Lindy’s hand curls around mine, and the contact sends a furious jolt all the way up my arm and into my chest as if I’ve just been defibrillated. She tries to yank me up, but all I have to do is give one small, innocent pull, and she flies forward and lands in my arms, which is exactly where I wanted her. I cradle her, breaking her fall. Her bottom hits my knees, she twists in my arms, and she grins as she looks up at me. She shoves my chest playfully.
“That’s hardly fair. You planned that, you skunk bottom.”
“I really hope that’s a strange and unique term of endearment. And I did kind of plan this. Not the nap, but this. Spontaneously. It was more of a spur-of-the-moment decision, so not technically a plan at all.” My face is so close to hers, so very close. All I would have to do is lean in an inch to kiss her. Her lips are pink and inviting, but I want her to show me that this is okay. I relax my hold, letting her know she can stand up and walk away if she wants to.
But thankfully, she doesn’t. She leans in instead and inhales deeply right at the neckline of my shirt. “You smell nice. Like you, four cats, and naps. It’s a good mix.”
“Did we really miss our reservation?”
She swallows, and the guilty look floods back into her face. Oh, that’s not going to do. That’s not going to do at all.
“Yeah, we did. I’m really s—”
I cut her off with my lips. And her lips. Together. This time, I don’t crush our mouths together. Instead, I kiss her softly and intently, taking my time to show her that I’m more than alright with missing our reservation. I’m entirely okay with making other plans, doing nothing, staying in, and doing whatever she wants.
Her legs wrap around my waist, and when I feel her heat pressing against the tent in my pants, I let out a groan. She laps at my lips, devouring the sound.
“Kirian?” she whispers. “I’m still not wearing panties.”
Oh boy.
I drop my mouth to her neck and kiss her there, mostly so I can catch my breath. Her fingers curl around my shoulders, and she leans in, pressing her chest against mine.
“And Kirian?” she whispers again. “I’m not wearing a bra either.”
I think there’s now a full-blown sequoia tree in my pants. I can feel the hard press of her nipples through two layers of clothing, and I can feel how wet she is. She rocks her hips against me, but she raises her head, her eyes flicker open, and she looks at me.
“This is okay, Kirian. I want this, and I want to do this with you. I’ve been thinking about it ever since I met you. I really can’t sleep right, and I’ve tried to take care of it myself, but it’s a problem, and the fact that I can’t take care of the problem is a problem, so I was hoping you would want to—”
I cut off that last bit by kissing her hard and winding my hands through her hair. She kisses me back furiously, our tongues battling it out. Then, she takes my hand—the one on her waist—and guides it up her bare leg. My dick twitches so hard that there could very well be a hole torn in my pants. She shows me what she wants by spreading my fingers over her thigh and guiding my hand up, right up to her center.
She jerks hard when my fingers brush over her soaking wet pussy. I groan, and she moans in response. Our tongues continue to stroke each other, and our teeth nearly clash. She angles her face to take me deeper as my fingers brush over her clit, circling gently. She moans again, loudly.
Lindy takes my other hand from her waist and guides it up the front of her dress. She stops at her breast, and I cup the beautiful orb through the tight fabric. I roll my thumb over her nipple, and she sighs against my lips.
She wriggles on my lap, kisses a path over to my ear, then whispers thickly. “I want you inside me.”
If I’ve ever come close to an embarrassing moment of things happening in my pants that should not happen in my pants, it is now because things almost happen in my pants, as in a very premature explosion. I barely manage to hold back because who the hell would not be brought straight to the verge by hot, heady words like that.
I move my hand, teasing her until I find her entrance. I slip one finger inside, and my god, I nearly explode again. My cock is now doing acrobatics in my pants.
“For the love of holy fuck,” I groan. “You’re so wet, so tight, and so hot. You feel so good.”