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I let out a small gasp. “You’re jealous!”
“Don’t sound so happy about it.” He glances over at me.
I think he’s pouting. Or, at least he’s got the best pout a spy can give. I know I keep joking about the spy thing, but some things are creepy spot on. Creepy cool. I shouldn't think that but I do. There are a lot of things I shouldn't think about him, but I can’t help myself. My thoughts are consumed by him. His every move, his every word, and most of all, his every touch has me craving him.
“You think other men want to take me from you?” The steering wheel groans as his grip on it tightens. “You’re itching for that spanking I teased you about.”
“I don’t think you were teasing.” I glance over at him, enjoying all of this way too much. It’s the first time that I’ve gone out in a social setting with someone that’s not Kimber. I’m pretty proud of myself for making it through dinner, but I know Heath was a big part of that. I think if it were anyone else besides him, it may not have gone so well. I almost laugh at the thought of me going from zero to a hundred. Instead of taking baby steps, I’d jumped right into this thing with my mysterious neighbor. But it feels right. Almost natural. The more I think about it, I really think that’s true. I’ve been drawn to him from the very start.
We continue to share banter back and forth until we pull up to our homes. Now my heart starts to race. I want him to come in, but is he going to? Is this where I suggest coffee? I don’t even have coffee. A night cap? I don’t have that either. Double crap.
“You want me to come in, don’t you, Lena?” He shifts his car into park in my driveway.
I nod. He’s making this easy for me.
“Then I’ll come in. Easy as that.” He gets out of the car, coming around to my side to open the door. Again, he lifts me before my heels can meet the ground and carries me toward my house. “All you have to say is stop and I will.”
I nod again in understanding. I’m not going to say stop. He opens my door, kicking it closed behind him and depositing me on the sofa. He walks back, locks the door and arms the alarm that I never use. Before I can ask how he knows the code, he’s on me. All thoughts of anything else vanish.
12
HEATH
Ican’t go one more second without a taste of her, so I take it, covering her body with mine and pressing her down into the sofa. She wraps her arms around my neck and answers my kiss with her own, as if she’s just as hungry for me.
Running one hand down her side, I grip her hip and slide one knee between her thighs. She’s warm for me, her body pliant in my hands.
Deepening the kiss, I caress her tongue with mine. She’s tentative at first, turning her head and trying to get the right angle. I run my fingers into her silky hair and pull, opening her to me just the way I need.
She moans, her tongue testing mine as I claim every bit of her sweet mouth. Her breasts press against me, her thighs warm. But I need more. I need her naked.
Pulling back, I scoop her up and carry her to her bedroom.
She’s breathless, and she kisses my throat as I set her on the bed. Dropping to one knee, I pull her foot to me, then slide her cute pink heel off. I take the other and do the same, my eyes drawn to the shadowy heaven between her legs.
“That feels so good,” she sighs.
“I haven’t done anything yet.” I kiss up her calf.
“The shoes.” She puts her palm to her mouth. “Sorry, I meant the--Oh!”
I bite the inside of her thigh.
“That’s so, so …” She gasps as I run my tongue up her smooth skin.
Sliding my fingers under the hem of her dress, I push it up until I see the lacy pink panties she’s wearing for me. She intended to have me here on my knees, and I’m more than happy to oblige.
“I bet your pussy is just as pink.” I hook my fingers in the elastic and pull them down. Looking up at her, I see her nipples could cut glass, her face flushed and her eyes glassy. “Pull your dress down. Show me those perfect tits.”
“You have a filthy mouth,” she tries to scold me, but her hands give her away. They pull her dress down, showing me her tight, pink nipples.
I surge up and take one in my mouth, pushing her down on the bed as I suck and lick her.
She arches, her hands in my hair, her breathing erratic as I cup the other one. It’s more than a handful, and the nipple is begging to be bitten. I switch to it as she moans, and I rock my hips against her, her wetness seeping through my pants.
“Soaked for me, aren’t you, little tigress?” My mouth waters.
“I want you,” she whimpers.
