She mumbled something unintelligible under her breath. “Want to try that again? Maybe in a level audible for human ears.”
Dropping down beside me, Claire huffed. “Fine. I’m twenty-four. Happy now?”
“Actually, yes.”
“Yes? You’re happy that I’m older than you?”
“Fuck yeah. Dating an older woman. That’s fucking hot.”
“There’s something wrong with you.”
“Yeah, but you already knew that.” Claire was freaking adorable sitting there pouting like it was the worst thing in the world. Rising to my feet, I walked over to the edge of the lookout and leant against the railing, giving her a second to sulk in peace. “Hey, check this out,” I called over my shoulder, pointing to the horizon.
I felt Claire beside me before she said anything. I could smell her citrus perfume over the scent of the saltwater. Turning to face her, I grabbed her by the hips and stepped into her space. Claire gasped as her perfect pink tongue darted out and wet her lips, leaving them looking so fucking inviting, I had to have a taste.
“Wh-what am I looking at?” Claire murmured, her gaze never breaking with mine.
I didn’t answer her. Not with words anyway. I just couldn’t wait a moment longer to kiss her. It’d been too long already. Now was the time. Bending down, I cupped her face in my hand and pressed my lips to hers. Not wanting to rush her, when she fisted my shirt and opened for me, my tongue plunged in. Tentatively, trying not to scare her, I explored. My fingers dug into her hips and I was sure I’d leave a mark. She tasted like chocolate, and I was instantly addicted.
Pulling back before I got ahead of myself was hard. Rock fucking hard. Like my dick in my pants that was pressing painfully against my zipper. Despite pulling back, I didn’t let go. I didn’t want to. I never wanted to, so when Claire’s finger trailed along her swollen bottom lip, I almost busted a nut.
“That was…”
“Just the beginning.”
