“No, you didn’t get any food on it.” I try to look innocent. “I was just checking on you. Seeing if you were still awake.”
“Mmhmm.” The other corner of her mouth rises. “So you weren’t checking out my breasts?”
If we’d known each other longer, I’d come right out and admit it. And I wouldn’t feel bad about it at all. From what I’ve seen and felt, Vienna has perfect breasts—high and plump and from the glimpse I got ofher in just a T-shirt, with sweet little nipples I’d love to take into my mouth.
But.
We only met forty-eight hours ago. It’s Vienna’s second night in my house. I don’t want her to feel uneasy about being here. I don’t want her worrying that I might push her into something she’s not ready for.
Ishouldhave kept my damn eyes off her body. But shit. I’m a red-blooded male with a beautiful woman cuddled beside him.
A woman I like a lot.
A woman I’ll remember watching a movie with, instead of the memory blurring into vague bits and pieces.
A woman I could see telling my mom about, assuming I want to start the whole grandkid topic up again. Which I don’t, because kids aren’t part of my plan. Not just because I’m in my forties already, but what if I have a fluke flashback one day, and it scares the kid, and then?—
Hold up,my inner hermit interjects.What are you talking about? You only just met this woman. And suddenly you’re thinking about introducing her to your parents and having kids? Have youreallylost your mind this time?
“I don’t mind,” Vienna says. She leans in and kisses my cheek. “If you look. It’s okay.” Then her gaze drifts below my waist. “As long as you don’t mind me looking, too.”
Well, shit.
She reallyissomething.
And maybe it doesn’t matter how long I’ve known her. Maybe when the time is right…
Cupping Vienna’s cheek, I lower my lips to hers. I keep the kiss light at first, giving her time to get used to it before taking it further.
When she opens her mouth for me, I plunge my tongue inside, mimicking the motions I would make if I were buried deep inside her.
Vienna lets out a soft moan and kisses me back, matching each thrust of my tongue with hers. She twines her arms around my neck and climbs onto my lap, straddling me.
Her breasts press against my chest and her nipples pebble into hard buds. My dick nestles between her legs, prodding at her center.
She wriggles a little, working her body against mine.
My erection throbs harder. More insistently.
I want to roll her over so she’s beneath me, covering her body with mine. I want to touch her everywhere. Discover the color of her nipples and find out how they taste. I want to put my fingers inside her and work her to a frenzy. I want to—shit—I want it all. I don’t give a shit that it’s only been two days. I want to claim her.
But it’s more than that.
I want to protect her.
And that’s what makes me slow things down.
Ending the kiss, I lean back against the couch cushions to put a bit of distance between us. Then I inspect Vienna’s face, searching for any sign of discomfort orregret. But I see neither; only half-lidded eyes glazed with desire and parted lips still damp from our kiss.
Just as I’m brushing a loose strand of hair behind her ear, Vienna frowns. “Did I do something wrong?”
“No. Not at all.” I press a quick kiss to her lips. “Just slowing things down a little.”
Her forehead pinches in confusion. “Why?”
Why, indeed, when she gave no indication of wanting to stop?
Because she’s still recovering from last night, and should be taking it easy. Because she’s been through a tremendous amount of shit, and she’s vulnerable. Because emotions are running high, and the last thing I want is for Vienna to do something she regrets later.
