“Seems fitting.”
“For what, exactly?” There’s a hint of tease to her voice. But I’ll never push her. So whatever thoughts and dreams I may have conjured up about tonight, she gets the final say.
“Just to look, of course.”
“Oh, of course.” Her eyes narrow with a somber nod and then she starts walking. But I stay where I am until my arm is outstretched and still linked with her.
“Well, come on. I don’t have the patience to wait for you all night, Ethan.” With a smirk she pulls her hand from mine and takes off into the shelves.
I adjust myself through my pants and stride toward her. It takes me just a few steps before I catch up to her one aisle down and two over. My arms loop around her, pulling her back to my chest and she giggles as my teeth graze her neck.
It’s the most majestic sound I’ve ever heard.
I walk with her against me until we reach the end of the row, where the shelves and the wall meet. With my hands on her hips, I spin her to face me and run my thumb along her lower lip, pulling it down before taking it in my mouth.
Her arms loop around my neck, her fingernails raking through the hair at the nape of my neck.
The kiss is hungry, heated, full of want and need. I let go of her hips, one hand trailing up the soft skin of her back before sliding around to cup her breast.
Slow. I have to go slow. As long as I’ve been waiting for and wanting this, I don’t know that she’s on the same page and I don’t want to rush her into anything. Especially if she could end up regretting it tomorrow.
I don’t want her to have any regrets. Not where I’m concerned, and not any more. Yes, we could have spoken up sooner, but we’ll make up for lost time. I’ll make up for every second I wasn’t able to worship her body. If she’ll let me.
Softly massaging her breasts, I pinch at her nipples while I press my hips into her. It’s impossible for her to not be able to feel how fucking hard I am.
“Do you want this, Bee? With me? Here, now?”
“Yes. God, yes.” She’s breathy as she pushes her chest further into my hands, grinding her hips slightly against me.
As though sensing my hesitation, my unsureness that she’sallthe way in, her hand dips between our bodies and she cups my cock. My head tips back with a hiss as she grips tighter.
“I said yes, Ethan. Don’t delay on my account. Ifyou’rehaving second thoughts, that’s one thing. But I’m not.”
Fuck, she’s really for this.
I claim her mouth again with need pulsing through me as I explore her mouth. She nibbles on my lower lip and then a thought smacks me in the brain.
“Condom. I…I didn’t want to be presumptuous and bring one.” Though, now I’m kind of kicking myself because how would she have known?
“Pill. I’m on the pill.”
“I haven’t fucked anything but my hand since I met you.”
“But that was…that was…”
“Three fucking years ago. Three damn years I have waited for this moment, entirely prepared for it to never happen.”
A flicker of desire passes over her face and she slams her mouth to mine, tugging me closer as she scrambles up my body like I’m a damn tree. My hands grip under her thighs, holding tightly.
The hem of her dress has ridden up in her movement and I shift it the rest of the way to pool around her waist.
We’re really doing. In all my wildest dreams, I wasn’t sure it would ever actually happen.
“My-my panties.” They’re firmly in the way. But fuck if I’m going to put her down just to remove them.
“Leave them. No time. Need to be inside you.” Without a second of hesitation I push the lacy fabric to the side and plunge inside her.
Tight, wet, heat envelops my cock. “Holy fucking hell.”
