The nervous energy radiating from her shifts and transforms, becoming something so much hotter and more confident. I push my chair away from the table, but before I can stand up, she’s already closing the distance between us.
My heart hammers against my ribs as she leans in. This time, there’s no surprise, no stolen moment. It’s all intention. Herhand comes up to cradle my jaw, her thumb stroking the line of my cheekbone.
Butterflies take flight as her mouth finds mine. Not just in my stomach, but every nerve ending in my body is fluttering under her touch. A touch I have fantasized about so many times before, and feeling it for real is so much more amazing than my imagination could ever conjure.
A sound escapes me, a low groan I feel in my ribs, and my hands find her hips, pulling her roughly into the space between my knees. Her body slots against me, a perfect fit, and she melts into the contact. My fingers dig into the soft cotton of Vince’s shirt, clinging to the heat of her skin beneath.
She kisses me with a focused intensity that steals the air from my lungs. Our tongues taste each other with an unquenchable thirst.
When she finally pulls back, just enough to rest her forehead against mine, her breath is as ragged as my own.
“I take it back,” she whispers, her voice husky. “I’m not sorry at all.”
In a move that can only be described as lustfully graceful, she loops her leg around mine and lowers herself to straddle my right thigh.
The shock is instantaneous, and my hands dig into her hips on instinct, as my brain short-circuits.
There is not a single layer of fabric between my thigh and Kat’s pussy.
“Fuck,” I cry as she lets out a low, shameless hum against my ear and begins a slow, deliberate grind. The heat of her pussy is direct and overwhelming.
“Do you feel that?” she whispers, her hips moving in a slow, torturous circle. “I get so wet thinking about you.”
My fingers slide up her waist, lifting the hem of her shirt slowly to reveal the dips in her hips and a front row view of herbare, wet cunt sliding over the slick skin of my thigh, her pink pussy glistens with every frantic circle of her hips.
“Look at you,” I breathe in awe. “So fucking messy for me.”
I grip onto her hips again, pressing her harder onto my thigh. The grinding of her clit onto my soaked skin is obscene and perfect.
“You’ve thought about this,” I growl, not asking. “Tell me what you thought about, Kat. Tell me how to touch you.”
“Your mouth,” she chokes out, her rhythm breaking. “I dreamt about your mouth on me since the first time you smiled at me.”
I. Am. Wrecked.
A violent, possessive hunger unlocks in my chest, and I stand, lifting her with me and dropping her onto the edge of the table. I guide her backward, clearing plates and mugs with a reckless sweep of my arm.
I take my stance between her thighs, my hands shaking as I push her shirt up to her chin, exposing her completely to me
Her skin is a galaxy of faint freckles scattered across her chest and stomach, constellations I’ve stolen glances at for months, but can finally admire up close.
“You’re so fucking perfect,” I breathe, running my hand up her waist, until both of her tits are overflowing in the palms of my hands.
I lower my head, my mouth closing over one peaked nipple, and her cry is sharp, sweet music. I suck harder, my tongue flicking, while my other hand pinches and rolls her opposite nipple between my fingers.
“Tell me what you want,” I demand between nibbles.
“You,” she gasps. “I want you.”
“You’ve got me," I say, kissing my way up her chest, resisting the urge to leave bite marks on her neck as I capture her lips again. “Now, tell meexactlywhat you want me to do to you.”
If Kat were anyone else, I wouldn’t need to hear it so explicitly, but since itisKat, I need to hear her say it. Not only for my own sick satisfaction of hearing her perfect lips say the filthiest words of my fantasies, but because I need to know that we are both crossing this line together—with both feet.
Kat’s breath hitches as I pull back just enough to look at her. Her lips are swollen from my kisses, her cheeks flushed red, and her eyes—fuck, her emerald eyes have gone dark, pupils blown wide. She’s so goddamn beautiful like this, so open and vulnerable.
“Tell me,” I growl.
She swallows hard, her tongue darting out to wet her lips. “Eat me. I want you to eat me,” she whispers, her voice trembling.
