Page 104 of The Only Thing That's Real
“With pleasure.”
“Wrap your stump before you hump!”
My idiot friends mutter simultaneously as they leave the room, along with the two cameramen, closing the door behind them.
My knuckles skim over her cheek. “I missed you.”
“Sorry I kept you waiting.”
“I’ve been waiting thirty-eight years for you, but that was the longest six days of my life.”
She lifts to her toes and kisses me. “Why don’t you take me over to that couch and show me how much you missed me?”
“Honey, that couch has been here for years. There’s no way your skin is touching that leather.”
“I guess I’ll never know then.” Her finger draws circles over the cotton covering my heart.
“I have every intention of showing you. Just not on that couch.” I kiss her hard, my hands trailing down her back until I reach her ass.
It’s then I realize she’s in a skirt. A short skirt. My attention was so solely focused on her face, I didn’t even notice what she was wearing, but as my hands slidebeneath her skirt and find bare skin, my brain short circuits.
What the fuck?
I grip her hand in mine and take a step back, slowly spinning her around to get my first eyeful of her. White button-down shirt, black tie, black and white plaid skirt, knee-high white socks, and Mary Jane Docs. She looks like a naughty schoolgirl.
“You came here to kill me, didn’t you?”
“Does that mean you like my outfit?”
“Like doesn’t even begin to cover it.”
“I was hoping there might be a need for easy access. It’s been six days after all…”
How did I get so fucking lucky?
“I like the way you think.” Pulling her against me, I slip my hands back under her skirt and my dick nearly bursts through my jeans when I touch her bare ass. “Wrap those legs around me, baby.”
When she does, I carry her to the concrete wall. Her hands grip my hair as my lips leave a trail down her neck.
“I might have to stay away more often if this is the welcome I get.”
“The fuck you will.” As I gently press her back against the wall, my fingers find their way under the barely there piece of lace covering my holy grail. Knowing we have no time to waste, I plunge two fingers inside her wet heat while my thumb rubs circles over her clit. Her back arches in pleasure. “Now that I know what life is like with you, I’ll never go another week without you.”
“Yeah?” she purrs, grinding against my hand, wanting more.
“Every day without you in my arms is an excruciating hell.” I tease her, running my finger up and down her dripping wet pussy. “I don’t want to text you. I want to lie next to you in bed and whisper what I have to say to you.”
“We’ll see what we can do about that later. Right now, I need you.” She fumbles with my belt. “All of you.”
“I’m all yours, Ryan.”
She pouts when I remove my fingers from her warmth. A confused look crosses her features when I unwrap her legs from around my waist. She thinks I’ve changed my mind, but when her feet hit the ground, so do my knees, she gasps.
“Knox, what are you doing?”
“Showing you how much I missed you.”
Her thong falls to her ankles with the help of my fingers. I lift each of her feet as I remove it and shove the damp lace into my pocket. “We have little time and I’m not gonna rush being inside you for the first time in a week. But I will make you come and I want to hear it, Ry.”
