"If you liked that, I have another appendage you might enjoy."
Her gaze washed over me from head to toe and then back over again. "When I saw you this morning, I thought you were a man-brick." She stared at my zipper and the cock strangled behind it. A laugh burst from her lips. "It looks like I was right about that."
I sucked on a tiny patch of skin below her belly button while her body shook with laughter. I'd never experienced a woman laughing while I had two fingers inside her but I liked it. Didn't want it to stop. This dress though, I hated it with all the fury I could conjure. Not for any reason other than it being in my damn way.
I pushed to my feet and tore at my belt, my gaze fixed on Stella the whole time. "You want this?" I asked, yanking my zipper down. "You ready for this?"
She sucked in a breath, blinked, nodded.
No. That wasn't enough. "Words, sweet thing. Give me your words."
She beckoned me closer. I went, my trousers gaping open and my cock tenting my boxers, and pulled her into my arms. With my palms on her ass, I boosted her up, bringing her right where I needed her.
I'd spent months imagining a conversation with her and now her bare ass was in my hands and her lips on my neck and my cock was sliding over her most intimate places and I couldn't keep up here.
"I burst into flames, I did." She dragged me closer, fused her lips to mine, clawed at my neck and shoulders.
"That's not a yes," I replied, settling myself into the notch between her legs. The layer of fabric separating me from her warm, wet heaven didn't stop me from rocking forward or the tingle of release crawling up my spine. I thrust again, again, again, flattening her against the door and going half blind at the feel of her arousal soaking through my boxers.
"I—I—I," Stella cried between gasps, "I want—"
"Tell me, sweet thing. Tell me what you want."
Her hands shifted from my neck to my shoulders, down to my chest. She stroked her fingertips in tiny circles over the starched cotton. I expected her to reach for the placket and tear it right off but she said, "I want to wait."
She said this as I was rearing back, ready to torture us both with another rough thrust. My reflexes kicked into action and I set her down, stepped back. The rest of me hadn't processed the message. My cock was standing at attention, eager as ever, and the energy I'd gathered to pound her straight through the door was burning in my muscles. I stood before her, my breath snarling out like an angry bull and my body heaving with anticipation.
I reached for her but she held up her hand, warning me off. "No. I want to wait."
"Then we'll wait," I promised. "I'm not asking you to change your mind. And I'm not going anywhere. I know all about waiting for you, Stel. I just—I wanted to hold you. If you're good with that."
She turned the hand she'd held up and pressed it to her chest. She was breathing as hard as I was. "Okay," she said. "Okay. Come back to me."
I folded her into my arms and rested my cheek on the crown of her head. My trousers were still open and my dick was still ready for action but as far as I was concerned, this was a fine substitution. I wasn't smooth or practiced when it came to women. I wasn't a player. I didn't want to spend my time with women who didn't interest me. Or wear lime green sneakers and let me bite her backside. And I didn't want to touch that woman in any way unless it was exactly what she wanted. Not today, not ever.
"You dropped me like a hot potato back there," she said.
"Yeah, you've seen the best of my awkward moments today," I said with a stiff laugh.
"I'm sorry about that," she said. "I'm sorry I let us get this far and—"
"Don't," I interrupted, holding her closer. "Don't apologize. There's no reason for it."
"A really big storage unit. One the size of Vermont."
I tilted my head to catch her eyes but she was staring at my shirt. "We're going to Vermont? Is that like Vegas for New Englanders?"
"No, it's nothing." Then, she whispered, "Shit."
I glanced down, concerned. "What?"
She shook her head against my chest. "I didn't get a picture of your driver's license. My friends are probably freaking out right now."
"Do you want to call them?"
Another head shake. "Not really. They'll be fine. It's not like they can file a missing persons report yet and I can't think of a single reason why I'd ever move from this spot."
"Me neither," I said.
