“How long will you be gone?” Her hand has found its way to mine, and I don’t really mind it. She’s concerned for me. This is new. And I like it. Why do I like it?
“Well, I think I need to head out tomorrow morning.”
“Oh.” She quietly nods.
“And, I want you to come with me. I think it’s safer. I can— we can protect you better that way. She’s silent for a moment, and then she sighs before agreeing. I look at her for the first time since stepping into her room, and the immediate buzz it gives me is better than any alcohol.
She smiles like I’m being silly for staring, and fuck, maybe I am. But at least the weight in my chest is gone, and that feeling in my head, that rush of something like a happy pill. I reach out without thinking and slide my hand across her soft shoulder, grab the strap laid over it and feel the silk with my thumb. She watches me do this, chest rising and falling, eyes slowly reconnecting with mine.
“I liked this in the store.”
“And now?” Her eyes are searching my face, and the feeling of being pulled together reignites so potently that I can’t fight it. I lean in, inches from her face now, as I whisper.
“On you, it’s even better.” I softly kiss her lips, and she reaches for my hair. Her fingers pull it gently as I kiss down her jawline. It’s soft and warm, and I’m already hard as I kiss down the length of her neck. I pull the strap off her shoulder, and she laughs.
“I thought you liked this on me.” I breathe a laugh and whisper into her skin. “Yes, but I think I like taking it off you even better.” I lift my head, and she watches me pull the other shoulder down, causing the top to drop to her waist. Her exposed breasts are more perfect than I remember them. Our eyes consider what’s about to happen; we study one another for a second before we collide, the heat of our bodies instantly making me hard as she practically rips off my shirt. I don’t care if it did rip. I don’t care if it’s the fastest way to get undressed. I love her hands touching my body, exploring intently as I suck on her soft bottom lip.
She tastes like cotton candy. Always has. Every time we kiss, I remember it and can’t get enough. I cup her breast with both my hands as we sink into the bed, our chests now touching as I push her wrists into the mattress. I pull away for a second, and she bites her lip with a grin that tells me I can keep going. Her hands reach down to my slacks, unbutton and unzip them with finesse.
“Wait,” I whisper, and she pouts as I slide her pajamas off the rest of the way with my left hand. She’s fully naked, and I can’t help but graze my hand down her stomach, then to the moist heat of her. I trail a finger across her wet opening, and she pants a longing breath.
“Do what you want.” She whispers, sending chills all over my body as she reaches to her bedside and opens the drawer. I watch inquisitively until I see that the drawer is full of sex toys.
“Lombardi!” My eyes widen, and I stare at her, grinning like an idiot. “You got a lot of these.” I fish through the drawer and find some red fuzzy handcuffs and three different types of vibrators.
“I’ve got a lot of needs.” She flashes me a grin that makes my heart stop for a second. I leave the drawer open, drop them beside her and kiss her lips because even doing that makes me instantly hard. The way our mouths fit like two puzzle pieces, the taste of their ripe eagerness and longing fervor.
I’m lost to everything except for Stella Lombardi, and I will give her the best fucking sex she’s ever had. She deserves that much, and so do I, after wanting her for so long with far too little action to satisfy my cravings.
I’m not considering the negative consequences because the only consequence I want is her moaning my name in pleasure for hours to come (literally).