Page 24 of Kiss Kiss Bang
“More,” she moaned into his neck. “More.” She gripped his wrist and pushed his hand down, directing him to exactly where she wanted him. He was a man who knew how to follow instructions, so without hesitation he slid two fingers inside of her. Her head fell back against the door, completely lost in the moment.
He wanted to kiss her, touch her more, but he couldn’t stop watching her face. It was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen, the way her eyes crinkled around the corner with how tightly she had them closed, the way her cupid-shaped pink lips formed an “O”, everything about the moment was erotic. She was using his hand on herself—rocking her body, her hands fisting her own hair, her body arching off the door.
“Don’t stop,” she demanded in a strangled yell.
Like he would ever stop.
But then he did. Because he wasn’t ready for it to finish this way. He regretted not having tasted her in the elevator. He wasn’t going to go home without her taste on his lips.
He pushed her pants down to her ankles and she squealed in frustrated surprise when he stopped touching her. But then he got to his knees and buried his face in her pussy, and she shut the hell up. She smelled like heaven and tasted like a heady mix of Olivia and vanilla and woman. He grabbed her ass and pulled her as close to his face as he could until he felt her tremble underneath his grip and she went from wet to drenched as she came hard against his tongue.
He pressed his head against her thigh for moment, having to catch his breath. When he finally looked up, her head was hanging down and her eyes were closed. Her face was pink and she had a sheen of sweat on her forehead.
Fucking stunning.
He kissed up her thigh as he stood, then kissed her belly button, then her neck as she slowly and lazily opened her eyes.
“Good?” he asked, placing a kiss on her right cheek, then the left.
“So much good.”
Then he kissed her forehead.
“We’re going to do that again.”
“Good plan. Good plan,” she said with a soft dreamy smile.
He kissed her lips one last time, then reached down and pulled up her jeans.
“When can I see you again?” he asked.
She opened her eyes, a little confused. “Uh . . . you tell me. You always seem to surprise me.”
Again he leaned in, but this time kissed her nose. “You’re right.” He noted that she didn’t argue about a second date or have any bullshit excuses about just having fun. “Have a good night, darlin’.”
“Wait. How . . . don’t you . . . ?” She looked down at his cock, which was painfully hard. But they didn’t have time for that and he didn’t want her to feel rushed or anxious that her daughter would walk in on them.
“I’m good. You’ll get your ten minutes on me. Don’t you worry.”
He kissed her one last time, this time on the inside of her wrists, first the right and then the left. Then reached behind her for the doorknob, forcing her to step aside.
He smiled at her one last time before walking out to his car.
She stayed put for a moment, looking . . . flustered.
He didn’t want to laugh right in front of her but he was rather pleased with himself. He needed her to remember him, but more importantly want him. So that she stopped questioning herself and her feelings.
* * *
“Mommmyyyyyyy . . .” Sophie whined for the umpteenth time that evening. It was late at night, two days after her date with Joey. She hadn’t talked to him since, and she kept replaying the date back in her mind to see where it had gone wrong.
He went down on her.
She still couldn’t believe he’d done that, or that she’d begged him for more. It had felt so good, she had absolutely no regrets. But now she was questioning things.
Why hadn’t he called?
He’d asked to see her again. She hadn’t given him an answer mostly because she expected him to just show up, since that had pretty much been his MO since they’d met. But now, two long days later, she hadn’t heard a single peep.
