought in my head by dipping her fingers inside my boxer briefs and skimming them over my dick.
I gasped at the sensation and focused for a few seconds on gathering my self-control. I’d waited nearly twenty years for this. I was not going to ruin it by losing it in my pants at the first intimate touch. A growl rumbled from my throat with the effort.
Her fingers moved to my back, dipping down to my ass as she shoved both layers of clothing down, freeing my throbbing dick. She followed my pants down to the floor, removing them one leg at a time, then my socks, my hands on her fully clothed shoulders as she got me naked as the day I was born.
I was about to comment on her overdressed state when she rose slowly, pausing as her lips were even with my crotch. I stopped breathing altogether as I waited to see what she’d do. She kissed my tip, just a gentle flutter of a touch that made me grunt, aching for more contact.
I was getting ahead of myself though. I was buck naked, and she was still fully dressed. That wasn’t how I normally operated, but she had me all off-center and bothered as fuck.
“Mags.” I helped her stand, groaning as I pulled her sweet, soft body against my hard-as-steel one. “You’re killing me.”
An adorable giggle escaped her as she pulled me to her mouth for another kiss. She’d made her intentions clear, and a switch flipped in me. She’d had her fun stripping me down. It was my turn.
I took control of the kiss, intensifying it as I tracked down the clasp on her bra and undid it beneath her sweater. The lingerie loosened, and I wasted no time seeking out her nipple with my thumb, then palming her perfect breast. Both of her perfect breasts. After all these years, it was surreal as hell to have my hands on Magnolia. I reveled at the feel of her pebbled tips, her soft skin, her purr of pleasure, the way she arched into my hand.
I needed my mouth on her, so I hurriedly lifted her sweater over her head, and she slid her bra off. I bent to tease her nipple with the tip of my tongue, determined to drive her higher, but the joke was on me because I couldn’t resist closing my mouth over her, sucking, feasting as I teased the other side with my fingers.
As eager as I was to devour her other nipple too, I couldn’t wait to have her completely bared. I lowered a hand to the waistband of her skirt, pushing it down over one hip, then reluctantly releasing her breast from my mouth so I could focus on getting every stitch of clothing off her.
She stepped out of her skirt, leaving her in string bikini panties and ankle boots. I dropped to the floor and removed her boots and socks, then took in the sight of her in the dim, flickering light, her pale skin irresistible, her little panties teasing me by barely covering the part my body throbbed for.
I drew those panties down her thighs and groaned once she was completely undressed, letting the sight of her burn itself into my brain.
