Pawliday Love

Chapter 3

CHAPTER THREE

CHELSEA

I ’ve never tried to flirt before since it wasn’t necessary with Ted, but Tony’s attention is awakening something inside of me that I didn’t know existed.

Our conversation flows easily as we talk about his plans for the bar. He’s disappointed when I tell him that—as much as I love the place—I don’t see myself being a regular customer once the college crowd starts pouring in.

It disappoints me, too. Since Ted’s accident, I’ve been a widow, a single mom, and a business owner. I was content with that life…until now.

For the first time, I want more than motherhood and macchiatos. I want to drink Margarita’s and kiss under the mistletoe. I want to flirt. I want sex . And I want it all with Tony.

“Come dance with me,” Tony says, pulling me from my thoughts. “You can even pick the song.”

I scroll through the current hits selection and choose Drift Away by Uncle Kracker before grabbing Tony’s hand and pulling him toward the dance floor. We sway as he croons the lyrics in my ear and feel how easy it would be to let myself get lost in him.

“Just what I was thinking.” Tony’s husky voice tickles my ear when the song changes to In Those Jeans by Ginuwine. “Please don’t run away,” he whispers as his hands slide down to grip my ass as I roll my hips and feel the solid length in his jeans.

Before I can talk myself out of it, I pull my head back to look him in the eye. “Is the offer to stay the night still open?”

He uses his grip to lift me up, making me squeal in surprise as he stalks toward the back of the bar and up a flight of stairs before setting me on my feet.

“Last chance to run, Hellsy .” His keys dangle on his finger as he crowds me against his apartment door.

“I’m not running… I’m waiting.” A shiver of anticipation runs through me as I lift my chin. “I haven’t been kissed in ten years…”

My words are cut off by his soft lips pressing against mine and I moan at the sensation of his beard brushing against my face as his tongue sweeps in to deepen the kiss. I barely register the sound of his keys unlocking the door before he lifts me again and carries me into his apartment.

Tony

I kick the door closed and blindly make my way to my bedroom. I’ve been wanting to kiss her—and more—all night, but I didn’t want to scare her off by being too eager. I thought her being older meant that she was more experienced than me. Now I’m wondering if she hasn’t been kissed in ten years, does that mean she hasn’t been touched in all that time?

“No more waiting,” I promise. “If you want something from me…you take it…or tell me and I’ll give it to you. Don’t torture us both by waiting for me to catch up.”

“I don’t know how…”

“Bullshit,” I cut her off. “Tell me what you want. Don’t think. Just say it.”

“I want you to touch me,” she blurts out as she removes her sweater.

I take her breasts in my hands, rubbing them through the lace of her bra as I kiss her neck. “Like this?”

“I want to feel your beard on me… everywhere ,” she moans.

“My fucking pleasure.” I unclasp her bra, letting it fall to the floor and take her nipple in my mouth before dragging my chin across her chest as I switch sides.

I guide her back to sit on the bed and remove the rest of her clothes before letting out a husky laugh as she tries to close her legs.

“You can’t feel it everywhere if you hide from me,” I say as I gently push her knees apart.

“But you’re making me wet.” She fights my hold as embarrassment overtakes her arousal.

“That’s the idea,” I tell her as I drop to my knees. “I want to see how wet you are for me.”

“Really?” She relaxes her legs, letting them fall to the bed as I lick the arousal from her thigh all the way to its source. “Ohhh. That feels…so gooood.” Her last word draws out in pleasure as I tease her clit with my bearded chin.

I feast on her until she shouts my name with her release before kissing my way up her body.

“You’ve never tasted yourself, have you?” I ask when she turns her head before I can kiss her mouth. When she shakes her head, I lean forward. “You should. You’re delicious.”

I lick my lips, humming my enjoyment of her flavor until she closes the distance and lets out a throaty groan when her tongue dives in to taste herself on mine as her hands reach for the button on my jeans.

I can’t stop my whimper as she wraps her fingers around my aching dick. I’ve been hard for hours and I was afraid my balls were going to be purple by the time they got any relief.

“Tony,” she pants when my finger brushes her clit.

“Chelsea.” My voice has the same desperate edge as I slip a finger into her.

When my thumb strokes her clit, she clenches my finger and we both explode.