Page 40 of Tasting Innocence
“I think my favorite parts of your house are outside. The pool is to die for.”
“I like the basketball court. That is until Ronan started coming over and whooping my ass.”
She laughs and turns around, heading back down the hall. We pass a bathroom, laundry room, and then get to my room.
“This is my favorite part of the house,” I say as she opens the door.
She steps in and I watch her face as she takes in the space. “Wow.”
My carpet is a very light gray, and the king size bed is up against the wall on our left, with a full height, gray headboard. In front of the foot of the bed is a couch that faces the TV mounted on the wall. On either side of the TV are large windows that overlook the backyard.
There’s a chair in each corner, next to smaller windows that look out to the sides of the property, and a door that leads to the bathroom. A doorway on the other end of that leads into the walk-in closet.
“It’s like your own little house up here. All you need is a kitchen,” she says, walking up to one of the windows.
“I have a mini-fridge.”
“Of course you do,” she says with a smirk.
I put on the recessed lights, leaving the main one off, and turn the TV on. “Wanna watch something?” I ask, dropping to my bed.
She makes her way to the mattress, kicking off her shoes before she crawls on top of the covers. “What do you want to watch?”
I let my eyes travel across her body, biting back what I really want to say. She sees my face and smiles, already knowing what I’m thinking.
“I don’t care,” I say, tossing her the remote.
She comes closer. “I don’t think I want to watch anything.”
I sit up a little straighter, moving pillows out of the way so there’s nothing between us. “Oh?”
She pulls her bottom lip in briefly, stopping at my side, resting on her knees. “Kiss me.”
I don’t say anything else, I just sit up and cradle her face in my hands, pushing my lips to hers. It’s not a gentle kiss. I glide my tongue on top of hers over and over, groaning as she fights for dominance, sucking my tongue into her mouth.
I bite her bottom lip before kissing that same soft flesh. We’re a collision of lips and tongues, wanting to taste every bit of each other, needing more than we’re getting.
“Dex.” She breathes my name, but it’s a desperate plea. She wants more, and fuck if I’ll be the one to deny her.
In a quick movement, I wrap my arm around her and flip her onto her back before I crawl on top. “Let me taste you.”