Page 64 of From That Moment

I pulled into her driveway and turned off the car.

She looked at me then, her mouth parted ever so slightly, her eyes full of anticipation, the same emotion I knew she’d see in mine.

“Do you want to come in for a drink?” she asked, her voice as strong and steady as the Paris that I knew.

“If I go in for a drink, Paris, I’m not going to take a sip. You know that, right?”

“Then you’d better get inside.”

And then she was out of the car, and I was doing my best to get out of my seatbelt to chase after her.

My pulse raced, and my hands practically shook, but then we were inside, and my hands were on her face, and my mouth was crushed to hers.

She tasted of the wine from dinner and our dessert—a little bit of coffee, and a whole lot of sweetness.

I wanted more. I craved it. So, I kept kissing, kept wanting more.

Our tongues clashed, her hands on my back, mine going over her shoulders and then down her back, cupping her ass over the softness of her dress. I rocked against her, my cock hard behind the zipper of my pants. I ached.

I pulled away, just enough so I could breathe in her scent.

“Are you sure, Paris?” I asked, my body shaking.

“Are you sure that I want you to kiss me and fuck me right now? Yes, I’m sure.”

I grinned and then bit her lip gently.

“I like that word out of your mouth.Fuck.”

“Bite me again, and see what I do.”

I bit her again, and when she moaned, I licked away the sting. Then she slid her hand between us, cupping my dick. I groaned, rocking into her hold.

“Can’t wait to see what you’ve been hiding under those slacks of yours this entire time.”

“You’ve seen me in jeans, too. I think they showcase my ass better.”

“I might’ve noticed.”

I licked up her neck and bit her earlobe.

“Oh?”

“Exactly. Now, no more talking. Get down to the fucking.”

“That I can do,” I said, and then I kissed her again, this time sliding my hand over the slit on her dress. I cupped her thigh, and then angled around, sliding up to cup her ass.

“What are you wearing under this?” I asked, my voice throaty.

“Why don’t you check and see?”

I kissed her again, hard and fast, startling us both, and then I dropped to my knees. She gasped when I slid her dress up her thighs and breathed in her scent, licking my lips at the sight of her in a very tiny green thong.

“Look at you all matching.”

“The dress didn’t work with a bra, though, so that’s about it,” she said, running her hands through my hair.

“Well, then,” I said, trying to sound casual.