Me:
Anyways, are you hungry?
Doll:
Famished.
Me:
For?
While I wait for her response, I put my turning signal on and get off at my exit. Looking down at my phone, I still don’t see a response.Does that mean what I think it means? She won’t divulge the truth because we are both off limits or did she get distracted?
Me:
??
Me:
I’m on my way… do you want me to pick up dinner?
Doll:
Oh, yes, sure. I could eat.
So she does want me again. Hmmm. Damn.I’m not sure how much longer I can restrain myself from touching her again.
Me:
Chinese?
Doll:
Ooo, yes.
Me:
I’ll just order it when I get there. Do we have vanilla ice cream?
Doll:
Let me go look.
Finally I make it to my block and drive down the road, pulling into the driveway. I shut off the lights and car, hopping out. Clicking the lock, I walk to the front door and key in the code. Turning the knob I walk in, placing down my bag on the foyer bench and hanging my keys on the hook.
“Honey, I’m home,” I yell out walking further into the house. Just as I pass the living room I see Lyla on her phone snuggled on the oversized deep gray sectional. I clear my throat and she jumps.
“I didn’t hear you come in,” She says and I smirk.
“Did you ever look to see if we had any ice cream?” I ask, raising a brow and her eyes widen.
“Shit, no I didn’t,” She responds, climbing from her spot, throwing the blanket and dashing to the kitchen. I laugh, turning back to the foyer and unzipping my bag to grab my sweats. Not thinking anything of it. I remove my jeans, boxers and shirt and slide on my sweats, getting comfortable for the night.
“We have Vanilla and Sher—” She stops midsentence and I look over my shoulder seeing her breathing hitch, at the sight of me pulling my sweats over my bare ass. She doesn’t even realize that she’s biting her bottom lip or that I’m coming right for her. Her eyes widen when I get a mere inch away from her and I grip her hips. I bring my hand up to her face, using my thumb to pull her lip from her teeth, which causes her to drop the tubs of ice cream.
“If you keep looking at me like that, I might start thinking you want to fuck me,” I whisper as she swallows thickly. I lick my lips, stepping closer to her as her soft tongue snakes out past her lips and licks the pad of my thumb.
“We can’t,” She whispers, as her hands glide up my rib cage.
