face, and retreated from the dinner. She crossed her arms over that too-tiny shirt. “I haven’t agreed to see you.”
I took the opportunity to invade her apartment. She didn’t stop me. A good sign. I set the pizza on her kitchen counter—moving aside a collection of miniature salt-shakers in the shape of various animals, landmarks, and touristy objects.
“I know,” I said. “I just mean…I don’t want it to be the third date, because then I might have blown all my chances, and I’m not ready to give up yet. I really…”
Elle arched an eyebrow, flicking a piece of popcorn off my shoulder with a bewildered glance. But she didn’t ask questions, just offered me enough rope to hang myself. Her laptop rested on the counter. She followed my gaze and closed the lid.
Point taken.
I heaved a breath. “I needed to see you, Red. I had a shitty day, and I know, deep down, you’re the only one who’s gonna make it any better.”
I took her hand. Elle didn’t resist, but her fingers didn’t curl into my shirt like when she usually fought my embrace until she realized how perfect it felt.
“Is that a rock in your pocket…” She bit her lip to tame the smirk. “Or are you happy to see me?”
I pulled it from my pocket. “It’s a rock, actually.”
Now she did push me away, frustrated.
“A river rock.” I pointed to her shelves and cupboards. “From when we went tubing. I found it in my bag when I unpacked. You can add it to your Lachlan collection.”
“You think I have a Lachlan collection?”
“If you don’t, you should start one.”
Elle cast her eyes down, guilty. She searched the shelf on the far side of the living room and returned with the sunglasses I thought I’d lost at the combine.
“Okay…are you a pack-rat or thief?”
She shrugged. “I have some pictures of us too…”
“Sounds like fun.”
“Yeah…they’re nothing I can upload to Facebook.”
I handed the sunglasses to her. “Look, Red. I was a jerk today. I…was stressed. I’m not used to having bad days. Can you forgive me?”
She puffed a stray lock of hair from her face. “I shouldn’t have snapped either. I wasn’t feeling very well today, and—”
“You’re sick?”
“Just too much sun. My stomach’s in knots. But I’m okay. Rotten day though.”
“Can I make it up to you?”
She made a face. “Normally I’d love some pizza…but I don’t think I’m very hungry.”
“I am.”
“Well, there’s paper plates in the drawer by the sink, or I have a couple collectable plates from different amusement parks—”
“I’m not hungry for pizza, Elle.”
I tugged her to the couch, grinning as she tried her hardest to act demure and scandalized.
I wasn’t buying it.
I knew this woman. How she felt. How she reacted. How she tasted.
She might have hidden it, but Elle longed to be kissed, licked, fucked, taken.
And I owed that much to her.
And to myself.
I pushed her onto the couch, flat on her back with her skirt up and legs spread.
My cock would burst through my jeans. “Can you stay like this forever?”
She hummed. “Might take a bit of convincing.”
“Oh, I can be very persuasive.”
Panties.
Why did a woman like her bother with panties? The tiny scrap of cloth barely protected her secrets from my watering mouth. I rolled the material down her legs and savored the sight.
Perfect legs. Curvy hips. Smooth skin.
And a pussy so wet and slick it was like we’d never left the river.
Some men took their time. Some liked to tease. Some idiots didn’t offer a lady anything at all.
That wasn’t me.
I held a power over this woman when her legs were spread and that soft little slit was exposed to me. I dove for Elle, burying my face within that dark secret of hers. One good lap with my tongue, and I had her for my own.
Back arched.
Hands in my hair.
My name on her lips.
She was so easy to please, and such a tasty treat. Her silken folds opened to me, and I plunged my tongue as deeply inside as I could get. She bucked against the intrusion, but not in a bad way. No. She arched to get closer. To feel more. To be licked.
Eaten.
Devoured.
And it’d be my pleasure…as well as hers.
“Lachlan…” Elle’s voice already trembled. I sucked her clit to hear the rest of her words waver. “Maybe we should talk?”
“Not polite to talk with my mouth full.”
I made a point of it though, so she’d hear how slurred and wet my words were. She shuddered in the vulgarity of it