Chapter 10 #2
“You want to know what I am? I’m the female equivalent of you.
I can’t stand wasting money. You’re looking at a woman who will literally stand in the frozen aisle debating whether I should get a tub of ice cream or not.
I think it’s a result of growing up poor.
It makes me feel better to have money in a savings account. ”
“It’s settled then,” I joked. “We’re a match. Let’s go get married.”
She gave me a devious grin. “It’s a good thing you’re open to that because I’ll need a ring on my finger before I ever commit to retiring the Boinkacorn.”
Was it possible that Amy could be so perfect? And she sounded so accepting of Talia.
Having my hands on her while she was naked in the tub was proving to be my breaking point.
“You want me to start showing you why you should replace that thing with a real man?”
I’d been massaging her shoulders for a while, and I let my hands drift, one slipping down her back, the other grazing her arm.
The temperature between us heated up, and she dropped the arm that had been covering her breasts, revealing them fully to me.
No more stolen glimpses. They were on display for me now.
Her pink nipples were tight and budded into cute perky points despite the warm water, and I instantly knew she wanted me as badly as I wanted her.
“Dawson?” she asked as her cheeks flushed with heat.
That question said everything I needed to hear.
I took the invitation, drifting my hand lower while she sucked in a needy breath. I kept exploring until my hand landed between her thighs. That’s when I found her gorgeous slit. I rubbed her with my thumb as she let out a tiny gasp and spread her legs as best she could in the tub.
The circles I traced around her clit had her moaning and pulsing her hips within seconds.
Amy Allen was in heat for me.
And that was a good thing because I had a lot of pent-up hunger. And she was going to be the lucky recipient of it all.
After a few minutes she gasped, and I knew she was getting close. So I slipped one of my thick fingers into her cunt and pumped.
Amy came fast for me, trembling around my finger.
She’d obviously needed a man’s touch and not that piece of silicone in her dresser drawer, because her pussy clenched around my touch, refusing to let me go. She moaned out her release, a tiny cry escaping into the bathroom as she crested and came back down to earth.
I let out a satisfied chuckle as I watched her come undone for me.
After a minute, she opened her eyes and looked up at me as if her Romeo had finally walked through the door of her life.
What we’d just done had been intimate, a line crossed. We were no longer two strangers. Now we were Amy and Dawson, only one step away from being a couple.
Gently, I said, “Let’s get you out of there before your arm goes numb.” She’d been holding her cast up out of the water the whole time. “Wrap your good arm around my neck.”
I kneeled down in front of her, and she did as I asked. Then I grasped her by the waist and lifted her gently out of the tub.
She was like Jello in my arms, and she soaked me through, as though I’d been in the tub with her, too. But that was all right. My clothes would dry.
I toweled her off, relishing in the sight of her nakedness.
Amy had the kind of curves that made me go crazy. And I was feeling pretty crazy right now.
I knew it was only a matter of time before we were intimate, but I told my cock to simmer down and be patient. What mattered right now was going at the speed she was comfortable with.
“I think a nightgown might be easiest,” she told me.
“Let me grab one for you. Are they in your dresser drawer?”
“Yeah. And would you mind getting my slippers, too?”
“Where are they?”
“In the closet.”
It was wild that I’d just finger-fucked her to orgasm, and now we were going about domestic duties. It made me feel like I fit in her life somehow. We weren’t just a fling. I think we both knew that already.
I rummaged through her drawers. There were plenty of sensible nighties in there. But there was also what had to be a date-night nightgown. That was the one I grabbed because I wanted to see her in it.
When I opened her closet to get her slippers, I grinned and muttered under my breath, “No fucking way.”
It was neat and orderly, just like the rest of her house. There were less than a dozen pairs of shoes lined up in a row on the closet floor.
Amy was passing all my tests.
And even though it had only been one day, I felt myself falling for her harder with each passing moment. Now I just had to see if I was the man who would finally meet her standards.
I plucked the slippers out of the lineup and brought them to her.
“This is the nightgown you chose?” she asked when she saw what I’d pulled out for her.
“Yup. It was the winner.”
It was a short, see-through nightie. The kind that wouldn’t leave anything to the imagination. I half expected her to laugh and toss it back at me.
But she gave me a serious stare and slipped it on.
Damn, she looked good in it.
And I was ready to drag it off of her already.