Page 7 of Take My Kiss
“Lily’s two, so…about three years, I guess. We weren’t serious, but he didn’t wanna be a father. I haven’t seen him since before she was born.”
What a fucking loser.
I’m curious about Sam’s dad, but I don’t want to be nosy. If she wants me to know, she’ll tell me.
Leaning closer, I brush my mouth against her ear. “I’m sorry. It’s his loss. Lily seems like a great kid.”
After she ate with Aunt Dena, she danced nonstop until she passed out in Mattie’s arms.
“She is,” she agrees, shivering at our proximity. “I’d hate to share custody anyway.”
We continue drinking and talking before making our way back to the dance floor. Wrapping my arms around her waist, I pull her into my chest, and she clasps her hands behind my neck.
I can’t stop smiling at how relaxed she is with me. I’m used to women throwing themselves at me, especially drunk and horny ones, but I’m picky about who I bring back to my bed. I don’t just want an attraction. I want a deeper connection.
Although I don’t know much about her, what I do know is enough to make me want to learn more. When she asked about my tattoos, she was genuinely interested in why I chose them instead of rambling on and on about how sexy they are—like most women do—although I wouldn’t be opposed to her thinking that too.
It never hurts to know when a woman you’re interested in finds you attractive.
“Do you wanna come back to my hotel room with me?” When the song ends, we leave the dance floor, and I finally ask the burning question that’s been on the tip of my tongue for the past couple hours. Ever since I learned Raven’s staying at Amelia’s place tonight with the kids, I’ve been anxious to find a way to invite her.
I’d love the opportunity to talk in a private room and kiss her, if she wanted that too.
“I don’t usually go home with strangers,” she quips, taking a sip of water when we reach the table. We both stopped drinking alcohol thirty minutes ago—me since I have to drive, and her since she has kids to take care of in the morning.
But I’m hoping she’ll spend the night with me anyway.
“Maybe you could make an exception just this once for me, Miss Calhoun?” I bite my bottom lip playfully and hold up my right palm. “And I promise on my Memaw’s grave that I’ll be the perfect gentleman. Minimal tongue and hands above the waist at all times.”
She cocks her head. “My waist or yours?”
I nearly choke on my tongue at the unexpected question. “You want honesty or chivalry?”
“Both?”
“Alright.” I inch closer, slowly brushing a loose strand behind her ear. “I wanna tear off that stunnin’ dress of yours and lick every inch of your sweet body until you’re moanin’ my name and beggin’ for more. Respectfully, of course.”
Her cheeks redden as she swallows hard. “Hmm…that’s averytemptin’ offer, Mr. Langston.”
Softly, I brush the pad of my finger down her bare arm. “Temptin’ enough to say yes?”
“With an offer like that, how could I refuse?”
The heat of the sun beaming through the window makes me groan in disapproval. I must’ve forgotten to close them before bed, and now I’m awake long before I need to be.
Ah well, that means more time to grab coffee and breakfast with Amelia before I take her home. And hopefully, get her number to make plans to see her again.
I hadn’t anticipated last night to go the way it did, but I’d be lying if I said it wasn’t the most amazing night I’ve ever had with a woman. Especially one I just met.
From the moment we walked through the door, we were all over each other, tearing off our clothes and pressing my lips to hers. I couldn’t get enough of how amazing she tasted, her whimpers and groans, and how badly she wanted me. I was addicted in seconds.
She was, too.
Begging for more, moaning my name, demanding I fuck her through the mattress.
I didn’t expect the filth that left her mouth, but holy shit, I loved it.
I’m usually the vocal one in bed, getting off on how they respond to my words, but I’ve met my match. Amelia didn’t let any of her desires go unknown while I was inside her, kissing her, or licking up every sweet drop of her arousal.
