“Another time.” He tipped his head and gave a lopsided smile. “Let’s go.”
“Now?” His sudden change of mood surprised me.
“Yeah, it’s getting late for little girls to be out.”
I raised my eyebrows at him.
He grinned and signaled to the waitress for the check. I didn’t offer to pay half, how could I? I had no purse, no phone, no way of contributing to the meal.
“Come on, baby,” he said, reaching forward and running his hand down first my left plait, and then my right. “Daddy will walk you home.”
Chapter Four
Mitch
Damn, the woman whose hand I held was beautiful and sexy and smart. She had this intoxicating mix of vulnerability and strength combined with mystery and depth.
As we walked toward her apartment through the twilight, I fought my erection. The need to be close to her, inside her, was almost too much to bear. I glanced at a thick oak tree, the trunk in the shadows, and wondered if we should get down and dirty there, hell to anyone who saw us.
But no, I didn’t know her well enough yet. She might not be into outside sex, exhibitionism, risk, so I’d wait two minutes before I fucked her until we were both breathless and shaking through our orgasms.
Iwouldmake it to her apartment. Heaven help me.
“Can you hear that?” she asked.
“What?”
“An owl.” She squeezed my hand. “He must live around here. I often hear him if my window is open.”
“Yeah, I hear it.” I looked up but could see nothing other than the darkening sky. For a few seconds, I was glad of the distraction from my greedy cock.
“I love owls,” she said. “When I was a kid I had a toy one, used to draw them constantly, and occasionally would see one fly over the commune.”
“Nice.” I stored that bit of information away. I intended to remember everything she liked, in and out of the bedroom.
We came to a halt at her apartment.
“What’s the code?” I asked.
“Nine. Seven. Nine. Eight.”
I tapped it into the keypad, and the door clicked. I held it open, but the moment we stepped into the cool, dark, quiet lobby, something flipped inside me. A swell of desire that gripped by belly and shot neat lust into my bloodstream.
“Come here,” I said, grasping her around the waist and pushing her back to the wall. I shoved into her, feeling the length of her body flush with mine, her lower abdomen, flat and taut, crushing onto my raging hard-on.
She stared up at me with wide eyes and gripped my shoulders with her small hands. “Daddy!”
“Jeez, I wanna fuck you so bad.”
She swallowed and stared into my eyes.
“But you should know,” I said onto her lips, “when we fuck, I’m fucking you as a woman, not a little girl,mywoman, all fucking mine.” I kissed her with determination, poking my tongue into her sweetness and chasing for hers.
She kissed me back and looped her hands around my shoulders, her pert breasts jutting into me.
I groaned. It was fucking uncomfortable in my pants, torturous almost. I ran my hand down her body, gripped her bare thigh, and hoisted her leg up so my cock was shoving at her pussy, only our clothing separating us.
“Mitch,” she gasped.
