Ainsley tugs my T-shirt and pulls me inside the house. Pushing me against the door as it closes, she lifts onto her toes and kisses me again, hungry and urgent. Her hands roam under the hem of my shirt, skating over my skin. My body shivers under her soft touch.
I’d spent many nights in high school imagining what she’d feel like, what it’d be like to touch her in all the ways I’m getting to now. To kiss her, to hold her.
To tell her that I was in love with her.
I was, back then.
I was too chicken shit to tell her, and then I never got the chance. Everything fell apart. But now...things have come back together in the most unexpected, wonderful way.
I can feel myself falling again.
But I can’t move too fast. This is the only chance I’m going to get, the only one she’ll allow me. I don’t want to rush this, and scare her away.
I ease back, and gaze down at her. Her lips are swollen, and her cheeks are flushed.
“What’s wrong?” Ainsley’s chest heaves. “Why are you stopping?”
My hands smooth over her face, stroking her soft cheeks. “Let me take you out to dinner tonight.”
Her eyebrows jump. “Like, on a date?”
I nod. “We’ll eat, and hold hands. You’ll let me open doors for you, and I’ll walk you to your door at the end of the night.” I press a chaste kiss to the tip of her nose. “Will you go on a date with me, Ainsley Morgan?”
A pink flush crawls up her neck into her cheeks as she smirks. “Do I have to get dressed up?”
I chuckle. “Do you want to?”
Her nose scrunches. “Let’s do something that’s more our style. I don’t need to be wined and dined.”
“I love that.”
Ideas rush into my brain, but I push them down. Right now, I’m here to help with the house.
I spin her around by her shoulders, and give her a light nudge. “Go put pants on so we can get started. I can’t concentrate with my dick poking a hole through my underwear.”
Ainsley tears her shirt over her head and spins around to face me as she walks backward toward the stairs. “Am I distracting you, Fletcher?”
Fuck. Me.
I lick my lips as my gaze snags on her perfect nipples. “Yes, very much so.”
“Maybe we should take care of that problem.” She slides her fingers along the waistband of her striped boy shorts. “You know, so we can fully concentrate on the house stuff.”
My feet move toward her without me realizing I’m even walking. “That’s a good idea. Wouldn’t want to mess anything up by not focusing.”
She turns and heads upstairs, and I follow her, like a helpless man being lured by a Siren at sea, mesmerized by the sway of her hips.
When we reach her bedroom, my patience snaps. I devour her mouth, sliding my tongue between her lips to part them, searching for the sweet lingering taste of her hazelnut coffee. Iyank on her scrunchie and her hair cascades around us. I sink one hand into her wild strands, cradling her head, while the other splays out on the small of her back, holding her body close against mine.
Ainsley claws at my shirt, trying to pull it over my head. I tear it off the rest of the way while she drops to her knees, pulling down my shorts and boxers with one sweep. Stepping out of my shoes, I kick my clothes to the side, gazing down at her while she blinks up at me with fire in her hazel eyes.
Without breaking eye contact, Ainsley leans in and drags her tongue against my length.
My hips jerk and my mouth drops open as a low groan escapes me.
Then she sucks me all the way into her mouth, and my legs threaten to buckle. “Fuck, you look so sexy on your knees with my cock in your mouth.”
I grip her hair in one hand, keeping it out of her face while she works me with her tongue, moaning around me like she’s just as turned on as I am. I stroke her cheek with my free hand, loving the way her jaw stretches open to take me deeper. My head hits the back of her throat, and she forces me further until she gags.
