AllFreeNovel
Share Us
“Is she younger?”
“Three years.”
He lifts an eyebrow. “She’s a baby.”
“Now I feel old.”
“You shouldn’t.”
“I guess you’re right if compared to you,” I say, immediately regretting my words. God, I didn’t mean to call him old. He’s forty and hotter than most guys his age, my age, or any age. I clap my hand to my mouth. “I didn’t mean it like that—”
He lifts his glass. “Thanks. Now I’m the old troll under the bridge.”
I chuckle. “Hardly. You don’t look a day over thirty.”
“Sure.”
“I mean it. I’m sure you hear it all the time about your… looks.” Fuck, now I’m gaping at him. I take the glass to my lips and chug it. Anything to keep my mouth busy so I stop running it. Drinking a generous amount so quickly warms my cheeks and leaves a smoky aftertaste in my throat. My limbs now feel looser. Bad idea. If anything, I need to be tighter. More in control.
“How about you? Got a lot of hits on your profile?” he asks.
I outline the rim of the glass with my finger. “Uh, no.”
“How come?” He tips his head to the side, an expression of surprise crossing his face.
Does he think I’m so hot that I’d have guys lining up my door? “I went out on a couple of dates, but neither worked. I was excited when I got the notification someone viewed my profile and thought maybe the third time is the charm.”
“Were you disappointed it was me?”
Air is sucked from my lungs. Who in the world would be disappointed if they could pull a guy like him? Still. This conversation crosses the line, but I can’t help myself. Brynlee, our buffer zone, is not here. “Surprised. Were you also surprised to see me?”
“Very much so. I found you on my advanced search.”
“Really? That’s intriguing. You looked for someone similar to me?” I ask, confused.
“Yes.”
“Technology is a strange thing. I’d think a guy like you went for a different type.” The pictures of Brynlee’s mom in her room come to mind. She looked like a blonde tennis player. Tall, lean, and regal. Even though I never met her, I can tell she never chipped her nails. Or cheated on her diet.
“No. You were on top of my search page.”
I swallow, then stand too quickly, my legs fidgety. My knees shake, and my head is dizzy with all this information I have no idea how to process. I’m his type? In this universe? I shift my weight from one foot to the other and sway. He catches me, and I land on his lap.
“Kendall,” he says, his voice low and husky.
“I… I never knew I was your type,” I say, my gaze on his.
I inhale, and his strong arms are my kryptonite.
I shift on his lap, uneasy, unsettled, and so fucking turned on. A bubble of warmth surrounds us. No, not warmth. Heat. The kind that drives you to take off your clothes immediately. The crazy kind that I should avoid.
“You never asked,” he says, covering my lips with his.
6
Kendall
I’min shock as he licks my lips, and I open for him, welcoming his tongue inside. The moment our tongues clash, an intense surge travels through me. My nipples pucker and my pussy is already drenched.
