I kissed her back, just as unhurried, letting the feeling over her take over. She was wearing a simple T-shirt dress today, oversized until I pressed the fabric against her skin. I couldfeel the elastic edge of her panties when I ran my hand over her backside. Were they cotton or lace? I wanted to know. Cautiously, I edged my hand down her thigh, found the hem of her dress, and snuck underneath. My fingertips brushed over the curve of elastic around her bottom. Cotton. Sweet, soft cotton.
Erin gasped.
I eased back and searched her face. “Do you want me to stop?”
“Don’t.” She crushed her lips back on mine. “Don’t stop kissing me, either.”
Her arm stayed slung around my shoulders, and I worked her up to sitting on the vanity, her leg hooked around my thigh. Her mouth was coming for me red hot. We’d kissed before. Plenty of nights were spent on the sofa, pretending to watch TV, but cuddling instead. My hands had explored just about everywhere on top of her clothes. Every bump, every curve—I knew them. But underneath… No, I’d never dared to go there.
Erin’s heart hammered against my bare chest. Her tiny pants and the claw of her fingers urged me to take more. Too bold, I edged my hand around to slip two fingers over the cotton hiding her pussy. Her gasp was even sharper this time.
I said, “Stop?” but she shook her head.
“Do it again.”
I circled my fingers over the spot she wanted.
“U-under the, um…” She panted. “Under.”
I groaned. This was the best moment of my life. “You want me to touch your pussy?” I slipped my fingers into her panties. She had a patch of dark hair there, but smooth skin was waiting just below. My fingers turned slick. “Bloody hell, Erin.” I bit my growl into her neck.
Ilikedthis. I liked this alot.
She rocked her hips against my hand. “Yeah.” The breathless sighs she panted into my hair begged for more. She got it.
I kissed her neck. “Do I make you feel good?”Please say yes.I needed to hear someone wanted me around right now.
Her head fell back. “God, yes.”
My cock tented the towel and nudged into her thigh. I ignored it and focused on swirling her pretty clit. “One day, we’re going to do this when I can lay you out in front of me,” I whispered. “No more sneaking time together in the bathroom.”
Her hips rocked harder. “Oh?”
“I’m going to treat you so good.”
As my fingers taunted her closer and closer to the edge, the next time she moaned, it was an “OhGod.” Her fingernails dug into my neck, and her mouth searched for mine, demanding I kiss her as she shuddered to a climax on my fingers.
I stopped myself from whispering again that I loved her by burying my face against her neck and listening to the soft moans mingling with those slow breaths. It was a perfect moment. I didn’t want to ruin it.
20
That Distracted Conversation in Summer
Erin
“Thank you for agreeingto meet me,” Jeremy said.
If I didn’t know better, I’d think he was nervous. He’d smoothed his silk tie more than once since greeting me at the front of the cafe. His suit and slicked-back hair looked out of place in this quaint corner of Richmond. Everyone else wore jeans—including me.
Jeremy pulled out the chair and muttered, “You certainly are casual tonight,” as he motioned for me to sit down.
“This isn’t a date,” I said. “I wasted enough years of my life dressing up and doing my hair for you not to notice.” I dropped the bouquet of roses he’d shoved at me earlier onto the table and pulled out a different chair for myself.
Jeremy sighed. “Erin, can we please stop playing these games?”
My eyebrows popped up. Who was playing games? Not me. “You didn’t bother calling for any of your video chats with Til all week, and you didn’t give me any notice you were here and wanted to talk about arrangements for her.”
That was the only reason I’d agreed to meet him for this bullshit “dinner” on his latest trip to town. I had no interest in seeing him. In fact, if we could finally settle on days for visits and nights for video calls, I could see him even less. Or not at all—even better.
