Me.
I tangled my ankle with his, my small flip-flop resting against his Chuck. I ran my hand down his flat-front shorts to his bare knee, and I got goose bumps. I wanted to run my fingers under the shorts, along his thigh, and up higher, higher.
“This has been magical,” I said instead of asking questions.
“It has.” His hand rounded my hair, pushing it behind my ear.
“Perfection, one hundred percent.”
I pushed a strand of hair away from his eye. He’d let his hair go even longer at my request, and tugging on it had become one of my favorite pastimes.
“Let’s get out of here.”
He tossed money on the table and we walked back to the hotel, stopping to share an ice cream cone. Lick for lick, we passed the treat back and forth, my tongue running over where his had been.
“Who knew ice cream was so sensual?” I asked, the tip of my tongue lingering on the coolness.
“Oh?”
Layton cocked his eyebrow. Then he stopped on the sidewalk in the middle of Columbus Circle and grabbed the cone for his turn, dabbing it on my lips before licking it off, taking his time with my mouth.
I closed my eyes and imagined a lifetime of this. How did we get there? How did that happen?
It couldn’t.
“You’re so beautiful, Charleston.” He tossed the cone in a garbage and kissed me in earnest. “So damn gorgeous, inside and out,” his lips uttered against mine.
I couldn’t respond for fear of what kind of crazy proclamations would come spilling out of my mouth. I kissed him back.
“Get a room,” a person shouted as they walked by, knocking us out of our tiny world.
“We have one,” Layton yelled back, and we laughed as we made our way to the hotel and up in the elevator, falling straight into bed when we got to our room.
He kissed down my neck, biting, sucking, nibbling, and tasting, and I wanted him to feast on me forever.
I love you.
Clothes came off, thrown on the floor, and we were naked, skin to skin, taking and giving. He slid down my body, his tongue taking its time. He lapped my belly-button, ran the tip along where my thigh met my groin, teasing me.
And then he was loving me where I so desperately wanted. My hips reached and he took. Took me there and higher as he brought me to orgasm.
When I wanted to return the favor, he wouldn’t let me, pushing his way deep inside my core and riding me to an even higher climax. I had to bite my tongue to keep from waking the entire hotel, and to stop myself from yellingI love you, forever and ever.
What the hell were we doing?
