“What about it?” I ask her. Now it’s my turn to throw down my fork.
“Well, it’s no secret I’ve wanted you for a long time.” She starts talking, and her eyes lower when she does this, so I push back from the table, sliding my chair across the terracotta tiles. Her eyes fly up, looking at me, and then she watches me round the table and pull her chair out. “Brian?” she asks me on a whisper, and her eyes widen when I pick her up out of her chair. Her arm goes around my shoulders, and she holds on while I carry her to the couch. Sitting down in the middle of the couch, I look at her.
“If we are going to have a conversation about us, I want to do it while I touch you,” I tell her as my heart speeds up a bit, and my mouth gets suddenly dry.
“Okay,” she murmurs and then looks down again. I put my finger under her chin and lift her face so I can see her eyes. “Now, where were we?” I ask the silly question because I know exactly where we were. “You were saying something about wanting me?” I smile and then lean in to touch her lips with mine.
She rolls her eyes at me. “Oh, God,” she mumbles and then starts again, “as I said, it’s no surprise that I have wanted you for a long time.” She stops. “I have discussions better when I can walk and talk with my hands.”
“Fine.” I give in, knowing she must be nervous. “But kiss me first,” I tell her. She smiles and then leans in and kisses me. Not soft like before, but with a nip on my bottom lip and then her tongue sliding in with mine. She turns in my lap, giving my cock a notion that it’s time to play. When her knees go on either side of my hips and she grinds her pussy on me, a groan roars through me. My hand grabs her face, and then slide into her long, lush hair where I grab a fist full of it and then press into her. Now it’s her turn to moan as she grinds up and down against me. I push her away from me. “If we continue this, I’m going to embarrass myself and then have to go get cleaned up.”
She laughs at me, her green eyes bright with a twinkle. She pushes off me, and I swear to God I hear my cock moan out its disappointment. “Okay.” She stands in front of me with her hands folded together in front of her. “So I’ve wanted you for a long time.”
I smile at her and lean back on the couch. “I know.”
She shakes her head. “Can you try to be a little less modest?”
“Baby, you were dating someone else when you came on to me,” I point out.
“Technically,” she starts, and now she paces in front of me left and right. “So”—her hands go to the sides of her—“I wasn’t really dating him.”
I sit up straight. “What are you talking about? I drove you to his house.” I stare at her, and she smiles a bit.
“Well, the first time you drove me there, we were dating. Sort of.” She starts walking again. “I mean, it was our third date.” Her head moves side to side as she looks over at me to make sure I’m listening. “Well, then I saw you, and I broke up with him that first night.”
I stand now. “You came back five times,” I point out, thinking about all the times I had to drive her there with her coming on to me. I was irritated and pissed each time she got out of the truck. “Five, Kellie.” My voice goes up a notch, and she holds out her hand to stop me from talking.
“Yeah, well, in case you don’t remember, I pushed it so far and made you drive me around, hoping you would show a smidgen of anything.”
“You were there to see another man,” I emphasize.
“Well, not really, but yeah,” she says, and then she stops moving. “But well, the other times, I just sat in the hallway of his apartment building biding my time until I came out.”
I rub my hands over my face, thinking back on those times how the visits went from three hours to twenty minutes, and the last time, it was seven minutes. I didn’t even turn off the truck. I look over at her. “You played me.”
“Not really.” She smiles. “But I wanted to see you, and all the hints I dropped didn’t work, so I had to improvise.”
“Baby,” I say, shaking my head, “I don’t date people who I work for or protect.”
I think she stops breathing. She definitely stops smiling. “What?” she whispers. “What does that mean?”