Total pages in book: 39
Estimated words: 36890 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 184(@200wpm)___ 148(@250wpm)___ 123(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 36890 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 184(@200wpm)___ 148(@250wpm)___ 123(@300wpm)
We’d both been swamped the past couple of days, forcing us to wait until mid-week before seeing each other again, although we’d texted every day. While I’d hated not seeing her, it gave me time to plan a special night. One that would definitely include more time spent tasting that sweet mouth of hers. I’d fucking dreamed of her lips every night, waking up a sweaty mess and forced to take an ice-cold shower.
I arrived at Kerrigan’s apartment at four o’clock on the dot. The Peachtree was closed for a private event, so she’d been given the afternoon off.
It pleased me to see that her building was in a decent area and had moderate security, though I would be changing that to fucking Fort Knox soon enough. I hadn’t yet decided whether she would be aware of the amped-up security, though.
The door opened while my hand was still in the air, poised to knock. A woman who looked to be around the same age as Kerrigan stood across the threshold, grinning at me.
“You must be Mr. Tall, Dark, and French,” she chirped.
“I suppose that is an apt description,” I replied with a half smile.
“Come on in. I’m Melanie. Kerrigan should be ready any minute.”
“Merci.”
“I can see what she means about the accent, but personally, I go for tall, dark, and Italian.”
I was saved from a response when my woman sashayed into the room. A bright smile lit up her beautiful face, and that alone sent my pulse into overdrive. Then I let my eyes drift lazily over her delicious curves, and my mouth went dry as a bone.
Long, red hair hung in waves down her back, some of it pulled away from her face with a blue clip on the left side of her head. Her makeup was subtle, just enough to make every feature pop, and the gloss on her plump, bow-shaped lips had all sorts of dirty thoughts coming to mind.
She wore a sweater that hung loosely off one shoulder, but the material turned snug around her breasts and down her torso until it ended just above her pants, showing just a sliver of her stomach when she moved. The light blue color made her soft, freckled skin look even creamier, and my fingers flexed, wanting to touch all that perfection.
Her jeans were molded to her curves, accentuating her breeding hips and thick thighs. I blinked when the thoughts flitted through my mind, taken aback. I wanted Kerrigan under me, over me, every which way I could think of. But why the fuck was I thinking about how her perfect body was made to have babies?
I tried to shake off those thoughts, but images of her naked body with a gently rounded belly made my cock swell to painful proportions. Thankfully, my shirt hung just low enough to hide the bulge.
“You look incroyable, petite miette,” I croaked.
A sweet blush of pink stole across her cheeks, and her smile grew soft. “Thank you.”
Holding out my hand for hers, I silently prayed that I wouldn’t walk funny, thus giving away the state of my dick despite its current cover.
Kerrigan placed her palm in mine, and I threaded our fingers together. “Are you ready, miette?”
Kerrigan nodded and glanced at Melanie, who handed her a purse.
“Have fun, you two. And don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.”
Kerrigan snorted playfully. “Wouldn’t do? Or haven’t done?”
Melanie screwed up her face and huffed, “Now that wasn’t very nice.” Then she giggled, her eyes twinkling at her friend. “Okay, then do allllll the things I haven’t, but totally would love to do with the right guy.”
Both girls burst into laughter while I stood there wondering if they’d lost their minds.
After a minute, they sobered and said good night to each other.
Hand in hand, Kerrigan and I strolled to the door, then out into the evening.
When we reached the passenger side of my car, I smoothly shifted our positions so she was leaning back against it while I caged her in with my hands on the roof.
“Not seeing you since Monday taught me a very important lesson,” I told her, my expression serious.
Her brow furrowed, and she bit her bottom lip.
Gently, I tugged it from between her teeth. “I realized that your lips are a fucking drug, and I’m already addicted.”
I licked her plump bottom lip, and she let out a tiny gasp. Taking full advantage of her open mouth, I covered it with mine as my arms curled around her.
She moaned and leaned into me, pressing her big, soft breasts against my chest.
My tongue swept into her hot mouth, and I felt a wave of hunger crash over me when I tasted her sweetness. One of my hands slid down to her ass, while the other glided up into her hair. I clenched my fingers in the long tresses, roughly tugging her head to just the right angle to deepen the kiss.