Can't Slow Down - Lizzie Hart Stevens Page 0,18
put her dress back in place and kiss her lips. She moans and gives me a disappointed look. Not pleased that I stopped.
“You are such a tease sometimes, you know that?” Lexi crosses her arms and huffs.
I laugh and playfully slap her ass and her jaw drops.
“You started it, sweet cheeks.” I shrug. “I’ll take care of you and finish what you started later.” I smirk. “Don’t worry.”
Lexi sticks out her bottom lip and pretends to pout. It takes every bit of restraint I have to not pull her to me and suck that juicy lip into my mouth and just take her right here on my patio.
I chuckle and pull her into a hug, kissing the top of her head.
“Now let’s get dinner out of the way, so I can have my dessert.”
TODAY HAS BEEN the most fun, and at the same time, the most relaxing day I have had in a long time. Coen has given up his entire Sunday to keep me company. I don’t think he’d really rather be anywhere else, though, judging by the way he hasn’t been able to keep his hands off of me. I am definitely not complaining.
After some protesting from Coen, I helped him prep all of the food. After we seasoned the chicken and wrapped the potatoes and corn in foil, he did all of the grilling, and I prepared the salad. It was the most delicious barbecue I’ve had in a long time. Maybe I’m imagining it, but this was the best I’ve had since the last time my dad was able to make it for me. Sure, I make it for myself all the time, but it always tastes better when someone else cooks it.
I’m inside washing the dishes when Coen comes in from cleaning the grill.
“You’re hard-headed at times, aren’t you?” he asks. He’s standing so close that I can feel his warm breath on the back of my ear. He smells like a mixture of cologne, sweat, and barbecue smoke. It’s so manly and such a turn-on.
“Me? Hard-headed? Never.” I snicker.
“Mmhmm,” Coen hums as he slides his hands around my waist and starts nibbling on my earlobe. It sends shivers down my spine. “I thought . . . I told you . . . to leave the dishes . . . there,” he says in between placing kisses up and down my neck.
He’s making me so wet. He presses his body closer to mine and I feel his cock hard against me. I drop the dish I was washing back into the soapy water and turn around to face him. His green eyes are filled with lust and he takes my mouth and completely intertwines it with his own. He then slides his hands so lightly down my back that it causes me to shiver again. I moan into his mouth and he growls as he grabs my ass cheeks hard and lifts me up. My hands are still soapy and wet from the dishes, but he doesn’t seem to mind.
Wrapping one arm around my waist, he holds me up as he fists his other hand in my hair. Our kisses are so deep that we can hardly breathe and neither one of us wants to come up for air. My nails dig into his back and he walks through the house, carrying me to the bathroom.
Once we make it there, he stands me next to the tub, and even though I expect him to rip off our clothes in desperate fury, he doesn’t. The desire is written all over his face, there’s a fire in his eyes, and his lips part as he wets them with the tip of his tongue, letting his bottom lip drag against his teeth.
“So fucking beautiful,” he says, almost inaudible.
We both get into the shower and Coen turns it on. For a brief moment we just stand there, panting from our heated kiss, and let the warm water trickle over our bodies while we catch our breath.
He places his hand on my neck and I close my eyes while leaning in to his touch. His grasp is firm but sensual as he slowly turns me around, my back now against his front. With one hand still on my neck he starts placing kisses down my spine as his other hand slides between my legs. He rubs his middle finger between my slick, wet folds, teasing my now sensitive clit.
I shudder against him, now completely under his spell.
I reach behind me