Page 41 of Her Filthy Grump
“How about dinner and dancing?”
“Sounds perfect.” I can’t say I wasn’t hoping for that answer. I want the opportunity to hold her in my arms and not need an excuse. What’s my reason right now? Because I fucking want to. “How do we handle your father? He’s my boss and isn’t exactly excited about us being together.”
“He’s not excited about me being with anyone. But I told him in no uncertain terms that he needs to stay out of my personal life. I’m an adult with a college education. I’m no longer a little girl.”
I arch an eyebrow. “And he agreed?”
“He agreed enough.” She stands on her tiptoes, wraps her arms around my neck, and presses her lips against mine. Lord, save me. She’s bad for my health, but I don’t care.
When her tongue flicks against my lips, I growl. It’s too soon to take her home and have sex with her, but I want to.
Her fingers dig into the flesh at the base of my neck, and my dick goes on full alert. I trail kisses along her jaw until I reach her ear. “Doll, you need to stop before I take you right here.”
She convulses against me, and my entire body screams to take her. I haven’t been this desperate for a taste of heaven since I was in high school. And if I don’t get control soon, I’m going to make a total fool of myself.
I glance around. We’re in the shadows and far enough from the house that we can neither be seen nor heard easily. The porch light has been turned off, leaving us in darkness. Adrenaline shoots through my veins. I’m going to hell.
I skate my hands up her thighs, dragging her skirt with them. “I want to feel you. Do I make you wet?”
“God, yes.” She moans and surges forward, pressing her center against me.
Blood pounds in my ears until I can’t hear anything but the sound of my pulse thumping like a drum. “I can smell you, and it makes my blood boil.”
She whimpers. I slip my fingers inside her panties and run the tips over her swollen lips.Heaven.I swipe some of the juices and growl in her ear. “So, fucking wet.”
Her clit is tight and hard under my fingertip. The instant I touch it, she gasps and jumps. Her responsiveness has me on fire. I gather more of her desire and return my attention to her clit.
I need more room to move, but stopping at this point is out of the question.
“Oh, my God,” she coos, and I repeatedly flick against the tender nerve. The way her breath hitches and comes out in wild huffs, makes my chest swell with pride. I lick the flesh between her ear and her throat as she grinds her pelvis against me.
“Kameron.” The overwhelming desire in her voice is fucking hot. I want to yank down her panties and plaster her against the outdoor playroom that Gavin built until she’s screaming and crashing over me. Yet somehow, I find the willpower to keep from rutting her like a wild animal. “Don’t stop. Right there.”
“Yes, baby. Tell me how you want it.”
She pants, and her fingernails pinch down into my skin, triggering my desire to amp up another notch. “I can’t talk.”
“Baby, fucking come on my fingers. I want to feel your body convulsing because of my touch.”
“Oh.” She shudders violently in my arms, causing me to both laugh and growl at the same time.So, hot.I’m surprised a coyote hasn’t started howling. Do they even have coyotes in California? Who the fuck cares?
I claim her mouth and thrust my tongue in and out of her depths as I work my index finger along her slit. I collect each moan as a trophy to display on my mantle. I ache to worship this woman and take every ounce of goodness she has and drown in it.
As she nears her climax, I leave her molten pussy and tug on her clit. “Oh, fuck, Kameron,” she yelps and shatters around me.
“That’s it, sweet girl.” I slowly remove my hand from her panties and lick my fingers. “Delicious.”
Her eyes widen at my actions, and I frown. “Has no one ever talked dirty to you? Or told you how sweet you are?”
“No.” She shakes her head.
Damn. This girl is too much.I raise my mouth into a half-smile. “Then prepare to be educated. I’m going to blow your mind with sweet nothings and dirty fucking words. Then, I’m going to drive you wild with endless orgasms.”
Fuck.Two months with this woman is not going to be enough. Do I dare hope for more?
Chapter Twenty-Five
Layla