“You want me to meet your ex-wife?”
I move around the counter since all I’ve got to do now is wait. When I get to her, I grasp the back of her chair and spin her around. I move closer and with my hand on her knee, I nudge her knees apart so I can stand between her legs. I touch her hair then. With my thumb and first finger, I run a strand through to feel it. “Your hair is so shiny.” I lean in and breathe in the floral scent. “Love the smell of your shampoo too.”
Looking down at her, I can see her swallow. Is she nervous?
“Thanks. It’s just regular old shampoo. Nothing special.”
“Smells good.”
Slipping my hand down, I place it on the side of her neck. Her tongue sweeps out of her mouth as she wets her bottom lip. My dick twitches in my pants with just that little move.
My lips touch hers softly at first. When she opens her mouth, slightly, I work my tongue into her mouth and deepen the kiss. My arms embrace her, then slip beneath her arms to lift her up onto the counter. She squeaks but then quickly wraps her legs around my back, and her hands slide into my hair.
I’ve been waiting to do this again. Fuck. When was she here last? I can’t remember, and it doesn’t matter. Not one iota.
Her hips are too high due to the level of the counter, so I slip my hands beneath her ass and lift her. Turning, I walk to the couch and sit down. Now, she’s in my lap, her center pressed against mine.
“Nate?”
“Shh.”
“Something’s burning.”
“Fuck.” I help her off my lap, then race into the kitchen. Turning off the oven, I move back to the couch, sit in the same spot I was a second ago, and reach for her. Thankfully, she’s on the same page because she scurries over my lap again and kisses me first.
I’m in fucking heaven. I’m tempted to ask her how she feels about me, but if I open my mouth and start spoutin’ shit like that, this will be over. I know Prudence well enough now. One of my hands finds its way beneath her shirt allowing me to get a feel of her soft skin on her back, which makes my dick get even harder. She notices because in no time, Prudence is rocking herself against me.
I don’t think I can take it. I maneuver us so Prudence is on her back on my sofa and I’m above her. “This okay?” I ask, nearly breathless. I swear to all that’s holy, if she says no, I may die.
“Yes.”
Our mouths find each other’s again. The kiss has become frantic. It’s sexy as fuck. I touch the bottom of her shirt. “Off.”
She doesn’t hesitate. She reaches down and tugs it up and over her head, leaving her in a sexy black bra that makes my dick weep. Pulling one cup down, I get my first glimpse at Prudence’s tit. “Fucking perfection.” I latch on before she has time to say a words. I lick, suck, and nip. Everything I do is making my woman squirm.
I knew it’d be like this.
As I work her breast, I pull the cup down on the other. I love this look. The one where the bra is still on, but the cups are down. It’s fucking sexy. My mouth moves from one nipple to the other as my greedy hand slides up her silky thigh, beneath her little skirt, to the edge of her panties. “Say no if you don’t want this, Prudence. But say it now.”
She remains silent. I check her face to be sure. She nods, giving me the go ahead to breach the underwear. My hands move up above the waistband and slip beneath. I slide it over her mound, brushing my palm back and forth. Moving down, my fingers slip into her crease. “You’re fucking soaked.” She’s so wet my head nearly explodes imagining what it’s going to be like for my cock to find his home there.
When I feel her hands slide over my cock, I growl. “If you don’t want me to fuck you, you’d better remove that hand.”
“Who says I don’t want you to fuck me?”
“Prudence?” I rumble. “I mean it.”
“I mean it too.”
I’m up off the sofa with her in my arms in no time. I race down the hallway past my office and Zoe’s room into my bedroom. Placing her on the bed, I stand over her. “Prudence?” I’m trying to be patient here, but I’ve waited so fucking long for this.
“Yes?”
“Take off your fucking clothes.” I want to demand it, but if I push too hard, she’ll bolt.
She reaches back and undoes her bra. When she stands, I stare as she flicks the button on the side of her skirt. The zzz sound of her zipper is making me lightheaded. The skirt drops to the floor, leaving only the sexy-as-fuck black lacy undies. “Love these.”
“Thank you.”
