Thirty
Ameila
I stare at the photo he’s pointing to, and I don’t have the energy for this conversation, but regardless of what’s going on, this conversation never gets easier.
“Yeah, there was an accident right before my senior year. A drunk driver hit her when she was on her way to work one morning.”
Framing my face with his hands, he rests his forehead on mine. “Oh, sweetness, I’m so sorry. Is that why you said the Sanchezes took you in?”
I lean into his warmth. “Yeah, they didn’t even hesitate. Pam was at my house when the cops came, and her parents met us at the hospital.” I pause to take a deep breath. “They helped me with everything, and I’ll never be able to repay them for that. Not that they expect it, but I know they weren’t expecting to take in an extra almost adult out of nowhere.” Pam’s parents wouldn’t even let me entertain the idea of staying anywhere else, and to be honest, I’m not sure I would have made it if I had been alone. “They got me into therapy and even talked to the therapist to make sure they were doing the right things.”
“What about your dad?”
“My dad was never in the picture. He was notified but didn’t live in the same state, and the Sanchezes made it clear that uprooting me right before my senior year wasn’t the best choice. Not that I would have stayed since I turned eighteen in October of that year. Thinking back, I probably would have gone there if I had to and left the day I turned eighteen to go back.”
He leans in and takes my lips in the sweetest kiss. Like he thinks he can take the pain away from me with just this kiss.
I lick the seam of his lips for him to open, but he doesn’t.
Instead, he pulls away and puts his forehead back to mine. Sliding his hands from my face, he places one on my neck and the other on my butt. I shiver with need because apparently, after not having sex for five years, I want it all the time like a sex-crazed teenager.
“Let me feed you and get our lunches ready, and you can tell me about the trip to the store. Then we can walk Penny . . . then I can take you to bed, and you can have your wicked way with me.”
I moan at the thought. “We could eat dinner after . . .”
With the hand on my neck, he grabs me by the base of my hair and pulls my head to the side. He bites me at my pulse point, and I slide my hands under his shirt to hold his sides.
“Food first, baby, then we have to walk Penny . . . then you can have your wicked way with me, and then I can eat my dessert.”
“Fiiine . . . let’s go eat,” I say with a smirk.
As we walk back toward the kitchen, my stomach growls when the smell of dinner hits me. “I love Mexican. Like if this was all I ate for the rest of my life, I would be happy.”
“While I love Mexican, I think my go-to food I would eat for the rest of my life is pizza.”
“I can get behind a good pizza. I want to make a nice patio section in the backyard and have one of those pizza ovens back there, so I can make my own and get that nice cook on it.” I think I’ll reward myself with that when the new section of the greenhouse is completed.
“Oh yeah, that and a really nice grill is something I’ve always wanted in a yard.”
“I would probably use a pizza oven more than a grill, but I can see the appeal of adding that to a patio section,” I admit and take a bite of my steak quesadilla, moaning. “They make the best steak quesadillas.” I look up and see Luke staring at me mid-bite, the lust shining in his eyes.
“I can’t tell if I’m jealous of a quesadilla or the people who make it.”
I laugh and roll my eyes as I take another bite.
The conversation is casual as we finish eating and clean up. I’m putting the last dish in the dishwasher when I feel Luke’s lips on my neck, and my brain short-circuits as desire flows through my veins.
“You’re distracting me . . .”
“Am I?” he whispers next to my ear, pulling me closer.
“You know you are.” My voice cracks as his fingers brush up and down my stomach.
“Are you going to finish, sweetness?”
“Hmmmm?” I say, distracted.
He grabs my wrist with the dish in my hand and guides me to put it in the dishwasher, forcing me to bend over.
My heart springs into overdrive as warmth spreads through my body. I wiggle my hips against his hardening length, and he tightens his grip around my wrist as we stand up. He spins me to face him, using his foot to close the dishwasher.
“You drive me crazy, Am.”
“I didn’t do anything,” I say breathlessly.
He leans in and kisses me with a passion I’ve never experienced, like he can’t breathe without me.
His lips leave mine as he puts his hands under my thighs and lifts me onto the counter. My eyes roam over his body as his shirt strains against his muscles.
He stands between my legs, and as our eyes connect, I see the pure desire he has for me, and my breath catches.
No one has ever looked at me like this.
Like we’re connected by a thread, our mouths collide in a soul-burning kiss. He threads his fingers in my hair, tilting my head to deepen the kiss. Wrapping my legs around his waist to try and bring him closer, I roll my hips.
I groan when he pulls back to rip my shirt over my head, and I feel his chest rumble when his gaze lands on my bra-less breasts.
I shiver as he kisses a trail down my sensitive skin toward my breasts, my back arching under his assault.
“Yesss,” I hiss as he latches on to one of my aching nipples.
His other hand leaves my hair and slides down my body, tweaking the other nipple on its way down, and he pushes his hand into my leggings.
He groans when his hand connects with my pussy. “Sweetness, you’re already so wet for me.”
I moan as his finger brushes against my clit.
Good lord, he could make me come just with his dirty mouth.
He enters me with two fingers as his thumb finds my clit, moving in slow circles, driving me wild. It’s amazing how quickly he’s learned exactly what I like.
I bring my hands around his neck and drag my nails down his skin as I pull him into a kiss.
I grumble in protest when he removes his fingers and pulls his hand out of my leggings.
“I got you, baby, I promise.”
He nips at my lip and pushes his tongue into my mouth, and I gasp.
“What do you want, sweetness?”
“More,” I moan as I roll my hips to try and get closer to him.
“More what? This?” He brushes his hand just under my breasts. “Or this?” He rolls my nipple between his fingers as he kisses along my collarbone.
I can’t think as he puts my body into sensory overload in the best way. “Please . . .”
“Do you want my fingers or my mouth, baby?” he asks, taking pity on me, knowing I can’t put words together.
“Both.” This man has a talented mouth and fingers, and I’m here for it.
His deep chuckle hits me in my core, and I can feel myself getting wetter.
“Your wish is my command, sweetness.” He kisses down my body, pausing to pull my leggings partially off, leaving them hanging from my ankle.
I prop myself on my elbows so I can see him, my hand going to his hair.
He circles my clit before sliding his finger lower into my slit and pushing into me. I clench around his finger as he moves in and out of me.
“You feel so good, baby,” he groans and sucks my clit into his mouth.
“Holy shit,” I moan.
I’m closer to the edge than I realized. Rolling my hips, I try to encourage him to quicken his pace as I chase my orgasm. He lightly nips my clit, and I jump, a moan falling out of my mouth.
“That’s it, baby, you’re close, aren’t you? I can feel your pretty pussy trying to suck my finger in,” he says as he adds another finger.
“Yes . . . please.”
I pull his hair just enough to hold him in place because he moves his tongue faster and curls his fingers, hitting the spot that only he seems able to find.
My orgasm barrels through me, causing my eyes to roll back into my head as I scream his name.
He slows his pace but doesn’t stop, prolonging my orgasm. As I come back to myself, my eyes flutter open, and if my legs weren’t shaking like they are, I would climb him like a tree and have him take me to bed.
“Sweetness, you’ve ruined me,” he tells me and brings his fingers to his mouth, sucking them clean.
He stands up to kiss my forehead, and I can feel how hard he is still. When I bring my hands to his pants, he stops me.
“So, do you want to talk about seeing Brian at the store while you were grocery shopping?”