Holding You Close (Ex-Con Duet 4)
Her eyes light up. “We do? Oh my gosh, I haven’t been there in ages.”
“I hear they have great steaks and seafood.”
“The absolute best,” she confirms. “How long do I have to get ready?”
My gaze scans down her body, admiring every gorgeous inch. “You look great just how you are. What’re you talkin’ about?”
“Jesse’s is fancy. I can’t go like this.”
I chuckle, then check the time. “Alright, we gotta leave in twenty if we’re gonna make it.”
“Shit.” Katie grabs her bag and takes out a black dress. “Luckily, I packed this just in case.”
“Hope you know it’s comin’ off later, though.” I flash her a wink before she grabs her makeup tote and hurries to the bathroom.
Deciding I better change too, I put on a sleek black button-up and dark wash jeans. Eighteen minutes later, Katie emerges, and I nearly lose my ability to speak.
“Fuck me,” I growl. Her hair is curled, and dark eye shadow accentuates her eyes. “You’re tryin’ to kill me.”
She spins, showing me how perfect she looks.
“Screw it, we’re skipping dinner.” I pull her into me. “I’d much rather eat you.”
Katie giggles, pushing against my chest. “No, sir. You promised me dinner. Plus, I like the idea of you wining and dining me first.”
I lean down and kiss her ruby red lips. “I’d spend forever doing just that if it meant taking you home afterward.”
She smirks, and we leave.
“Can you imagine if we dated in high school?” she asks as we drive to the restaurant. “You tryin’ to impress me with your old beat-up Ford.” She chuckles.
“Rusty Ray? He was the shit!”
Katie snorts. “We had a lot of fun, though. I bet you hooked up with a ton of girls in the back seat.”
I raise a brow. “When? Between hanging out with you and working?”
She shrugs and nervously fidgets.
“What? I can tell you wanna ask me somethin’,” I say as I find a spot to park.
“Alright. I guess I’m just wondering how many women you’ve slept with.”
I chuckle, amused as hell that she’d be scared to ask. “You really wanna know?”
She briefly contemplates before nodding. “You don’t have to tell me. I was only curious.”
I scratch the back of my neck. “Well…including you, three.”
Her eyes go wide. “Three? No way. You must’ve forgotten a few.”
“Katie, I spent the last decade in prison.”
She sighs slightly as if she’d forgotten. “I know, I meant before that…like high school and after you graduated. Plenty of girls wanted you.”
“Well, there was the one I lost my virginity to. Then the girl I’d randomly hook up with. And now…you. So yeah, three.” I shrug.
“Wow…now I feel stupid.”
I reach for her hand and interlock her fingers with mine. “Don’t. I only ever wanted it to be you. The only thing that matters now is that it’ll only ever be you—at least if I have anything to say about it.”
“You’re too sweet for your own good, Noah Reid.” She reaches over and kisses me, then pulls away with a contagious smile.
“Hold that thought because I plan on being anything but sweet after dinner.”
Our evening at Jesse’s is fantastic. We talk, eat, and laugh for almost two hours.
“Thank you,” she says as we walk hand in hand to the car. “That was just what I needed.”
I lead her to the passenger’s side and wrap my arms around her waist. “It was. Our first date out in public.”
“Does that make us official now?” she taunts.
I cup her jaw and smirk. “You’ve been mine since the moment we met. We just hadn’t known it yet.” I bring our mouths together for a heated kiss before breaking apart. “But for the record, we were official the night of your birthday when you were screaming my name.”
“Feel like making me scream tonight?”
“Fuckin’ hell. Let’s go.” I say.
As soon as we’re back at the B&B, we tiptoe inside since it’s almost ten. However, as soon as we get into our room, I don’t care about being quiet.
After Katie drops her purse, I spin her until her back is to my chest.
I feather my finger along her bare shoulder and watch her shiver under my touch. As I press my lips to the hollow of her neck, I slide my hand underneath her dress and inside her panties. She’s so goddamn wet.
“Baby girl,” I murmur, taking her earlobe between my teeth. “You're ready for me.”
“Mm-hmm,” she purrs as her head falls back.
Sinking a finger inside her tight cunt, I squeeze her waist and cause her breath to hitch. “Come on my hand, baby. I wanna taste you.”
I thrust in and out as she releases little whimpers. My heart beats erratically at the intense love I feel for her. The insane desire to please her takes over. Katie's always been the one for me, and I'd stop at nothing to make her the happiest woman alive. Touching her—deeply and emotionally—is the best kind of pleasure I could've ever imagined.