A deep, hard you're mine kind of kiss.
An I love you kind of kiss.
I've never said those words before. Not romantically.
I'm still not sure exactly what it means to love someone.
I press my lips to his. I tug at his t-shirt. "Emma's at work."
He nods.
"We could... I want to..." My cheeks flame. I'm still not good at this dirty talk thing.
His expression shifts. The doubt in his eyes fades into something a lot more demanding. "Tell me what you want, angel."
To be sure you're mine. I stare back into his eyes. I know exactly what I want. Now I have to ask for it.
He stares back at me. "Well?"
"I... I want to suck you off."
His pupils dilate. "Fuck, Kay, you know how to bury the lead."
My cheeks flush. "I'm sorry. I just. I've never, and—"
"Don't fucking apologize." He slides his hand into my hair and pulls me into a slow, deep kiss. "I love how earnest you are."
Love. The word does things to me. Things it didn't do yesterday.
My confession nags at my throat.
I want to tell him.
I'm going to.
Just... after this.
I swear.
He nips at my lips. "Fuck, you have no idea what you do to me."
"Right back at you." I press my forehead to his nose so I won't have to look him in the eyes. "I've never... will you teach me?"
He nods. "I like it rough."
"Are you going to keep warning me?"
"Probably." He wraps his arms around my waist and pulls me off the couch with him.
Brendon nods to the window. "You want the blinds closed?"
I bite my lip. "No." We're blocks from the beach. People might walk by. They might see. But the thought doesn't scare me. It makes my sex clench. It makes my pulse race.
"You want people to see you on your knees, angel?"
I swallow hard. "Yes."
He motions come here.