I follow behind her, curious about where she sleeps. Her bedroom is closest to the living room. It's nothing like I expected. The room is as neat and tidy as the living room, but her bedroom furniture is made of antique copper and rustic wood that look almost masculine. Her comforter is a purple so dark it's almost black. The curtains and the rug on the floor match. Stepping inside feels a little like stepping out into nature.
A bulletin board over her desk and the items on top of the desk are the only really girly touches. Various sticky notes, calendars, and photos are tacked to the board with butterfly pins. The border is a lighter purple than the linens. So are all of the little cups and organizers on the desk. She has a bookcase crammed full of books. Some look like they're one more read from falling apart.
"Which is your favorite, angel baby?" I ask.
She jumps and twirls to face me. "You scared me!"
"You forget I was here?"
"No." She blushes bright red. "I didn't know you were still behind me."
I shake my head at her, amused. She did the same thing several times tonight…got so caught up in whatever was going on in her head and forgot the world around her. I pry the bag from her hands and then drop it to the floor before drawing her body closer to mine.
"You get lost thinking about me, Kennedy?"
"No," she lies, her voice breathless. Her eyes heat and darken as I wrap my arms around her, holding her to my body. She's so soft. Never thought that could be as big a turn on as it is, but as soon as I touch her sweet little body, my cock goes rock hard.
"What were you thinking about?" I lean down to brush my lips across hers. Those are soft too, and addicting. She still tastes like cherries.
She digs her fingers into the arms of my jacket, a dreamy sigh whispering from her lips.
"Asher," she breathes, tilting her face up, silently demanding more kisses.
I give them to her, of course.
Kissing Kennedy is the best damn thing I've ever done. I slide my hand into her thick mass of hair, tilting her head how I want her. My tongue touches her bottom lip, demanding she open for me. As soon as she does, I lick into her mouth, groaning when that sweet cherry taste hits my system.
The tip of her tongue touches my ring, playing with it. Even with my lips seamed to hers, I find myself fighting a smile. She's so fascinated with my piercings. Don't think she realizes yet how much she loves them. She definitely doesn't know how much more she'll love this particular one when I finally get my mouth on her.
She tugs at my jacket, making an impatient sound in the back of her throat.
"You want this off, angel?"
"Uh-huh."
"So damn sweet." I chuckle and strip the jacket off, letting it fall to the floor.
As soon as it's gone, she's got her hands on my body, running them over my chest. And fuck if that isn't the best feeling in the world. My entire body buzzes like it did the first time I set eyes on her a few days ago.
I know the second she discovers two of my other piercings.
One hand pauses over my pec, her lips breaking from mine. "Asher, what…"
"Piercings, angel baby."
Her wide green eyes meet mine.
I chuckle at the shocked, desire-dazed look on her face.
"Show me," she demands.
It's my turn to be shocked. And turned the fuck on.
"Jesus," I rasp, my dick throbbing at the excited, commanding look on her face. She's a little queen, demanding what she wants from me. I'm helpless to resist her. Have been since the word go. Not that I'm trying too hard or anything. I'll give her whatever she wants.
I quickly start undoing the buttons of my shirt, cursing when I fumble with the damn things. She gives me a sweet little smile and then brushes my hands away to do it herself. I have to bite my lip to keep from groaning out loud. She can undress me any damn time she wants.
Once she slips the last button free, I slide the shirt off.
"Oh, wow," she whispers, her lips parting into an adorable little "o". She reaches out as if to touch me and then hesitates, her hand hovering in midair.
"Put your hands on me, baby." I'm not sure if I'm demanding or pleading.
Either way, she gives me what I want. Her palm lands against my abdomen.
"Jesus Christ, that feels good."
Her skin is so soft against mine.