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“Noted.” He lifted her hand and kissed the back of it. He kept hold of it as he backed out of the parking spot and drove across town to his new place. When she turned on the radio to the station she liked, he decided not to tell her that he absolutely hated the sunny, bright K-Pop. If it made her happy, he was happy, even if it did make his eardrums hurt.
He pulled into the garage of the house and turned off the truck. As the garage door closed behind them, he tamped down the lust burning through him like wildfire. He focused on Macy, wanting her to know that he meant what he was about to say. “I don’t have any expectations, Macy. Whatever happens or doesn’t happen is up to you. I’m totally fine just doing this.”
“Holding my hand in your truck in a dark garage?” she teased.
“Yeah.” He smiled right back at her. “Holding your hand in my garage or in my living room or in my bed.”
“Are you saying you’re not ready?” She was teasing again.
Danny leaned toward her, his gaze never leaving those perfectly pouty lips. “I’m saying that I can wait a little longer if things get too intense. I’m older than you, and I have more experience. I know that might make you feel pressured.”
“Danny?” She leaned in, and it took every ounce of willpower not to move in the last inch.
“Yeah?”
“Shut up and kiss me.”
He couldn’t deny her anything. He kissed her just as she wanted. It was hard to stop, especially when she gripped the front of his shirt, but the truck was getting hot and uncomfortable. She must have shared his thoughts because she bailed before he did.
He had barely closed the door between the garage and the laundry room before she pounced on him. Laughing at her enthusiasm, he gathered her up in his arms. She may have made the first move, but she was trembling. He sensed it wasn’t from nerves but more from being overwhelmed by the giddiness of finally being able to kiss him like this.
He tangled his fingers in her silky red hair, and she gripped his shirt again, pulling hard and nearly knocking him off balance. She banged against the dryer, and he grasped her hips, steadying her so she wasn’t hurt. Macy whimpered, and he lost control. He lifted her up, and she wrapped her slim legs around his waist.
Danny propped her up on top of the dryer, but she didn’t unwrap her legs. She locked her ankles against his ass and kept him pressed tightly against her. He didn’t mind. He wanted to be as close as possible, so close he could feel her heart beating under his fingertips.
He trailed kisses along her jaw and then down the curve of her throat. He nipped lightly at her skin before sucking gently, not hard enough to bruise or leave a love bite. She was so fair it would be impossible to hide, and he didn’t want her to feel embarrassed later.
As he kissed and nipped his way down her neck, she scratched her nails through his hair and along his scalp. It felt so fucking good that he groaned. She tugged hard on his hair, drawing his mouth back to hers. She might be inexperienced, but she was passionate. She wasn’t afraid to show it either.
“Danny.” She clutched at his shoulder. “Touch me. Please.”
He stabbed his tongue against hers and began to flick through the buttons holding her dress together. As soon as he had made enough room, he slipped his hand under the lightweight fabric and discovered she wore no bra. He cupped her bare breast, and it filled his hand perfectly, as if it had been designed just for him. He liked that thought, that he and Macy had been destined for each other.
When he brushed his thumb over her nipple, she shivered and gripped the back of his neck. He couldn’t help himself. He kissed down her neck again, pushing aside the gaping front of the dress, and let his lips roam her chest. He latched onto her nipple, and she cried out in shock, her thighs tightening around his waist and her nails scratching into his skin.
She was burning up, her skin blazing hot, and he could smell her arousal. He let his mouth move from breast to breast while his hand slipped under her skirt. He slid his hand along her inner thigh and encountered the wet heat hidden away there.
With a gasp, she pulled away from his mouth and stared into his eyes as his fingers swept along the thin strip of cotton now soaked with her excitement. He held her gaze, watching her beautiful face as his fingers stroked along her panties and traced her slit. She trembled with every frantic breath, her lips parted as she hovered on the verge of ecstasy.
“Danny,” she whispered tremulously. “Please.”
He pressed his forehead to hers and slipped two fingers into her panties. Almost instantly, they were coated with her slickness. She was soaking wet, and he wanted to bury his face in it, to lap at her molten core until her thighs were shaking against his ears.
But, for now, he would have to make do with his fingers. He was careful as he swirled them between her labia. He concentrated on her clit, finding the little nub swollen and firm. She shuddered as he circled it, rubbing it slowly and gently. There were so many filthy things he wanted to say, so many nasty, dirty things he wanted to do. Later, he told himself. Gentle now. Easy. Sweet.
She gripped his shoulders even tighter and pressed her body against his, grinding her wet pussy against his fingers. She was close, so close that her breaths were sharp and fast. He swirled his fingers a little faster, a little harder. She began to shake, and he captured her mouth in a punishing kiss, swallowing her moans of pleasure as she came on his fingers.
He rubbed and rubbed until she grasped his wrist, silently stopping him as their mouths mated with wild abandon. She let go of his wrist, and he carefully pulled his hand away from her body. He held her gaze as he brought shiny fingers to his mouth and sucked her cum right off them.
“Danny!” She seemed scandalized by what he had done, but it didn’t stop her from grabbing his face in both hands and kissing him. Not a gentle kiss either. A full-on assault of lips and tongue that left him weak-kneed and throbbing in all the right places.
“Macy,” he said in between frantic kisses. “God, Macy.”
"Danny.” She stroked his jaw. “I want to touch you. I want to feel you.”
His cock throbbed in his jeans, and he couldn’t think of anything he wanted more than her hand stroking or her pussy gliding up and down his shaft. But not here. Not propped up on the dryer. “Bedroom?”
“Bedroom.”
