“I’m scared that I’m being impulsive, that I’m driven by hormones, that I want your hands on my body so badly that I’m making a bad decision to get them there.”
I grin slowly, knowing full well there’s no way in hell I’m letting her leave. “Let’s fix that then.”
Her brows narrow. “How do we fix that?”
“I reckon the only way is to let me touch you.”
A bright smile lifts onto her face. “Of course you’d think that was the best fix.”
“You got another idea?”
Her tongue wets her lips as her eyes stay locked on mine. “Not really.”
“Okay then.” I land my hand on the side of her soft face and lean in. It’s been months since I’ve kissed her, but when my lips meet hers, muscle memory returns and it’s like she never left.
She melts into my touch with a sweet sigh as I suck on her bottom lip and let my hand wander down over her curves and onto her waist.
If she hadn’t told me she was pregnant I wouldn’t have noticed, though now that I know, I can feel the small bump where our baby grows.
Fuck.
Our baby.
Our baby is growing inside of her.
I kiss her harder and pull her down off the kitchen counter and into my arms.
Her nipples have pebbled against her thin pink sweater and her full pink lips part.
This is a construction site. There’s no soft bed to lay her down on, no pretty little spot to get her comfortable. I have a kitchen counter, a window seat, and a half-finished pine floor.
I dig my hands into her silky hair and tug lightly. “I’m about to disrespect you, peach.”
“Yeah?” she pants and squeezes her thighs together as she stares up at me. “How so?”
I lift her sweater up off her curved frame and lean into her neck, kissing and biting my way down over her shoulder as I say, “I’m going to press you up against that cold window and fuck your little pussy until you’re begging me to stop.”
“So do it.”
“Sure, right after you slide your hand in your panties and show me how wet you are.”
The tiniest of whimpers leaves her throat as she unbuckles her jeans and slides them to the floor.
Fuck.
She stands in front of me, thick and delicious. Her lacy pink panties slide over as her fingers tuck inside, my mouth agape as I watch her every move.
The slight jump her body makes as she brushes her clit. The tiny little breath she catches as she pushes inside. The way her eyes have darkened.
“Good girl. Now show me. Show me how wet you are.”
Slowly, she pulls out and presents two slick fingers.
“Now put them on my tongue. I need to taste you.”
Stepping forward, she looks up at me, sweet and innocent, as I take her tiny wrist into my hand and land her fingers on my tongue.
My eyes close and I suck, lick, and taste the girl I’ve missed for far too fucking long.
