I feel a shudder rake through her body, but she does as she’s told, her tongue meeting with mine, letting me know my new plan is working. No more pussy-footing around and waiting to see.
I’ll be taking what I want from this point on. We have been playing this game for far too long, and after getting that taste of her last night, I won't be able to brush past anything. No, I want my hands and mouth all over her. Every damn chance I get.
When I lift my head, a soft smile overtakes her beautiful face, her cheeks even more flushed.
“That was a bit unexpected.” She releases her hold from the front of my shirt and rubs her hands down it to smooth the wrinkles she’s made.
“Get used to it.”
“You intend to kiss me more?”
“Yes.” I release my hold on her, stepping back before I pin her down to the conference table and bury my face between herthighs. It would be easy too. Kindred always has a dress or skirt on.
Being surrounded by all this wedding-related stuff is not helping, and I find myself imagining her in a wedding dress. I never thought about having a wedding of my own one day, but I want one now if it means Kindred agreeing to spend the rest of her life with me.
Her smile falters. Instead of wondering and trying to figure out why, I fucking ask, "What's wrong?"
"Nothing," she quickly says. "I need to grab my bag and coat." She tries to step past me, but I reach out, snagging her by her elbow. Not so fast.
"Talk to me."
Her face softens. "Let's get out of here first, and then we should probably talk."
"No should about it. We’re talking.”
"I swear you're getting bossier by the second." She better get used to it. Now that she’s let me have a taste, there’s no going back for either of us.
"You're bringing it out of me."
"I doubt that," she says with a small laugh. "I think you can be bossy all on your own."
I can be. I derive no pleasure in bossing people around, but it often comes with the territory. But with her, yeah, I really fucking like it because it's getting me closer, and I'm seeing how much she really enjoys it, even if she won't say it. I don’t need her words, though. I know every fucking detail there is to know about her. Her body language tells me everything.
"All right, Cupcake, let's get your shit." I give her ass a smack when she walks by, and her eyes almost bug out. I have never fought so hard in my life not to laugh.
"When did you get all handsy?" she asks, trying to hurry down the hallway. I keep a step behind her, enjoying the view.
"Since you let me bury my face between your thighs," I tell her when we enter back into her office. She spins around to face me with that same expression on her face.
"Don't be crude." She tries to act as though I’ve scandalized her, but she’s terrible at it.
"You mean that?" I fire back at her. She stares at me before huffing and turning, going to her desk.
"I don't have time for all these questions." Pretty sure she does, since we're headed out for the day, but I keep that remark to myself. I love when I can get her all flustered like this. Lets me know that I have an effect on her. She can be a smart-ass to everyone, but flustered is not a word anyone would use to describe her.
“Why was Mary talking about a candy cane?” I don’t let up.
I have some inclination on what she was getting at, but I want to hear it come from Kindred’s lips. Her eyes immediately drop to my dick, giving her away. I reach down, adjusting myself just to give her a little show.
“Oh my God! What has gotten into you? Those books?” I didn’t think her cheeks could flush any more, but I was dead wrong. “I’m going to have to put an age restriction on your account over at the library. You got a Kindle too?”
“No Kindle. I prefer the real thing.” Her eyes narrow on me.
“Is that a dirty comment too?”
I shrug. “Maybe you’re the one who needs an age restriction."
The phone on her desk starts to go off. She ignores it, letting it go to voicemail. “I’m ready.” Kindred smooths down her already smooth hair.
