I raise my brows. “I’m sure I have no idea what you’re referring to.”
Sipping my espresso with feigned innocence, I see Kady trying to read my thoughts.
Kady’s eyes blaze with curiosity as she takes a drink of her spritz. “She was trying to pick you up, wasn’t she?”
I answer honestly. “Maybe. But I told her I was here with my girlfriend and that I wasn’t interested.”
Based on the gape of her open mouth, bright blue eyes wide in surprise, I think I may have said the wrong thing.
She stammers. “Did you just use the “G” word, Gavin?”
My laugh bursts out of my chest, a feeling of exhilaration and pleasure zinging through my veins.
I try to remain nonchalant and shrug. “Don’t get your panties in a twist and get over yourself. I used whatever means necessary to throw her off my trail.”
She slugs a small fist into my bicep, causing me to grab my arm as I lunge away from her. Tough little wildcat.
“Whoa there, Kitty…it’s nothing to get violent over,” I muse.
“May I remind you, it’s a little difficult to get my panties in a twist when I’m not wearing any, isn’t it?”
I begin to choke and cough, the hot liquid I just swallowed heading down the wrong pipe. I grab a napkin from the canister on the table and dab at the mess I made.
Kady smirks at me as she finishes her Aperol spritz, taking the slice of orange out of the glass, and sucking it between her lips seductively. Great, now all I can think about is the taste of orange and peach on her tongue and skin.
“Why do you call me Kitty?” she asks, licking the orange stickiness off her mouth, her tongue sweeping around her wet lips.
“Fuck, you know you’re killing me,” I say, trying to adjust my thickening cock in my pants covertly under the table. “I don’t know, it just popped in my head after we kissed. After I watched you licking at the ice cream cone. The words sound similar. Kady and Kitty. And you’re quite the wildcat in my book. You’re sexy. Kittenish. A little feral.”
This earns me a sensual grin. “I like that. Keep going.”
I laugh. “I may not have known you long, but I do know you’re very independent. You’re self-assured. You’re not clingy and needy like some women I know. I guess you remind me of a cat in that way.”
Leaning in, I press my lips into her neck, tasting her skin there. “Plus, your pussy tastes so good.”
Apparently, my whisper wasn’t as quiet as I thought it was, because I hear the old man next to us clear his throat and we both break out in laughter.
God, this girl is so easy to be with. I want to enjoy every single minute I have with her. Give her everything I can while we’re together, so when she leaves, she can take a piece of me with her.
Already knowing it may be a piece of my heart.
