20. Austin
20
AUSTIN
I nod toward the dining room on the other side of the kitchen.
“Come on. Dinner’s done.” I hold out my hand and she takes it, allowing me to lead her across the kitchen and into the next room where the table is set.
I pull out her chair, and she smooths her dress and sits.
It’s just a four-person round table, so I sit to her left.
I tried to make it a little romantic, though.
I put a single candle in the center of the table and dimmed the lights to set the mood.
“Sorry, I don’t have fine China or silverware. I’ve been living the bachelor life for a while now, so I’m probably lucky that I have more than one of everything.”
She smiles. “This is perfect, Austin. I don’t need fine China.” Her eyes fall to the food on her plate. “Did you cook this?”
“It’s just jar sauce and a premixed salad,” I reply, looking down at the spaghetti, side salad, and a slice of garlic bread on my plate.
When I glance up at her, she’s grinning. “So, it smells amazing, and I’m starving.”
“Dig in. Tell me if I should order a pizza.”
She rolls her eyes and laughs but winds some pasta around her fork and takes a bite. She covers her mouth with her hand as she chews and nods. “Perfect.”
“Really? It’s not bad?” I question.
“No! Try it,” she laughs.
I dig in, and she’s right, it’s not bad.
As we eat, I can’t keep my eyes off her.
Her blonde hair hangs freely, and it’s slightly frizzy, full of waves and curls.
Most women would never keep their hair this natural.
They’re all about using hot tools to smooth away the frizz or to curl the wild locks into uniform sizes, but I love how natural her hair is.
The flame from the candle on the table dances in her blue eyes, making them appear darker.
She does a cute little wiggle in her seat as she eats, like the food makes her happy.
I smile, and she laughs, knowing that I’m amused by her carefree ways.
Maybe that’s what pulls me to her.
She’s a light, and I’ve been trapped in a world of darkness. I’m the moth. She’s the flame.
After we eat, she helps me load our plates into the dishwasher, and then I grab a couple more beers from the fridge as we stand across from one another.
I press my ass to the countertop while she leans against the island.
I know we need to talk about what we’re doing, but I invited her here to try and talk her out of being with me.
But that was earlier, after we’d had sex, and I felt like I had regained a little strength.
That was hours ago.
I’ve gone too long without her, and she shows up looking like this. All I can think about is how I can’t let her walk out of here tonight.
“Thanks for dinner. It was very good.” She sips her beer.
“I guess we should talk about why you’re here,” I force out.
She takes a deep breath, letting it out quickly. “So, this is the part where you try to change my mind? I thought you would wait until after we have sex.”
The corner of my mouth tugs up into a smile. “Are you always this much of a smart ass?”
She nods and grins. “Pretty much, yeah.”
I shake my head and just blurt it out. “You’re making a mistake.”
She directs her eyes to the ceiling. “Mmmm, I don’t think I am,” she replies, looking back at me.
“You’re okay with me treating you like my dirty little secret?”
“For now.” She puts her beer down. “But you’re my dirty little secret, too. Secrets are fun. Just like games are fun.” She steps closer.
I chuckle. “Games with you are fun,” I agree, my hands moving to cup her face. I lean in, kissing her softly.
I pull back after a moment. “This can’t go anywhere, Kay. I’ll never be the guy you can take home to your parents. I won’t ever ask you to marry me or take you on a lavish, romantic honeymoon. I won’t father your children. All I can ever be is a good fuck. And while I’m being selfish with you, you could be missing out on your chance to meet the guy who can give you all the things I can’t. Are you okay with that?” I look deeply into her eyes.
She pauses for a moment. I watch as she bites her lip and pulls her eyes away.
Then she leans in and kisses me. “For now,” she agrees, whispering against my lips.
I tighten my hold on her, spinning her around. “You tell me when you’re done with me. Understand?” I ask, holding her chin so she has no choice but to look at me.
She nods and I capture her lips again.
She grabs at my shirt, pulling me closer as she presses her body against mine.
She molds herself to me, standing on her tiptoes to make our kiss harder.
Her hands wrap around my middle, pushing their way up the back of my shirt.
She scratches her nails along my skin, using just enough force to hurt, which adds to the teasing.
I reach over my head and yank up my shirt, our kiss breaking as I tug it over my head.
After dropping it onto the floor, I start trying to unbutton her dress, but the buttons are too tiny for my fingers, and there are so many of them.
I only get about three undone before I’m growling against her lips.
She breaks our kiss and laughs. Taking a step back, I watch as she pulls her dress up and over her head, leaving her in nothing but a white lace bra and panties.
The lace is striking against her tanned skin. It’s transparent enough to tease but not enough to see anything. The stitching is baby blue, and I lick my lips as I look her over.
I smile and run my fingertips along the edge of the lace that cups her breast. “Did you wear this for me?”
Her striking blue eyes meet mine and she bites her lower lip. Her cheeks burn a warm shade of pink.
“Don’t be embarrassed, Kay.” I kiss her jaw.
“You want to know the truth?”
I pull back. “Always. Don’t hide from me. I won’t judge you.” I tuck her wild hair behind her ear.
“I bought this to wear on my honeymoon.”
My brows lift. My hand roams down her arm as I take her hand.
“It’s just been sitting in my drawer because I never got a honeymoon, but I saw it in there tonight, and…” She grins as she looks up at me from beneath her long lashes. “I thought there was no better way to tell Scott to fuck off than to let you rip it off me.”
I grin. “Vindictive,” I mutter, kissing the inside of her wrist. “I have a confession, too.” I stand taller, my eyes meeting hers.
“What?” she asks, looking nervous.
“I was already planning to rip off your clothes. At least now I know you won’t be pissed when I do it.” I grin.
“You’re lucky you got that dress out of my way or you could consider it gone, too.”
My mouth captures hers as I pick her up against me.
Her arms and legs wrap around me as I carry her to my bedroom.
I kick the door open and move across the room until I can lay her down.
Her eyes open as I crawl up her body. She spreads her legs wide for me, and I stay on my knees between them.
I glide my hands up her tanned thighs, over her stomach, and up to her breasts.
I squeeze them gently before grabbing the cups and ripping them in different directions.
The fabric tears and she gasps, the corners of her mouth lifting.
I lean in, burying my face between her exposed breasts.
I return to cupping them, squeezing them, and teasing her nipples as I kiss, lick, and suck my way to the peak of her mound.
I suck her nipple hard, and she leans into me, moaning and lacing her fingers into my hair.
She tugs, and a burning sensation licks at my scalp. I bite her nipple to deliver just as much pain with her pleasure.
I kiss my way down her stomach, following the trail of goosebumps until I get to the junction between her legs.
Her knees are shaking on either side of me, and her body is full of need.
I pull back, kissing the inside of her knee.
I switch to the other side, trailing my lips up her inner thigh. I lick up to the thin lace covering her.
I gently nibble at her center, scraping my teeth along her lace-covered mound.
Her hips lift, and she whimpers. I bury my nose into the wet lace, inhaling her sweetness and making my mouth water to taste her.
I’m so hard for this woman that my dick aches.
After getting a whiff of her scent, I lose my patience. I pull back, grab her panties, and yank.
The sound of the fabric popping and tearing fills my ears, and even though the strap on her right side didn’t tear completely, enough of the fabric is out of the way to expose her swollen folds to me.
I use my thumbs to spread her lips, admiring the way her pink flesh glistens with arousal. “I haven’t even touched you yet.”
Her lips are parted, and she lifts her hips, begging me to touch her.
“Did he make you wet like this? Is that why you bought this sexy lingerie?”
She shakes her head. “He never made me this wet,” she confesses, biting her lower lip.
“Did he make you come like I do?” I move back in, watching as closely as I can as I run my thumb over her bundle of nerves.
She whimpers from my touch. “No.”
“Did he like to taste you?” My mouth is watering. I’m desperate to taste her sweet juices and make her come on my face.
“He never…” she starts, but the words fall away the moment I drag my tongue between her folds, from her opening up to her needy clit.
Instead of finishing her sentence, she moans as a jolt shoots through her.