It didn’t seem like they could get any closer until Duncan grabbed her thigh and drew her to him. The bulge in the front of his pants pressed against her lower stomach. A thrum reverberated across her body, and she didn’t recognize they were moving until the cool edge of her kitchen counter touched her back.
Before he could lift her onto the surface she said, “Not near the food. Not near the food.”
She pushed him toward the living room, and along the way both their shirts came off. When he fell backward onto the couch, she didn’t hesitate before straddling him. The way her legs were spread heightened her need, and she pressed herself against Duncan’s thigh to relieve the pressure.
Low moans followed as she slowly moved herself up and down his hard thigh. Warmth and sparks flooded her body.
“Is this how you’d ride my face?” he whispered against her ear as he grabbed her hips in that unforgiving hold.
The thought of his tongue and mouth against her made her increase the pressure and quicken her pace.
“That’s it. Take what you need,” he said.
She wanted to respond to the alluring timbre of his voice by breathing his name, but she bit her lip instead and continued swiveling against the slabs of muscle underneath her.
He ran kisses down her neck and bare shoulders before unfastening her bra. “Fuck,” he said, squeezing her exposed breasts.
“Harder.”
He responded by giving her pert nipples a pinch. The spark of pain directly shot to her clit, and she grabbed his shoulder to stabilize herself.
“I swear to God, if you come from just this…” he said, cutting himself off to take a nipple into his mouth.
Reaching down, she touched the front of his pants, but before she could explore or tease him, the distinct buzz of her phone caught her attention.
She froze.
“What’s up?” Duncan asked, pulling away.
Reaching for her cell phone on the side table, she read the message on the screen. “Shit.” Covering her breasts with her arm, Retta got up from Duncan’s lap. “They’re on their way.”
Her brother and his kids would arrive thirty minutes before she’d expected them. She turned on all the living room lights, and Duncan tossed her bra. He picked up his beer bottle and returned the coasters before straightening the shifted books on the coffee table.
Once her bra and shirt were on, Retta opened the blinds and placed the throw pillows back on the sofa. She escaped to the bathroom and washed her hands and made sure she didn’t look like she’d been doing what she’d been doing. God, her intention had simply been to make out with the man.
When she returned to the living area, Duncan was wearing his T-shirt once again and the kitchen counters were clear of the pizza boxes and bottles. There was no sign that he’d stepped foot in the apartment. Well, except the fact that he was still in her home.
“We probably shouldn’t do that again, right?” she said, laughing awkwardly and avoiding eye contact.
He smiled, rubbing the back of his neck.
“Not because it wasn’t good,” she quickly added. “I was close to…”
“Coming? Yeah, I could sense that.”
“I’m sure it would’ve been great, but maybe it’s for the best it didn’t happen because once you see someone’s orgasm face it’s hard toturn back time.”
Duncan tilted his head. “What’s that sound you made?”
“Sorry, that was my Cher impression. I don’t know why I did that… What I’m trying to say is this is a unique situation and we don’t want to muddy the waters.”
She was already unsettled about her attraction to him, adding sex wouldn’t help.
He nodded. “I agree.”
“Good,” she said, fidgeting with her glasses. “You should probably go before—”
The apartment door buzzed.
