She shifted from foot to foot, raking her hand through her hair. Light perspiration created a luminous sheen on her face and her lips were swollen from me sucking on them. Goddamn, she was perhaps the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen.
Especially since she appeared a little off kilter, her eyes open wide.
“You kept my thong.”
“I did. Do you want it back?” I dared pull the sexy lace from my pocket, pulling the material to my mouth and nose.
Her laugh was subtle at first then turned wilder with every passing second. When she rolled her fingers down her chest while turning and offering a salacious look, I could tell she was losing control. In all the women I’d been with over the years, none had gone from zero to one thousand with her level of desire.
The fabulous girl was drunk on pheromones. And every whiff I took of her scent pushed me closer to losing control of my own faculties.
Somehow, I doubted I’d endear myself to her parents if I shifted in the middle of the dinner table. But it would be an experience to see their faces.
“No,” she whispered as she curled her fingers, rolling them past the slit on her dress. I watched in awe as her eyelids half closed while she stroked her wet pussy.
I knew it was wet because her scent continually filtered into my nostrils driving me fucking nuts. My mouth was on fire, my tongue swollen and eager to quench my thirst and my cock was aching to the point that now I was the one shifting from foot to foot. This was insane.
Every moan was audacious and every time her eyelashes skimmed across her cheeks, I thought for certain I was going to lose control. I did my best to remain a gentleman while she gyrated on her hand. Why wasn’t I the one pleasuring her?
“Mmm…” When she was finished driving me crazy, she lifted her hand into the light, showing me her glistening fingers. Even wiggling them to torment me. Then she made the mistake of shoving them into her mouth making lewd noises.
Now I was the one sweating like some fucking pig.
I watched in awe and horror as she continued licking her fingers clean and just when I thought I couldn’t take it any longer, she sprang toward me, jumping into my arms.
I’d been kissed by a girl before. Hell, there usually wasn’t a game where a couple of puck bunnies didn’t try to plant one or five onme, but this wasn’t just a kiss. This was her tongue sliding down the back of my throat, her body molded with mine perfectly and every sound she made affirmed that she belonged to me.
Or maybe the other way around.
I wrapped my arms around her, keeping her pinned against me, but the girl was stronger than she looked. Certainly much stronger than when I’d first met her. She wiggled to the point I was caught off guard, my body pitched back and forth, finally slamming against the door.
Did I hear a bell somewhere?
Oh, what did it matter?
She moaned as she shifted, her knees pressed so tightly against me I could barely breathe. I could tell her feet were locked together and the way she tore at my hair was a dazzling invitation.
Sudden movement caught the corner of my eye, but it was too late for me to recover.
The door was thrown open and the two of us lost our balance since we’d been leaning against it.
Down we went.
Hard.
While the kiss was broken, it wasn’t without a tiny whine escaping my mate’s lips. She stared at me with wild eyes, her hunger completely evident and totally off the charts.
And boy, did she look like a wild animal. Absolutely adorable.
“Christine,” came the chastising female voice.
Very slowly Christine lifted her head, her expression changing one hundred and eighty degrees. “Well, hello, Mother. How are you?”
The two women glared at each other and I could barely keep from laughing. So this was how their relationship was played out. Why did I have a feeling I’d be the referee by the end of the night?
This entire situation was dangerous to my career.
Hell, being with her was dangerous to my love life. Who was I kidding?
