A lustful haze clouded her orbs.
“Yesss,” she mumbled.
“Go on a date with me, Kit.”
“We’re stuck inside,” she stated, leaning into me to hide her flushed cheeks and dewy skin.
I shrugged. “Which will only fuel my creativity. I don’t need excuses, sweet baby. I need answers.”
“I love my job, Fohr–”
My name falling off her lips was icing on the cake. I wanted to push her swimsuit aside and drive my hammer up her walls. But, I remained still. I had a lifetime to fuck her body. For now, I wanted nothing more than to fuck her mind something awful. If done right, I’d have unrestricted access to her well.
“And, admittedly, I love the idea of allowing you to have your way with me, but my head and my heart are both advising me to keep things strictly professional.”
“One of them is lying to you, Kit. You’re in my arms, your legs are around my waist, and your pussy is pressed against my dick– I’m not sure if you’ve noticed but you are not keeping still. You’ve run the length of it twice since you opened your mouth. We’re past professional.”
“I am your maid.” She sighed, closing her eyes.
I placed my lips near her left ear.
“Who was made for love,” I expressed.
When I pulled back, her eyes were on mine, again.
“It seeps through your pores. Your spirit has been beckoning for me since I saw her. You’re a woman that doesn’t deserve lonesomeness, even as a form of protection. You deserve to be pampered, cared for, and loved like there’s no tomorrow. Kit, I have a feeling I can be the guy that gives that to you. And, without a doubt, I understand what it is you can give me.”
Overcome with uncertainty and emotions, she turned away from me. Her chest rose and fell, unhurriedly. I guided her eyes back to mine by turning her head with my index finger.
Our lips grazed. I rested my head against her forehead, attempting to settle the riot within me. I failed.Miserably.
I pressed my lips against hers. Her neck stretched as she accepted the new level we’d reached with the confidence I was beginning to expect from only her because there was nothing else in the world like it.
Currencies and unfamiliar frequencies began attacking me at once. My adrenaline pumped as my blood rushed to both my brain and my dick. I was in sensory overload by the time I parted her lips with my tongue. She tasted like the red wine she was consuming.
“Ummm–”
I melted against her.Intoher.Forher.Withher.
Fuck.
She was delectable. I got lost in her invitation for a deeper connection. My hands roamed in places they shouldn’t have. My tongue touched places it wasn’t prepared to touch. My mind went places it wasn’t meant to go.
Not yet. Not yet, Fohr.
Kit clung to me as if life without my intrusion simply wasn’t worth living. As if she wanted me. As if she craved me. As if she prayed for me. As if she anticipated me. As if she needed me. As if she pinned me at the top of her vision board at the start of each new year.
Shit, girl.I groaned inside, knowing exactly where we were headed if we continued to exchange passion.
I pulled back, freeing Kit from my folds. Her fate was already written, but this was not the way I wanted to seal it. She deserved better than a few advances and the proposal of courtship.
Shallow breaths constricted and then expanded her chest. The glass she once clutched was in the water, floating beside us. Wrinkles creased her forehead. The weariness on her face was gutting. I quickly put it to rest with another kiss. This time, I minimized the pain of our disconnection by simply pecking her lips.
I lowered her onto her feet, knowing that I needed to put distance between us. I climbed out and began mentally preparing for the night ahead. The sadness in her eyes as I stood over her on the ledge of the pool nearly made me reconsider my exit.
“I want you in the theater room at eight, Kit. And, I’m not asking you, sweet baby. This is not up for discussion. Eight. Understood?”
She inhaled as she nodded. “Yes. But– dinner? What about dinner?”
