“Shit,” Rissa whispered, fanning herself.
I covered my smile when she sagged against the wall. “You good?”
She eyed me. “Boy, don’t play.”
The doors opened and an older couple stepped inside.
“Hello,” the woman said with a genuine grin.
“Hi,” Rissa and I said simultaneously.
“Wonderful night, huh?” the woman continued. “I love evenings like this.”
The man greeted me with a nod and smiled at Rissa. He wrapped his arm about the woman, pulling her to him. It was cute, kind of endearing. Reminded me of the love my father and mother shared, even after forty years of marriage.
For the first time, I thought about what it would be like to grow old with someone, to give everything to one person.
Glancing at Rissa, I peeped the way she stared at the couple with a soft smile on her lips. I wondered if she was thinking the same thing, but I wouldn’t ask her. Our arrangement worked because we didn’t set expectations neither of us could live up to. And even if I thought about her more than I probably should, I wasn’t planning to rock the boat anytime soon.
When the elevator stopped at our floor, we both said a quick goodbye. Again, at the same time.
“Have a good evening,” Rissa added as we stepped out of the cab.
I entwined my fingers with hers. “Are you okay?”
She met my gaze. “They were so cute.”
“Yeah, love to see it.”
We stood there for a moment, eyes locked on each other.
“Ready?” I asked finally.
“When you are.”
We stoppedat a pizza joint near Rissa’s house. After the waitress took our order, I pulled Rissa closer to me. Nuzzling the side of her face, I whispered, “We should’ve just ordered pizza at your place.”
She grabbed my face and brushed her lips over mine. “Then I wouldn’t be able to have the fried cauliflower I ordered.”
I kissed her again, this time soft and slow, drawing a low groan from her. I hummed against her mouth. “You taste good.” I slipped my hand between her thighs, brushing my thumb against her core. The heat of her arousal was driving me crazy. “You feel good, too.”
“I can’t concentrate on this wine if you keep touching like that.” She sipped the red she’d ordered with her meal. “Delicious.”
Resting my head against her shoulder, I slid my fingers into the waistband of her pants.
The soft hitch of her breath shot straight to my dick. I wanted to tug her on my lap and let her ride me in the damn booth. Instead, I inched lower, finding her panties wet. For me. Grinning, I raised a brow. “Already, huh?”
“Asa,” she whispered in a half-warning, half-permission tone. “You’re killing me.”
I dragged my finger over the thin material of her panties, applying pressure on her clit through the fabric. I wanted to rip them off, but I wouldn’t. Not there.
Her eyes fluttered closed as she moved in time with the slow rhythm I set. “Oh, shit.”
“You want me to stop?” I whispered.
“Please don’t.”
I stroked her slowly, covering her low groans with my mouth as I picked up the pace. It didn’t take long for her to climax with her lips fused to mine, her nails digging into my arms.
