I kiss along her jaw and down her neck, my hands begging to lift her sexy little sundress up to see what she has on underneath.
Are they the white lace panties, like the ones I snuck into my back pocket when we were folding up the blankets after the drive-in movie?
Or are they like the pink ones with flowers that she wore to bed last night, giving me a naughty sneak peek during our reading date on FaceTime when I asked what she was wearing under the T-shirt of mine.
“How am I supposed to go back and listen to the read aloud ofWhen The Sun Setsall hot and bothered?” Her voice is breathy, and I know by the way she fists the fabric of my station T-shirt that she doesn’t want me to stop.
“You just need something to take the edge off,” I say, lining kisses along the scar on her collarbone.
“You know, I was going to talk to the author about what I told you last weekend.”
Rumi mentioned having an idea for a children’s book about a chameleon that teaches kids about different emotions, and I’m happy to hear she’s still thinking about it and not writing it off as a “silly dream” like she tried doing with me.
“Are you, now?” I whisper as I bend to kiss across her chest, sliding my tongue against her soft skin.
I may or may not have mentioned Rumi’s idea to Ava, along with this author event I saw on a flyer posted on the bulletin board at the fire station.
I’ve realized with Ava’s scheming that if I can’t beat her, then I might as well join her.
“I thought you’d be more surprised,” she whispers, running her fingers through my hair, pulling lightly at the ends, causing me to look up at her.
“By you? Not at all.” I kiss her nose. “I can read you likemyfavorite book, which will be the oneyouwrite. You’re going to go talk to that author to get this ball rolling with publishing your own children’s book.” I nip at her lips, fisting the fabric of her sundress. “But I need to make you come first.”
She gasps, but I swallow it, kissing her hard before sucking her bottom lip into my mouth. Every time I taste her, I’m hit with the highest high—one I never want to come down from.
I lift her dress, not having time to tease her like I did at the drive-in—or how I plan on doing tomorrow. Right now, I just need my fix of her, quick and dirty.
Feeling her through her panties, I groan at how wet she already is just from my mouth, both the way I’m kissing her and the dirty things I whisper into her ear.
“So wet for me,” I whisper, her head leaning back on the shelf behind us as I circle her clit through her underwear.
“You do that so well,” she praises, and it hits me right in the cock, loving her praise as much as I love praising her.
Pulling her underwear to the side, I push two fingers inside of her, eliciting the most beautiful gasp. She bites her lip as I continue to circle her clit with my thumb, trying to stay quiet. I kiss down her neck, sucking on that sensitive spot just below her ear.
“Don’t give me a hickey. Not after I teased Ava about hers.” I chuckle against her skin.
Rumi and I quickly learned we weren’t theonlyones fooling around during our double date to the drive-in theater.
“I can’t make any promises,” I say just before I bite at the spot before soothing it with my tongue.
Pumping my fingers in and out of her, she begins to move her hips with me, bringing one leg around my waist as I grab her ass, keeping her steady.
“I’m gonna come,” she breathes as she rides my fingers, and I kiss her hard, sending her right off the edge.
She moans against my mouth as she rides out her orgasm on my hand, and it takes everything in me to not embarrass myself like I did at the drive-in. “That’s my girl,” I say, pressing a kiss to her lips as she comes down, her lips moving against mine slow and languid, like we have all day.
She pulls back, her teeth sinking into her bottom lip. “Your turn.” There’s a pink flush to her cheeks and mischief in her eyes as she drops to her knees.
“Rumi, baby. You’re going to be the death of me.” My head falls back, and I can barely contain the buzzing just below my skin. “Not here.”
“What happened to fucking the word ‘sorry’ right out of my mouth?” she repeats my words from the drive-in as she looks up at me, and the dirty words on her lips may be my undoing.
“You didn’t apologize for anything.” It’s a poor excuse, but it’s all I can come up with after hearing those words come out of her mouth.
“But I’m so,sosorry,” she coos, her full lips pouting.
“For what?” I ask her, a grin on my face as she puts on this show, one I am more than happy to be an audience for.
