I swiped the display to WhatsApp, opening the pics. Ohhh, shit!
I gawked at the photo of me sitting on War’s lap, my head on the table…and it all rushed back, crashing through my fuzzy mind—the erotic illustrations I’d done for my friend’s eyes only that War had now seen, and my sheer embarrassment.
“Okay, I’m gonna go die now.”
War laughed and grabbed my wrist before I leaped off the stool.
“The one time I do something daring, and it comes back to bite me in the ass.” Groaning, I dropped my cheek on the cool surface. More, I recalled the pain pills he gave me…andme pulling off my clothes, which meant War must have witnessed my fumbling strip tease before putting me to bed.God.
“If it helps, you’re cute when plastered but a total lightweight.”
“No, it doesn’t.”
He laughed, and it turned my heart to mush because the sound was soft and gentle, not mocking like my jerkwad ex’s had been.
“I don’t know why you’re not running far away from me,” I moaned.
“Why would I when I waited so long for you?”
My heart started an erratic pounding at his words. I straightened, and meeting his quiet blue stare, I slid off my stool, rounded the counter to him, and slipped my hand around his neck. With him being so darn tall, I went on tiptoes and kissed his hard, unshaven jaw. “Thank you for taking care of me.”
As I lowered to my feet, he left his mug in the sink, grasped me by the waist, and set me on the counter, his freshly showered skin making me want to lick him all over.
“Now, you can thank me properly.” His eyes gleamed. “Aaand…” he drawled the word, “if you want, we can try out that drawing.”
I huffed out a laugh. “Yeah, no. Then you’ll probably be pumping air because I’ll end up crumpled on the floor. I’m not that limber.”
His grin widened as I parted my legs so he could move in closer. As his warm body aligned against mine, I sighed in contentment.
This was what I wanted and needed. Him.
I stroked his scruffy jaw and brushed his sinful mouth with mine, anticipation stirring. Slowly, I licked his top lip before sucking on his lower one. He tasted of coffee and warm, solid man. Desire darkened his narrowed stare, no sign of his amusement. His cock stirred, pressing against my core, hiking my own need.
Yep, I was taunting him. How could I not? When he was so darn intoxicating.
“Blue!” a low growl of warning rumbled in his throat. “Stop teasing…” He nipped my lip. Then his mouth covered mine in a sizzling kiss, his tongue sliding inside, sucking and tasting mine. I tightened my hold around his neck, kissing him with equal fervor.
Then he grasped my hair and gently tugged, tilting my face up, kissing a fiery path from my mouth to my throat, igniting every nerve ending. I turned my face and sought his mouth again. His big palm covered my one breast and squeezed. A whimper of need escaped me. “War…”
He cupped my chin, making me look at him. “You sure?”
I blinked, in a daze. God, being in his arms was messing with my ability to think clearly. But heck yeah, I wanted him, and I agreed to try this relationship with him. “Yes,” I rasped.
“Fuck!” he swore, his frustration evident on his face. “I don’t keep condoms here.”
It was encouraging to know that he didn’t bring his hook-ups here.
“It’s okay, I’m on the pill.” I took it to regulate my periods.
“And I’m clean…” His hands dropped to my hips. “Then let’s get these off.” He tugged my shorts. “I want to feel you come on my tongue.”
My breath caught at his words. I fumbled for the button at my waist. He took over, unbuttoned and unzipped, then dragged my shorts off, along with my underwear, leaving me bare to his eyes. I was so grateful I kept up with my full waxing. He spread my thighs further apart and stroked my cleft lightly. I gulped.
“You’re damn beautiful, all over, Blue.”
That tormenting shape of his erect sex, visible behind his sweats drew me. I slipped my hand inside, grasped his heated length, and stroked his rock-hard erection. A tick popped on his tight jaw.
Yep. War was built and tall, and his cock fit in proportion to his size from what I could feel. The tip appeared above his waistband and snagged my attention, the rounded head wet with precum. I squeezed as I stroked him, and he grunted, grinding into my fist, then he was pushing my hand away, his stare heavy-lidded.
