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“Well, it wasn’t a long one, anyway. ” Jesse pulled her to him, leading her to the living room, enjoying her soft weight against his side.
The soft silk of her dress slid against his hands, and when he sat her on the couch, the hem rode just below the crotch of her panties. Cream colored as well, silk. He was betting it was a thong.
“You kissed the bride. ” Her surprising comment had his brows lifting in surprise.
He had kissed the bride. Long and deep, to her complete surprise and shocked arousal.
“Yeah, I did. ” He knelt at her feet, removing the high-heeled shoes from her small feet.
“That was so decadent,” she bit out. “Kissing her that way, with your tongue. You made her horny. ”
He smothered his laughter. “That was the point,” he whispered up at her as he caressed the slight welts on the side of her foot.
She pouted. She had such an intriguing pout, and used it on him often.
“I promise not to kiss Ella again. ” His hand stroked her calf as he felt a small tremor work over her body.
“Sax fucked her. He was at the wedding, of course,” she bit out. “I knew she couldn’t hold out. She gave in too easily. ”
She sounded angry with Ella, though Jesse knew she was more than happy that her friend had finally found some happiness.
“You, of course, would be much harder to convince?” he asked her, careful to keep his voice even, his hand on her calf comforting rather than arousing.
She leveled a hard look at him. “I am not so easy. ”
That was sure as hell the truth. He murmured consoling words, though, massaging her foot, well aware of how the heels made her feet ache.
“I’m not your sister. ” She jerked her foot from his grasp, staring down at him angrily. “Stop treating me like one. ”
“Keep it up and I’ll turn you over my knee and paddle your ass. ” He jerked her foot back. “Now what has you so upset? I thought you were happy for Ella. ”
“I am. ” She was pouting again, watching him darkly.
“Then what’s your problem?” he asked her again.
“You’ve never kissed me like that,” she finally bit out, her cheeks blooming with a flush. “Why haven’t you?”
He pursed his lips. Her breasts were moving quickly beneath her dress, her nipples hard, poking impatiently at the light fabric. He allowed his hand to stroke higher along the inside of her leg.
“Because,” he whispered. “I can never decide where to put my tongue first. ”
She blinked, confusion filling her expression. “What?” Her question was almost a gasp.
“You heard me. ” His hand stroked to her thigh. “Do I take your lips and plunge my tongue into your mouth, Terrie, or do I push it as deep and as hard up your pussy as I can, and suck all that sweet cream into my mouth? Deciding is a bitch. ”
Her mouth opened, her thighs tensed. He watched as she fought to breathe, to draw in air to counter the arousal he saw surging in her gaze. He parted her thighs then, his cock jerking at the sight of the damp spot on the silk of her panties. His gaze rose back to hers.
“Do you want that, Terrie? My mouth buried in your cunt, my tongue fucking you to orgasm?” Her thighs opened farther as a strangled moan whispered past her throat.
“Please,” she whispered, and his cock surged in joy then throbbed in disappointment as he gently closed her thighs.
“Remind me when you’re sober, Terrie. ” He stood to his feet, staring down at her shocked expression. “I won’t fuck you drunk. Sober up, then call me. But don’t be surprised if you find out exactly why Sax was at that wedding, and what he’s most likely doing right now to your friend’s climaxing body. You won’t play with me, Terrie,” he warned her softly.
He turned and left the room, then the house. If he didn’t, he knew he would fuck her, knew he would drive his cock so deep and hard inside her she would scream for her orgasm. And he couldn’t. Not yet. She hadn’t seduced him; she didn’t want it enough. When she did, well then, he grinned, then he would give her everything he had ever dreamed she could take.
