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“What?” he asks, clearly rattled.
I reach for my dress before it can fall completely off me. I can’t help but notice the way Linc’s eyes stray to my tits as he looks at me. I pull my dress up to cover myself as I step closer to him.
“I’m not sorry,” I say, reaching out to touch his arm. He still can’t quite meet my gaze. “I’ve wanted to kiss you for a long time. And that was the hottest first kiss in the history of first kisses.”
He lets out a strangled laugh before shaking his head. “It’s also a little embarrassing,” he mutters.
I shrug. “Why? Because you came in your pants? Newsflash: so, did I. Should I be embarrassed?”
That finally makes him look up to meet my gaze. “You’re not wearing pants,” he says. “And you definitely shouldn’t be embarrassed. That was sexy as fuck.”
I smile up at him. “Yeah, it was,” I whisper, leaning up to kiss his cheek. “Knowing that I can make you come like that, is so fucking hot.”
Something else occurs to me and I hate myself for asking, but I need to know before things can go any further.
“Do you regret it?” I ask, feeling my heart in my throat.
He laughs. “The only thing I regret is not doing it sooner. Knowing that I’ve been missing out on that for all these years is going to be hard to live down.”
I smile, a giddy feeling bubbling up inside me. Linc kissed me. He kissed me and he made me come and he doesn’t regret it. One more question pops into my head.
“And you’re not drunk, right?”
He rolls his eyes. “If I were drunk, I would have lasted a lot longer. I only had one beer.” He looks down at the floor. “I feel like some idiot virgin who’s never touched a woman,” he mumbles. “I promise that’s not my usual performance.”
“I think I have to see that for myself to be an accurate judge,” I tease. I link my fingers with his, feeling the calluses and the strength in those big hands. “Care to show me?” I whisper, pulling him toward the stairs.
Chapter 19
Linc
After my embarrassing performance in the salon where I came in my pants like a teenaged boy who’s just seen his first pair of tits, I’m ready to crawl under a rock for the next decade. I finally got to kiss Harlow, to touch her, and I explode in my pants before I can even see her naked. What the fuck?
In my defense, watching her come apart in my arms and feeling her pulse against me had been more than I’d counted for when I kissed her. Who expects their first kiss with someone to end in orgasms for both parties? Not me, that’s for sure. I’m nearly 30 years old, for god’s sake. I should have a better handle on my dick than that.
But this is Harlow. The girl I’ve fantasized about for years. The reality of having her in my arms, willing and pliant, grinding against my cock had been too much for me to handle, I guess. But as embarrassing as it had been, I can feel myself growing hard at the idea of touching her again. So, I let her lead me upstairs to her apartment. I take my shoes off near the front door and follow her into the bathroom where she turns the shower on.
She doesn’t say anything. She just reaches for my pants, unbuttoning them with a quick tug. I take over, quickly stripping out of my cum-soaked pants and boxers, kicking them off to the side. Harlow reaches for my shirt and tries to push it up over my head. She’s too short to manage it, though. Grinning, I pull the garment up and over my head and drop it to the floor. I stand there, totally naked as her eyes roam over my body, lingering on my now-hard dick. When she finally meets my gaze again, I raise a brow at her.
“Damn,” she whispers.
“Should I feel violated?”
She grins. “Only if you want to.”
Then she strips out of her dress and underwear faster than I would have thought possible, leaving me standing there staring now. I’d seen her tits downstairs. I’d even had those pretty pink nipples in my mouth. They’re fucking perfect. But seeing her standing here totally naked in front of me? Damn. She’s beautiful. I take in her full breasts, those plump hips, and gorgeous thighs that were made to wrap around my face and I thank whatever lucky stars are shining down on me tonight.
“You’re gorgeous,” I say, letting my eyes roam over every inch of her.
Harlow blushes as she reaches for my hand and pulls me toward the shower. I follow because I’d have to be dead not to. Even then, I think I’d find a way. She pulls me under the warm spray with her, her hands sliding over my chest and abs. I’m rock-hard again, but that’s not surprising. I’ve been in a perpetual state of hardness whenever I’m around her for weeks now. No wonder I blew my load so quickly earlier. It’s been building up for weeks. Hell, for years if I’m being honest with myself. I hate that it took me so long to get here. I barely worked up the nerve to ask her to dance after spending the entire night trying not to stare at her in that fucking dress.
Now that I'm here, naked with her, I can't believe I wasted so many years being too scared to act on my attraction to her. When I followed her home earlier, I never dreamed it would lead to this. I just wanted to talk to her. To find out why she seemed upset. To smooth things over. But then she made that comment about high school and I lost it. Kissing her had felt inevitable. Like I might die if I didn't. And now I can't believe I waited all these years to do it. I don’t know what this means for us. I don’t know if this is a one-time thing, or if she wants more from me. Whatever it is, I know I’ll take whatever she wants to give me. I’ve wanted this woman for so long. I know we need to talk about it. Eventually. Now that I have her naked in my arms, I’ll do whatever I can to keep her there.
“Hey.” Harlow’s soft voice pulls me from my thoughts as her hand comes up to rest on my cheek. “Where’d you go?”
I shake my head and smile down at her. “Just wondering how I got so lucky.”
She presses the full length of her naked, wet body against mine. “You haven’t gotten lucky yet, sir. But just you wait.”
