for a kiss. Because she looks amazing in those painted on jeans and the drapey tee that conforms to every curve she has, the welcome home kiss quickly turns X-rated. As though we have any other setting. Ha.
After nowhere near long enough, she pushes away from me, her eyes still devouring my chest as she wipes her lower lip. “And that’s why you didn’t get to kiss me goodbye like that,” she says with a grin on her face.
I wipe my own mouth, looking at the remains of her lipstick on my fingers. “That’s why welcome home kisses are my favorite.”
She plops down on the couch and takes off her shoes. But I don’t let her stop there. She laughs when I reach for her top, but obligingly lifts her arms when I pull it over her head.
Her hands go to my sweats and give a yank, and my dick pops free, hard and ready for her. She reaches for my dick, and I thrust into her hand, letting out a satisfied groan at the contact. “God, I’ve missed you.”
She lets out another laugh, this one low and husky. “I’ve only been gone for two hours.”
I have something to say to that—something about how that’s longer than we’ve been apart since I moved in, but whatever rebuttal I might’ve given is lost when her hot, wet mouth closes on my crown.
“Ungh,” is all I manage to get out, transfixed by the sight of her bobbing up and down, taking me in short, shallow strokes, her lips a tight ring around me, her hand working on the part of my shaft her mouth doesn’t cover.
She looks up at me, her dark eyes dancing with merriment, and I’m so glad she left off the contacts today. She debated with herself, but ultimately decided that she was unlikely to be photographed going to and from Delores’s office, and didn’t bother. They’re hot, but I crave the connection with her, and I feel like they’re a wall. A piece of artifice designed to keep people out. And while I probably don’t have any right to demand she bare all of herself to me, I want her to all the same.
Unaware of the possessive thoughts running through my head, she smiles around my dick, and I think I’m falling in love with her.
I’m not stupid enough to say that out loud—especially not right now—but this warm, gooey feeling in my chest is more than just being horny. More than just gratitude for a blowjob. I’ve had plenty of blowjobs, and I can’t say I’ve ever felt this way about the woman giving it to me before.
I reach out and caress her face, and she turns her head and pokes my dick into the hollow of her cheek, poking my hand with it.
And while it provokes a laugh, breaking the sudden solemness overtaking me, it doesn’t do anything to dispel the feelings growing inside me.
She pulls off after circling her tongue over the crown a few times, leaving me weak in the knees. But I don’t go anywhere, because she stands and starts removing the rest of her clothes. “I believe you promised to eat me when I got home,” she says through a mischievous smile.
“I believe you’re right.”
I glance over at Alexis in the passenger seat as we drive up the 101 to Brendan and Lauren’s place outside of Santa Barbara. Brendan prefers being a little farther out of the hustle and bustle of LA, and I haven’t heard Lauren complain, so she must have enough in the area to keep her occupied.
Alexis has barely said a word since we got in the car almost an hour ago, which isn’t like her. I’ve left her to her thoughts, not wanting to add to her anxiety, but the longer she’s silent, the more concerned I become.
“So Jonathan and Gabby flew in for our dinner.”
She nods, and I think her gulp would be audible if not for the road noise. “Yeah. You mentioned that.”
I nod too, feeling awkward around her for the first time ever, really. This is awful. Why is this so awful? We have chemistry. We click. We make awesome music together and in the bedroom …
So why does meeting my brothers make her so nervous?
“Gabby and Lauren are both really excited to meet you,” I try. Maybe my sisters-in-law are less threatening.
“Uh-huh.”
Finally tired of attempting to be subtle, I just go straight at the problem. In my experience, it’s usually the best approach anyway.