“What?” she asks, and her voice is husky and rough.
“Did you really need me to fix your dishwasher, or did you call me over here for something else?”
She swallows hard as her eyes widen. “Like what?”
I caress the pulse point on her wrist with my thumb. “We never got to finish what we started at the garage.”
“I didn’t think you’d want…”
That’s all she needed to say. I know what she wants but can’t bring herself to ask for. She is probably worried I’ll reject her, which is bananas because the woman is mint and way too classy for a dipshit like me.
I yank her toward me, our bodies colliding. “You want me?” I stare down at her as her lips part, and her tongue pokes out like it’s beckoning me.
“Yes,” she breathes as her gaze drops to my lips. “But if you don’t want to, I?—”
“I’ve never wanted anything more,” I say before pressing my mouth to hers in a clash of lips and teeth, ravenous for her more than any sandwich.
She moans as I snake my hand around her back, my fingers finding her neck, wanting to control everything. Her moan grows louder as my hold tightens and my kiss deepens.
If my hand hadn’t been holding her, she would be on the floor because her body goes limp as she gives me her entire body weight.
“I want you so bad,” she murmurs against my lips.
That’s all any man needs to hear to lose absolute control. Fuck the Italian beef. I have something better than that in my mouth. I have an Italian princess, and if I am a lucky man, I’ll know how every inch of her body tastes after tonight.
I pull back, staring down at her eyes, which are now soft and hazy. “What do you want, Lulu?”
“Everything,” she whispers. “It’s been too long, and my body is dying for yours. I need you.”
My restraint slips, what little of it I had left anyway. I lift Lulu, placing her ass on the countertop without breaking our kiss.
My fingers move to the hem of her T-shirt before lifting it up, hating that the shirt isn’t button-down. Our mouths only separate for the briefest of moments as I yank the T-shirt over her head, disposing of it somewhere nearby. Her skin is hot underneath my palms, and I groan at the softness against my calluses.
I drag my hands to her breasts, feeling the coarseness of her lace bra and the weight of her in my palms. I’m in heaven. And if this isn’t what the afterlife is like, I don’t want it. I have a beautiful, half-naked woman in front of me who’s begging for me to touch her, take her, make her mine. Absolute paradise.
As she wraps her legs around my waist, I realize my mistake. There’s no way to get her pants off in this position.Way to go, Oli.
Without saying a word, I lift Lulu from the counter, setting her feet flat on the floor. She doesn’t protest or ask any questions. Her mouth’s too busy with mine to say anything. My fingers work at the button and zipper of her jeans before I yank them down and reach for her underwear. But to my shock, I find nothing but bare skin.
I can feel her smile against my lips as my movement halts for a split second when I realize there’s nothing between us now. She kicks her jeans to the side, standing in front of me in nothing more than her bra.
My hands move to her back, unclasping the little hooks that were created to torture men and make having sex more difficult than it needs to be. They are nothing more than a modern-day chastity belt for the top half.
I break the kiss, the hunger inside me so deep, I can’t hold back anymore. “Up you go,” I tell her as I push her upward back onto the countertop before falling to my knees. “I need to taste you.”
She spreads her legs wide without my having to tell her. She wants this as much as I do. I glance up, still in disbelief that this is my life. She looks down at me with a smirk, moving her left leg from side to side.
“I’m waiting,” she says in a sultry voice.
“Fuck,” I growl and loop my arms underneath her legs, spreading her wide.
She gasps, shocked by my speed, but that doesn’t stop me. I lean forward and dive into her pussy like I’m a starved man and she’s the meal.
There’s a loud thump from above, but I don’t stop to see what it is. I’m too busy tasting her sweetness and loving the way her fingers tangle in my hair. She gasps for air as I suck at her clit and kiss her everywhere, being messy because I want it all… I want her.
She tries to close her legs, but I hold them firm, not letting her get away from the orgasm I hope is building inside her.
“Fuck, I’m going to…”
