Page 52 of Old-Fashioned
She nodded, “Want to come over for dinner tomorrow?”
My head couldn’t nod fast enough. “What time?”
She chuckled as she caught the movement, “Four?”
“I’ll be there.” I told her as I pressed one finger underneath her chin, lifted her head, and pressed another kiss on her lips.
One that she returned with as much hunger as I did.
When we pulled away it was to hear Isla say, “Get a room.”
Chuckling, I opened her car door for her, she grinned up at me and said, “Thank you.”
I nodded, “Let me know when you make it home, okay?”
With her nod, I closed her door and headed to my bike.
***
At three thirty… yes… I know I was super early, but I couldn’t stay away from her anymore.
Therefore, I hoped like hell she didn’t mind, and knowing my Birdie I had a feeling she didn’t mind.
Knocking on her door, I heard a loud woof, I couldn’t help but smile.
I didn’t have to stand there for long.
Because in the next breath, she was opening the door, and I had to bite my tongue to stop the words that wanted to run out of my mouth.
I wanted to yank that towel from your body, trail my mouth and tongue all over your wet skin. I want to bury my face in your breasts then move down to your pussy and never come up for air. I want to know what heaven feels like as I slide into it.
Thankfully, I didn’t say anything of that by the grace of god.
She lifted a brow up at me, “You just couldn’t stay away from me, could you?”
Grinning I shook my head, “Nope.”
“I wouldn’t have either. Come on in.” And with that she stepped to the side for me.
Once I was inside and the door was closed, she said, “Make yourself at home while I go throw some clothes on.”
I couldn’t help but chuckle when Ryker followed her, but turned his body so he was blocking the entry to her room and eyed me.
Warning me I better not overstep.
That was one good dog.
I hadn’t been in the right head space to really take in Birdie’s house the first time I had been here.
Groveling and explaining myself took precedence.
But now… well, I got to take everything in, and I liked her house.
It was small.
But it seemed to fit Birdie to a tee.
And as I took in her living room, it didn’t take me long to realize a few things.