After the comedy show, I only had about twenty minutes to get her home. I took every bit of those twenty minutes, making the most of our time together. I pulled up outside of our building, walking her in and to her door. We were almost there when I grabbed her hand, stopping her. I knew I couldn’t keep thiswantinside of me, to myself. I felt like I needed to shoot my shot. I know we agreed to be friends, but I had to know. The curiosity was killing me.
“Devin?”
She turned and smiled up at me, those big beautiful green eyes full of curiosity. I loved that I could read her, that I could see what she was thinking right on her face.
“Yeah?” her steps slowed, looking back at me. My eyes were staring at her lips, unable to look away. They were plump, slightly parted, and I wanted to feel them.
“I want to kiss you,” my voice came out husky, full of need.
“O-oh.” She looked momentarily nervous. Her brows scrunched together as she worried her lip between her teeth. I reached my hand out, gently pulling her lip out, then moved my hands up in surrender.
“I’m not going to if you aren’t ready, or if you don’t want to kiss me. I just, can’t stop thinking about your lips. And I can’t get out of my mind how kissable they’ve looked all night. I want to know if they really are as soft as they look.”
Her gaze was locked with mine.
“How do they look?” Her voice a slightly breathless whisper as her chest heaved up and down.
I affected her.
I affected her like she affected me.
“Like flower petals, soft, almost velvety. But like they’d be as tasty as caramel, or peanut butter on Oreos.” That made her laugh, and I couldn’t help the daze I was in. I was falling. Fast. Sprinting, full-steam ahead into serious ‘like’ with this woman. This…redhead who came out of nowhere and threw my wonder into disarray. I watched as she threw her head back and laughed, so carefree and easy. We were standing in front of her door now. I chanced a glance at my watch.
10:59
One minute.
I put my hands on either side of her face, leaning down, my lips dangerously close to hers. I could feel her ragged breaths on my face as I whispered to her.
“If you want this, you have to move the last ten percent.”
She had to do this.
I wouldn’t push myself on her.No matter how badly I wanted to,because holy shit biscuits and I want to push more than just my lips on her. I wanted my lips, and hands all over her, and to bury my rock, hard dick inside of her tight, wet pussy. Just as I was about to lean back and stand up, her arms went around my neck, pulling me in for a kiss.
Her whole body melted into me.
I tried not to run my hands all over, as they moved from her face down, wrapping around her waist. I lifted her into my arms while her lips danced with mine, heat and desire mixing together. I took one step forward, pinning her against the wall, running one hand down her side, keeping the other firmly on her lower back, and pressing her into me.
I knew she could feel just how badly I wanted her, by the bulge that was straining against my zipper.
Her door opened, but I didn't pull away from the kiss right away, not from her having her body pressed against mine as tightly as I could either. Sucking her lower lip between my teeth, I slowly pulled back. She let out the breathiest, tiniest moan and I swear I almost came in my fucking pants.
I hadneverheard something so fucking sexy in all my life.
A loud, aggressive throat clearing snapped her out of the heated gaze she was giving me as we broke apart. I slid her dangerously slowly down my body, letting her feel everything. Letting her feel me.
“What happened to friends, Fia?” He sounded pissed, and I could feel the indignant stare, but I simply couldn’t take my eyes off her. It was magnificent watching her face as emotions hit her. I watched as a blush crept up her cheeks, embarrassed, and annoyed, and then something akin to guilt crossed her features. That snapped me out of my staring at her, at the memorization of her face.
I stepped in front of her, my arms making sure she stayed behind me, shielding her from him. No one would make her feel guilty for something she wanted to do. I’d make damn sure of that.
Not even family.
“You may be her brother, but she’s agrown woman!” He scoffed, so I plowed the fuck right on ahead, “She told me about taking things slowly, and building on trust and friendship first. I am more than willing to give her anything she wants. Including waiting as long as she needs.” I peeked over my shoulder at her, giving her a wink.
“I’m fully aware she’s seeing a therapist to help with the trauma after what her ex did; she filled me in on quite a bit tonight. Don’t worry though, she’s not scaring me off. She’s more than worth it.” I kept my eyes locked on Eddie. He needed to understand that I understood the gem his sister was. I understood the priceless treasure she was. But he needed to know I’d keep her safe and protected.
From any threat.
