Page 26 of A Little Taste
“I’d like to go with you if that’s okay? Maybe take Edward?”
“Sure.” I pay the bill, and we slide out of the booth.
The warmth went away with the sun, and it’s a cool spring night. Britt crosses her arms, and I wish I had a coat to put over her shoulders. I’d like to put my arm around them.
When we get to the tarot sign, I hesitate outside her door. “I can walk you up?”
She looks up at me, and the streetlights shine in her pretty green eyes. “You want to be sure I climb the stairs safely?”
“Accidents happen all the time.”
“I guess you’re right.” She exhales a laugh, wrinkling her nose.
I follow her up the steps slowly, my eyes drifting to the curve of her ass in those jeans, and I remember the curve of her ass in those Daisy Dukes.
“What will you do tonight?” We’re outside her door, but I don’t want to let her go.
“Watch a rerun ofThe Closeruntil I get sleepy and go to bed.”
Her back is to the door, and my hand is on the door frame above her head. A yellow light is above us, and the landing is shadowy and intimate. It reminds me of the night before she left, when we were outside in the moonlight, talking about our dreams.
“What will you do?” She’s quiet.
Her pink tongue touches her bottom lip, and electricity hums around us. I’m standing too close to her, and I can’t help myself. Her fresh scent of flowers and the ocean surrounds me. My eyes trace her skin, her soft cheek, her full lips, and I just want to touch her, slowly tracing my fingers down her shoulders…
“Aiden?” My eyes drift from her lips to her green eyes, so warm and inviting. “You didn’t answer me.”
“Sorry, I was thinking…”
Her dark lashes flutter to my chest, and her slim hand rests lightly on my shirt. “What were you thinking?” Her eyes lift to my mouth.
“I won’t sleep tonight if I don’t taste your lips.”
“You won’t?” Her fingers trace the fabric of my shirt, and I imagine her pulling it higher, her mouth on my body.
“No.” It’s a hoarse whisper.
Her chin rises and mine lowers, bringing our lips dangerously close.
“Lack of sleep is the number one cause of accidents.” Her eyes meet mine, the tips of her white teeth pressing against her bottom lip. “And Owen needs his Daddy.”
Fuck, don’t say Daddy.“Is this okay?”
Lowering my face, I brush my lips across hers, and I fucking swear it sparks. My heart beats in every part of my body, specifically the parts below my belt.
“Mmm,” she hums. “Yes.”
“This?” I do it again, only this time, I use a little more pressure before pulling her lips with mine.
My chest burns with hunger, and her fingers curl, clutching my shirt.
“Yes…” It’s a throaty whisper that makes my dick hard.
“Or this?” I repeat the movement, this time nipping her bottom lip before sealing our mouths together, warm and soft.
Her lips part, and my tongue sweeps inside, tasting her, spicy sweetness. Her fingers rise to my chin, and we repeat the process, growing hungrier with every little taste, with the increasing pressure.
My hands go under her ass, and I lift her, pressing her back against the door, and she whimpers as our tongues curl together. Her legs are around my waist, and she rocks her hips in a way that massages my cock through my jeans.