“Hungry?” he asked.
“More turned on than hungry.” The words came from low in her throat and rumbled through the air, straight to his groin.
“Can’t have that.” He lifted the hem of her dress higher to the crease of her thighs, and reached up so his hands were at the waistband of her panties.
Then he kissed her. Or she kissed him. They were both actively involved in every aspect of that kiss, so it was hard to say who did which part. Somehow her panties came off—the logistics were a little fuzzy given that she kissed him silly while he maneuvered the soft cotton over her thighs.
“Funny.” He kissed a trail along her inner thigh, up to the curve of her hip, then back to the V between her legs. “I’m feeling hungry now.”
“Then you should eat,” she said, breathy. He settled her deeper on the counter, hooked her legs over his shoulders, and tasted. Savored. Built her up with his mouth.
Her hands gripped his hair, giving their own version of instruction, pulling him tighter when he hit a good spot, redirecting when she was ready to go to the next level.
He loved this. Loved being in control, but also loved giving it over to her. Giving it when he knew intuitively that she would show him what she needed.
“Holy shit, you two.” Knox’s voice cut through everything.
Bax stopped sucking and licking.
Fuck.
Fuck. Fuck.
Courtney’s whole body seemed to freeze in place, her legs holding his head in a vise.
“Could you at least put a tie on the goddamned door or something?” Knox hollered, but his footsteps were carrying him farther away. “My eyes. I’m blind. Fucking blind. I can’t ever unseethat. And I have to eat in that kitchen. What the fuck? Why do you both hate me so much?”
“I think we should probably use a room with a door and a lock in the future,” Courtney said, horror infusing each syllable.
“That’s it,” Knox continued. “I’m going to the pink house. I don’t even care if the pink carpet smells like piss. No one will be giving head on those countertops unless it’sme!” The front door slammed.
Courtney’s grip on Bax’s head lessened enough for him to remove his face from between her legs and resettle her skirt.
“Did he see anything?” she asked.
“Uh.” Bax wet his lips… for what he’d been doing, suddenly they seemed pretty dry. “My face was covering.” He made a circular motion around her groin area. “I think he just saw the back of my head and the… positioning.”
“I have to move to Antarctica,” Courtney said, a little dazed.
“I think we should probably eat some pasta and call it a night,” Bax suggested, because with the way this night was progressing, they needed to nip it in the bud.
“I’ve had some fucked-up dates,” Courtney said. “Done some really weird stuff.”
Okay, what now?
“But this is the strangest night I’ve ever had.”
Him too. As far as first dates went, this one was a doozy.
Chapter Eighteen
Bax
Somebody—probablyKnox—left the lights in the hallway on.
Bax rolled out of bed to see what the hell Knox was up to now. His earlier exodus only lasted about twenty minutes because the pink house had a fairly invasive urine-carpet scent in the bathrooms. Also, he figured that amount of time gave Bax and Courtney long enough to get themselves together.
Read: remove his face from between her legs.
