She stares at me for one…two…three heartbeats before she stands from her chair and moves to stand directly in front of me. I adjust myself in my chair, extending my legs and tilting my head to meet her stare.
She leans down, one hand on the side of my neck and the other resting on my thigh. The contact forces my eyes closed and I suck in a deep breath, inhaling the smell of honeysuckle radiating off her. Her hands on me successfully put me at ease while burning me right to my core.
“Griffin,” she whispers.
Opening my eyes, I burn all over as her whiskey eyes bore into mine. Even in the moonlight, they fucking burn with desire.
“Was married,” she repeats with confirmation, her hand that was on my neck coming up to the side of my cheek. “I was divorced long before I moved out of the city. That was my past. It’s staying there and I have no plans on ever bringing it into my future.”
My head leans into her touch before turning to face her hand and kissing the inside of her palm. A silent answer from me that I understand.
I do.
She moves to sit on my one thigh, and I keep my eyes locked on hers the same way she does mine as she removes my baseball cap and rakes her hand through my hair.
“I’ve always wondered what you have under this hat of yours,” she says with a light laugh.
“Have you?”
She nods. “I mean…the cowboy hat is hot. And the way you wear this thing backward is definitely hotter. Mostly when you do that move where you flip the visor to the back. Mm-hmm,” she practically moans, bringing both hands up and running them through my hair.
“Blair,” I warn, shifting in my seat because her words are stirring even more inside of me.
“Yes?” she asks in a challenging tone.
I take my hand off the armrest of the chair and place it on her knee where the hem of her skirt sits. “You’re sitting on my lap.” Islowly move my palm under her skirt and up her leg, giving it a squeeze when I reach mid-thigh. “You’re on my porch.” My hand travels farther. “Telling me things I’ve wanted to hear from your lips for a while now.”
“You’ve been wanting to hear that I’ve thought about what’s under your hats?” she jokes.
“Your past,” I say, leaning close enough to her lips that if she moved an inch, they would touch. “And the fact that it’s staying there.”
Her breath catches in her throat.
“It is,” she whispers against my lips, repositioning herself on my lap and forcing my fingertips to graze her wet panties. “And, in case you needed to hear it one more time… It’s staying there and I have no plans on ever bringing it into my future.”
I exhale whatever I was holding it and let my head fall to her chest. Her arms wrap around my neck as if she’s holding me up when I’m the one sitting under her. I feel her head move before I feel her breath on the shell of my ear.
“Are you going to touch me or not, Angry Cowboy?”
I groan into her, using one hand to tug the neckline of her light sweater down to expose her collarbone to me before pressing my lips to the sensitive spot. She practically moans, and I take it as an invitation to hook a finger into the side of her panties, and I can already feel my cock hardening with the one small move.
Blair is soaked.
I lift my head to meet her stare. She brings her bottom lip between her teeth and I don’t stop watching her as I swipe one digit through her slick pussy lips before landing on her bundle of nerves. Her back arches while her head falls back, and I take the opportunity to bring my mouth to the pounding pulse in her neck, forcing a moan out of her.
“This what you wanted, sweetheart?” I say against her skin, putting pressure on her clit with languid circles. “My handsinside this dripping tight cunt and claiming you out here on this porch?”
“Jesus,” she breathes out, her hand moving to rest on my shoulder as if she needs to find her balance.
I work my finger quicker against her clit, putting more pressure on it because there’s nothing I want more at this moment than seeing her fall apart for me on my lap. Her hips buck against my hand as if she’s chasing her pleasure. My cock throbs in my jeans, begging for a release as it’s been far too long since a woman has had this effect on me.
“Answer the question,” I practically growl out.
“Yes,” she pants. “Yes. This is what I want. My god, this feels so good.”
I move my hand quickly and shove two fingers deep inside of her. Her hand on my shoulder claws at my skin as she fists my shirt. She repositions herself, allowing me full access to fuck her with my fingers while I sit up taller for a better angle.
“Just me and you here, sweetheart. When you tell me this feels so good, you better be screaming my name andonlymy name. Understood?”
