“Tuesday.”
“I’ll be in the front row. I can’t wait. You’re walking seduction with that guitar.”
I touched her legs under the table. “Don’t need a guitar to seduce you.”
She blushed, biting her lower lip. “That’s true, you don’t.”
We chatted about our day until we cleared our plates, because neither of us had really eaten much of the meal. It wasn’t bad, just well cooked—I’d have to interrogate my sister to see what she was up to.
Heather jumped out of her seat screeching, “Oh my God, I completely forgot the wine.”
She started to go to the kitchen, but I caught her hand, pulling her back, and sat down with her right into my lap.
“Heather. Stop. Fretting.”
“Yes, sir.” Grinning, she placed her hands on my shoulders. “I just want you to feel good here. Maybe you’ll stop by again.”
“I will. You’re not getting rid of me, Heather.”
“Yeah?
I kissed up her neck, nibbling at her earlobe before rising from the chair and placing Heather on the empty portion of the table. She leaned back on her palms so I had all the access I wanted. I moved my mouth down her chest, teasing th
at soft skin, claiming it inch by inch.
I needed her, and I needed her right now. I couldn’t focus on anything other than kissing her, touching her, but one thought nagged at the back of my mind: I wanted to be more than a fun time for Heather. I wanted to be so much more. Claim every part of her, make her mine.
Odd thoughts for a flirt like me but that’s how it had been since the beginning with Heather. Just one look and I was hooked.
Her dress had three buttons running from her neckline to just above her stomach. Opening them only gave me a teasing look at her soft skin and bra, but I needed more. I pulled her dress over her head before taking a step back so I could see her better. She was wearing a flesh-colored bra and matching panties. They drove me crazy. How could she be this beautiful? I wanted to touch her too much to linger at a distance. I lavished her breasts with attention, kissing the upper part that rose out of the bra cup. She wrapped her legs around me, her heels digging in the back of my thighs.
Jesus, I needed to move her somewhere more comfortable before I completely lost control, or I’d fuck her right here on this table. I pulled back, laughing when she looked up at me with a pout.
“Let’s go to the bedroom.”
“Why? I like the table.”
“I need a bed for what I have in mind.”
“Ooh. Okay, then.”
She pushed me away playfully, jumping down from the table. I kept my hands to myself while she led me to the bedroom. The second we were inside, she turned on a lamp.
“So... this is my humble bedroom.” She paused and looked nervously around. “A bit small—”
I didn’t care about any of that. I pinned her against the door with my hips, licking her lower lip. I unclasped her bra before lowering myself on my haunches. I dragged my fingers from the sides of her knees up her thighs, watching her skin turn to goose bumps. Her breath quickened as I moved higher. She gave me a nervous laugh when I hooked my thumbs in the elastic band of her panties.
She had absolutely nothing to be nervous about, but I knew telling her that wouldn’t help. I was going to show her. I lowered her panties down her legs, watching her, looking her straight in the eyes as she stepped out of them. Then I hooked her right knee on my shoulder, kissing her inner thigh until I reached her apex. I kissed that soft skin until she scratched at the door.
“Ryker,” she whispered before burying her fingers in my hair. Feisty. I loved it. I moved my mouth on her, feeling her breath become increasingly more labored.
Fuck, I was so hard it was painful. I needed to be inside her, but I wanted her to come first. When the leg she stood on wobbled, I cupped her ass cheeks, supporting her. I pressed my fingers on her skin, tilting her ass forward, changing the angle a bit. She was just where I needed her to bring her over the edge.
I pulled her clit between my lips until she came hard, curling her fingers in my hair. She almost lost her balance.
“Ryker,” she whispered in a shaky voice as I kissed up her body. I wanted to claim every inch of her as mine. When I captured her mouth, she hummed against me before biting my tongue teasingly. I blindly pulled at the buttons of my shirt.
“You’re going to ruin your shirt.”