“Agiant?” she offered, brushing her lips against mine before breaking out into agrin.
Ilaughed. “I was going to say a tall guy, but a giant works.”
“You’realittletaller than tall,” she argued.
“I’maverage,” I said, lowering my brows and leaning back, my eyes pinned to hers.
“You’resix-foot-five.”
“Yeah,and?”
“Averageis like … six-foot, Devin.”
“God,whatever,” I laughed, rolling my eyes.
“AndI really don’t want to think about my parents, planning for me to have sex onthe dresser they bought for me when I was five. That’s gross,” she grimaced,looking down at the faded and peeling paint.
Pullingher further to its edge, pressing myself between her legs, I dropped my mouthto her ear. “Who said anything about sex?” I growled.
Shegasped, and whether that was due to my obvious ploy at seduction, or my hard-onpressed between her open thighs, I couldn’t say. I groaned and gently touchedmy lips behind her ear. Whispering kisses along her neck until I reached thesoft, hollow place between her throat and collarbone. My lips parted, tastingher delicate skin with just the tip of my tongue, drawing another gasp from herlips, accompanied by a moan. Her head tipped back, purple hair cascading overmy hands.
“Devin… I can’t …”
Istopped kissing her neck, afraid I had taken a step too far, too soon. Afraid Ihad been too pushy, too presumptive. “That’s fine. We can take itsl—”
“No,”she responded, pressing her heels against my legs. Drawing me in, as shecontradicted, “I just can’t right now … not here …”
Thosewords made me suddenly aware that her mother was sitting in the living room,just down the hallway, and I groaned. The thought of being caught, even atthirty-six, sent a bolt of charged excitement down my spine and straight to mygroin.
Islid a hand up over her back and into her hair, winding coiled tendrils ofviolet around my fingers.
“Ican be amazingly quiet when I want to be,” I whispered to prove my point, andshe groaned.
“So,you’re saying, youwantedme to hear you all those times, back at home.”
Withmy hand tangled in the mass of her impossibly soft hair, I gently pulled back,exposing the length of her throat. Arching her back. Pressing her breasts to mychest.
“Maybe,”I said, and I sank my teeth into her neck. Her sharp intake of breath wasanother surge of heat and desperation to my dick. I released and moved my mouthto her ear. “Maybe I wanted to make you jealous. Maybe I wanted you to knowwhat you were missing out on.”
Herhands were in my hair, wrenching me away from her neck. Pulling me, with astartling amount of strength, until my open mouth was over hers. Her tongueprobed deep, wrestling against mine. Grasping for the reins, fighting to wincontrol. I tugged at her hair, forcing her mouth away from mine. Her blue eyesopened, staring at me with pouty lips, open and gasping.
“Youlike that?” I growled, holding her gaze. “You like that I wanted you to hear mefuck other women?” My other hand slid between our bodies and worked urgently atthe button on my jeans.Shaking—I was shaking, and my teeth weregritting together to calm the tremors passing through my limbs.
Kylie’shands softened in my hair, loosening their grip as they slid from between thestrands and smoothed over the skin of my neck. She shook her head. “No.”
“No?”
Forfuck’s sake. Thirty-two years of getting myself undressed,and I couldn’t manage to undo my jeans with one hand. I reluctantly untangledmy hand from her hair and put it to my waist, when Kylie’s hands wrapped aroundmy fingers. I looked to her, locked onto her eyes, and she shook her head asshe placed my hands on her hips.
“Ihatedit,” she whispered as she slowly popped the button, moving evenslower as she worked the zipper down. “I hated that it wasn’t me.”
“Itshould have been you,” I responded, and without another word, without lookingaway from her eyes, I lowered to my knees. I untied her black boots and pulledthem off, one after the other. I reached up to her hips, hooked my fingers intothe waistband of her leggings and rolled them down.
Icould have watched the reveal of her legs. Witnessed the uncovering of herblack lace panties, watched as the bunch of daisies tattooed to her thigh cameinto full view. But my gaze never left her face. I didn’t want to miss thequivering of her jaw or the way her teeth sunk into her pouty lower lip. Iwanted to witness her relentless swallowing. The scraping of her teeth over herupper lip as her eyes teared up with the realization that this was happening.And maybe it wasn’t happening in the way I had envisioned it so many times, but… itwashappening.
Withher leggings on the floor, I stood up on unsteady legs, hoping my kneeswouldn’t buckle underneath me. I pulled my desperate erection from my briefsand sighed with immediate relief.
Kyliegasped, her gaze aimed downward and she surprised me with an anxious giggle.She surprised herself with the trembling of her hands as she wrapped themaround mine. “Oh God, why am I so nervous?”
