“Yeah, we did. We have a girl’s night every week. My grandma, my mom, and my sisters. We play Scrabble and catch up for the week.” She shrugs again, her smile making that damn dimple at the corner of her mouth pop out. I still haven’t put my tongue there like I’ve been wanting to.
Grinning, I shove my hands into the front pockets of my jeans and murmur, “And ‘snowballing’ is a valid Scrabble word?”
Those green eyes go wide and I can’t stop the laugh that bursts from me, my face splitting in a wide grin. Her mouth opens, closes, opens again. She licks her lips and then rolls them between her teeth and shakes her head. “I can’t believe you heard that.”
“Sounds like my kind of game of Scrabble. What other kind of naughty games do you like to play, Louise?” I ask, stepping closer. Fuck it. She tilts her head up to keep her eyes on mine as I move to stand directly in front of her. “Strip Poker?”
She tilts her head to the side, smiling up at me impishly. “Strip Battleship is more fun.”
Laughing, I shake my head. “Goddammit you’re perfect.” Stepping even closer, I lean down so that I can run my mouth along her jaw, and up toward her ear. Whispering low, I breathe, “Is that something you want, Louise? Because I would fill up that pretty little pussy so full of my cum. Then I’d go down on you so I can taste both of us.” Groaning, I revel in the way my cock is throbbing inside my pants. “And then I’d kiss you. Let you taste us together, too.”
“I thought you were avoiding me after that kiss.”
Her whisper is barely audible, hesitant. But her head tilts to the side, allowing me better access to the soft flesh of her neck.
“I was,” I admit quietly. I won’t lie to her. “You… you disarm me in ways I am not entirely prepared to handle. I haven’t kissed another woman in over a decade. Make me want things I haven’t let myself want in so long. Make me feel things I didn’t think I’d ever feel again. And all of it could come crashing down around me, if I’m not careful.”
Kissing my way down her jaw, I brush my mouth over hers.
“You are impossible to ignore. Avoiding you for two days was fucking torture. I don’t think I can go back to what life was before you came crashing into it like a goddamn wrecking ball.”
“I don’t know if I should be flattered or offended,” she laughs lightly, her mouth moving against mine with her words. Then, she whispers quietly, uncertainly, “I thought maybe you’d changed your mind…”
I kiss her then, briefly, chastely. “I haven’t changed my mind, Princess. Like I said, you’re impossible to ignore. I… I just had to wrap my head around some things.”
“And now you have?” she asks, tilting her lips to mine. Not kissing. Just the briefest pass of lips against lips. Fuck it’s so hot. She drives me absolutely crazy.
“Yes. I already told you, I’m done saying no to you, Louise.”
I kiss her again, pressing my mouth to hers fully and opening. Still keeping my hands to myself, because if I touch her right now I’m going to say fuck waiting for the weekend. And I don’t want to fuck her for the first time standing on her porch. Or up against the wall in her entryway.
No, I want to take my time.
“I have to take the girls over to my mother’s on Friday night. I’ll message you when I’m back home.”
“How are you going to do that without my phone number?” she asks, teasing.
“Guess you should give me your number, then, huh?” I rasp against her mouth. “Unless I should continue to leave post-it notes on your front door…”
She laughs then, and the sound is so fucking beautiful. I could listen to her laugh all fucking day. It wraps around the stone in my chest, softening it a little more.
“It is quite cute,” she says, her green eyes twinkling up at me. “But, I think you should take my number. You know, just in case.”
“Just in case,” I agree.
Taking my phone out of my pocket, I open it. She takes it out of my hand, adding her number to my contacts before handing it back.
Princess.
Typing out a text, I hit send, and I hear her phone buzz in her back pocket. She fishes it out, opening it, and I take it out of her hand. Opening the contact, I type a name into the contact info bar and then hand it back.
“Seriously?” she asks, laughing and shaking her head. “You named yourself with nothing but eggplant emojis?”
I grin, winking.
She opens the contact and erases the three eggplant emojis I’d typed in, then renames my contact before flipping her phone to show me.
I laugh out loud, grinning.
