“So are you.” She snickers. “You know what I mean.”
“I do.”
Gently, I slant her head so she’s at a better angle as I lean in for a real kiss. The others were nice, sweet, not this one. I start by suckling her bottom lip, then I swipe my tongue across the same and then seek entrance. She opens without me even having to ask, which is fuckin’ awesome. I wrap my arm around her again and hug her as close as she can get. I feel her tits against my chest, and I want more of that. But it’s probably too soon.
Boy, she can kiss.
Her tongue is tangling with mine, and she tastes delicious. I run kisses over both of her soft cheeks, and down her neck. Nibbling below her ear, I make my way to the front but know I’m not going to get anywhere near her tits tonight.
I’m okay with that because making out with Prudence is something I hope to do again and again.
She kisses me below my ear and wraps her arms around my neck, pulling herself up in the process, giving me an opening. Reaching down, I put each of my hands on her plump little ass and lift her to me.. I feel her legs slide around me as I turn us both and step to the side of my house.
God, I love to have a woman up against a nice, hard vertical surface.
We make out long enough that I either need to stop or this is headin’ into the bedroom. Pulling back, I notice her eyes are a dark blue and her skin is pink. Her mouth is open slightly, and her breathing is irregular. Time to be honest here. “Either we take this up to my bedroom or we need to stop, Prudence.”
“Oh.” She works to get her breath. “Stop.”
Well, that’s a fuckin’ shame because I was into this. My mind, my body, every part of me was ready for more.
I let her down slowly until her feet are on the ground. Leaning down, I kiss her lips softly. “Looking forward to doing that again, sweetheart.” Only horizontally rather than vertically.
She blinks. “Yeah. Okay.”
ChapterEleven
Prudence
Steppingout of the back room, I’m holding a cardboard box filled with new inventory when I see him. His back, anyway. Luckily, Nate hasn’t seen me yet, which gives me a minute to get myself under control. Memories of last night come flooding into my brain, causing a tingle to run down my spine right into my granny panties.
For a split second, I swear I feel his lips again. His hands on my behind, squeezing gently.
Crap. My undies are in serious trouble.
Just then, he turns and spots me. “Here.” He takes three long strides. “Let me get that box for you.”
It’s not heavy, but I let him anyway.
“Jesus.” He’s staring at my face. “What the hell happened to you?”
I touch my cheek and wince. “I believe it’s beard burn.”
He sets the box down and reaches out. “Motherfucker.Idid that to you?”
“Your beard, I guess.” I shrug.
His voice softens, but it’s still rough. Moving a step closer, his thumb gently brushes along my chin. “Does it hurt, sweetheart?”
I shouldn’t let him call me sweetheart, but I enjoy it. “A little. Similar to a rug burn, I suppose.”
“Did you put anything on it?”
“Not yet.” I overslept and didn’t have time to address it. Heck, I didn’t even notice it until I was behind the wheel of my car this morning. I glanced in my rearview mirror and nearly screamed. Okay. I absolutely screamed. Who wouldn’t after seeing a face so red and raw looking it appeared as though I was wrestling face-first on old shag carpeting?
The only thing good about all of this is it’s Laura’s day off, which means she hasn’t seen my face yet, which also means she can’t give me crap about it. Yet. I hope it goes away before that happens.
Nate takes a step away from me and starts to turn. “Be right back.”
