My eyes widened as heat rushed through me.
“Then, after we’re replete from a delicious meal and sparkling conversation, I want to bring you back to my bed, spread you out, and make you scream and come and scream and come.”
“Oh. My.”
He said all that like it was a given. No wonder he liked being in charge. I would have fanned my face if the muscles had worked in my arm. But all of them seemed to have gone lax as Lennon described his fantasy date, and who was I, really, to get between the man and his desires?
He glanced around. “Ready to go?”
“Where?” I asked.
“Well, the team’s headed to a restaurant we like—where we normally go after a game. But we don’t have to do that, if you don’t want to.”
I glanced around. Hana waved as she and Paxton headed out the door. “I’d like to go. And have you show me off.”
He placed a hand at my lower back and walked me out of the arena toward his huge truck. I glanced around again, trying to take it all in. “This is more than I could have imagined. So much more than I could have ever expected to want.”
He placed his free palm against the truck and snuggled me against his frame. He leaned down and nipped my earlobe. “What do you want, Vivi?”
“That. What you said earlier. All of it. And more.”
His dark eyebrow shot up. “What more?”
“You. Talking, laughing, holding hands, kissing my temple, cheek, lips. Making sure everyone knows were together.” I bit my lip. It was swollen and sensitive. I dropped my eyes and peeked at him through my lashes. I’d never been an ingenue, but I felt like one now. “You inside me. Moving over me, in me, surrounding me.”
He inched even closer, so our chests brushed. “Fuck, Vivi. Fuck. That sounds amazing.”
“I want you, Lennon. Now, tomorrow, in ten minutes, next week, next month, seven years from now. But don’t you dare make me wait that long.”
“I won’t. Gah. I’m not sure I can make it through tonight after those sexy words came out of your mouth.” He shifted, and I felt the large, unmistakable bulge against my thigh, which spasmed with the need for more friction.
My panties were sopping—embarrassingly so.
“But you deserve for me to do this right. Perfect. Because that’s what you are to me, for me, my perfect Vivi.”
“I’m not perfect, Lennon. Don’t you dare put me on a pedestal. Then you’ll just knock me off it and end up hating me or resenting me or?—”
“Perfect for me, Vivi. You’re the yin to my yang, my missing piece. And you matter. So let me show you how much. We’re building the foundation for forever. A few days, even a few weeks won’t matter?—”
“I can’t wait weeks,” I muttered.
Lennon laughed and kissed the tip of my nose. “Noted.” He pressed his erection into my belly. “I don’t want to, either. But I have to say… This anticipation is pretty fucking delicious.”
Chapter 19
Chapter
Lennon
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After a few rowdy hours with my teammates at the restaurant, I’d taken Vivi back to my mother’s place late last night. There’d been a smile on my face when I got home, but I hadn’t slept well. And not just because Vivian had turned out to be first-class seductress. She was, and I’d enjoyed her dirty words.
Nope, it was the freckles. Those tiny, wholesome spots dusting her nose made me lose my mind. I want to kiss each one, then start over and do it again.
And the things I wanted to do to the rest of her body… Lust pulsed through me as I closed my eyes, leaving my kitchen and cup of coffee behind, and slid into the tantalizing images. We’d be heat and lust and love, mixed up in one electric dance to climax.
I couldn’t wait. I also couldn’t rush her. Vivian had said those things to me was because she felt safe doing so. I understood that. I needed to breed more of that trust.
