As Dani rubs the back of her head, she contemplates my suggestion.
“Okay, Leighton. Let’s do this.” She stands in front of the countertop, and I reach to lift her. She gets her legs into position, and I stand to pivot.
Fuck. Once again, there’s no room to maneuver any which way. Sure, my face is in direct contact with what would be her pussy, but as she’s fully dressed, this doesn’t have the same effect. Just as I’m about to lean her against the wall, Dani smacks her head against it. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
“Oof.” I instantly try to step back away from the wall. Her body slides between myself and the wall, and she’s once again at eye level. The expression on her face has me bursting into laughter, and she quickly follows suit.
“Epic… Fail!” she spits out between gasps of air, and all I can do is nod my head in agreement.
She reaches up to rub her head, and guilt spreads through me. “Are you okay?”
“I’ll live. But let’s chalk that up to a position I never want to be put into again. Either I’m not limber enough, or it’s entirely impossible. Either way, it loses its sexiness, don’t ya think?”
“Kind of does take the spontaneity out of it, doesn’t it? You might want to consider rewriting that scene in your book.” I release her legs and help her slide her body down mine.
“No kidding.” But her eyes suddenly darken with desire. “What do you say to helping me figure out another position instead?” She traces her finger down my chest and pulls at my belt buckle.
“I think I could happily oblige, Miss Charlotte Ann. Anything for the sake of research.”
