“I’m sorry,” I tell him, sitting up. My eyes glance down, and I notice something wet on my thighs. I thought I dried off all the way. Shoot. Everything is exposed. I begin trying to pull the shirt down, but he hisses and stops me.
“Don’t hide from me, little one.” My hand brushes against the wetness on my thigh, and I look down once again, trying to figure out what it is. “Now you smell like me.” My gaze jerks to his, and his nostrils flare as he stares at me, something feral in his eyes…something unable to be tamed or trapped. Wait. Is this…Holy shit!!! My pussy likes that, apparently. “Come.” He holds his hand out to me, and I can’t stop the thought that apparently someone already did.
My hand in his, I get out of the bed and rub my legs together, shivering as his slickness rubs into my skin. His hand grips mine harder. Once again, I find myself looking at him, taking in the contours of his face, hard and strong. He is still in a business shirt, though his jacket has been removed. I admire the hardness I can see under it, knowing he must spend time in the gym regularly.
“Mmmm. What smells so good.” We walk into the kitchen, and I see a couple of plates and wide saucers set up.
“You didn’t eat when you got here, and unfortunately, all I know how to make is grilled cheese and tomato soup. Well, I can also make a mean Omelet.” he winks, and I giggle. His face lit up when he did that, and it made him seem so light and sweet. “Sit, baby.” Like a puppy being trained, I do as I am told. He scoots my chair under the table and lays a napkin in my lap. Those simple gestures make my entire body warm and tingly. Apparently, I am easy. “I made you two grilled cheese sandwiches.”
“This is too much. I can’t eat all of this.” My stomach chooses this moment to growl. Crap. “Well, maybe I am really hungry, but I really should watch what I eat. I am trying to lose weight.”
“What the fuck for?” he growls like an angry dog.
“I mean, my hips are too big, and my stomach isn’t flat like the other girls…”
“Who gives a shit about other girls. You little one, have handles for a real man, to grip and squeeze when you are riding his cock. You don’t lose a fucking pound. I want to feel every inch when I am on top of you, pounding you into the bed.” Whoa. I damn near choked on my grilled cheese. I stop eating and stare at him, turned on and angsty at his words. “Eat, my flower.” I continue to chew, thankful he gave me a reprieve. I have no idea what I was going to say.
“I guess I was hungrier than I thought. Sorry,” I say, ducking my head, heat covering my face at how I was stuffing it. This must look attractive.
“Attractiveness doesn’t begin to cover it, little one.” Shoot. I said that out loud? “I am a grown-ass man, and I am jealous of the melted cheese that gets to invade your wet, warm mouth.” Holy hell. With his foot, he pulls my chair closer to his and runs his nose up my neck. “I love that you smell like my body wash. One of the many ways I am going to be able to prove to everyone you belong to me now.” His lips touch my neck, and my body shivers, goosebumps racing up and down the pathway. “Tell me about you, little flower.” Crap. I was hoping I had more time before we got to this.
“Not much to tell. I am a college student who came here on a whim for spring break.” There. No lies. Just not everything. He sighs, lifts me, and puts me on his lap. The way I am sitting on him, I am straddling his leg, not facing him. On instinct, I move slightly, gasping at the jolt of electricity that shoots to my clit. Thank God I am not facing him right now. I know the wetness I feel underneath me is from my pussy. I have never been this turned on in my life, but this man makes me a mess. Literally.
“So, how did you come to be in the store getting arrested?” As he asks, his hands are rubbing circles on the sides of my stomach, moving down slightly with each rotation. When his leg lifts and drops back down, my pussy feels every movement, and I whimper, biting my lip, hoping he didn’t hear it. “I know, baby. Trust me, little one, this mess you are making on my leg, I want in my mouth, but first, I need to know everything.” His whispered words are making me so horny. Instead of answering him, I continue to rock against his leg, keening for release. Smack.