“Oh, why, thank you.” She mockingly curtsies. “What would a meek woman do without such kindness?”
Even with my help, she fumbles on the step, and I catch her, steadying her with my hands. “Probably fall.”
She tilts her head in agreement. “Touché.”
We thank the man for the ride, and I throw him a few hundred for a tip.
Wrapping my hand around hers, I lead her into the nice, warm house.
“Are you hungry? Do you want anything to drink?” I ask her as we kick off our shoes and hang up our coats.
She contemplates for a moment before asking, “A glass of wine maybe?”
Nodding, I walk into the kitchen and fetch a stemless glass from the cupboard. Quickly pouring her a glass of moscato, I hand it to her, opting out of one for myself.
“You don’t want any?” she asks as she sets the glass down and hops up onto the counter of the island. She tips her glass back and downs almost the entire thing.
Memories of the other night flash in my mind. If we had had ten more minutes that night …
The thought trails off when Kat clears her throat, and I realize I have been staring at her this whole time without saying anything.
Letting impulsive feelings guide my actions, I walk over to her, all while locking onto those incredible eyes. I position myself between her thighs, pressing my lower stomach into the counter. Her breathing immediately quickens, and I lightly rest my hands on the crease of her hips.
“I don’t want anything to affect even a single moment with you,” I whisper near her lips, hovering inches away from mine.
“Why are you like this?” she asks with a sharp tone that catches me off guard.
Squeezing her thighs softly, I scoff, “Like what?”
She leans down, closing the gap between our lips. “So incredibly … ugh, frustrating.”
This time, I laugh. “I’m frustrating?”
She squints her eyes at me. “You know exactly what you’re doing, Noelle.”
Sliding my thumbs down toward the crotch of her jeans, I press in just enough to make her react. “I don’t know what you mean at all, love. If anything, I never know what I’m doing when it comes to you.”
She seems almost hurt by my words, and I need to clarify what I said.
Lifting my hands from her legs, I cup her face with my hands and pull her forehead to mine. “I don’t mean that I don’t know what I want with you. That’s not it at all, Kat. I know that when you’re near me, I can’t think of anything else. Every night, when you come to bed, wearing some sexy lacy PJ set, I fucking die inside.” I let my left hand drop, catching her V-neck shirt and sliding it off of one shoulder—no bra strap and no bra. “If you were my girl, I wouldn’t have rolled over and gone to sleep. I would have shown you what it was like for you to bemine.”
My Kit Kat breaks. She inhales sharply before crashing her lips against mine. Her hands slide into my hair, pulling me even tighter against her.
I kiss her roughly and desperately, needing more. Her lips part for a mere second, and I waste no time in swiping my tongue along hers. We move perfectly together, like we were made to do exactly this.
She pulls back for a moment, and I see her pupils are completely blown with lust. Panting, she asks, sass laced in her tone, “And what exactly would beingyourslook like?”
Words won’t explain it well enough. I’ll just have to show her.
I grip the bottom of her shirt, hesitating enough to look at her for permission. She gulps, then nods, her lips parting again.
Slowly, I lift the shirt up. Meeting her eyes, I expose her breasts and lift the shirt over her head. Tossing it to the ground, I don’t look at her bare chest yet.
“Are you sure you want to find out?” I tease her as I run my fingers up her soft stomach and graze the bottoms of her perfect tits.
Her bottom lip protrudes as she sighs and whispers, “Yesss, please.”
Tingles run down my spine when I hear her beg. Cupping both of her breasts, I brush my thumbs over her hardened nipples. An almost-inaudible whimper whispers in my ears. Sliding a hand around her back, I pull her to me and suck her nipple into my mouth while continuing to tease the other with my thumb.
