“I can see this,” I whispered, sliding my hands back up, fingers and palms flat, taking in all I could get, my touch light.
“And it’d be good, you stop touchin’ me.”
“I like touching you,” I said softly.
“I like it too, baby, but it ain’t helpin’ my fight to stop gettin’ hard.”
My hands stopped and I advised, “Then you might want to stop whispering against my lips, Tack, because that’s turning me on.”
“Yeah?”
“Mm hmm.”
“Doesn’t take much for you, does it, darlin’?”
With the others, it did.
But not with him.
I didn’t share that.
Instead I said, “It’s the goatee.”
“Bullshit, it’s me.”
He totally had me figured out.
“Well, it is your goatee.”
That was when I felt his lips smile against my mouth.
Then, alas, he lifted his lips from mine and stated, “Right, been a good night, Red. I learned somethin’ gets up your ass, you don’t delay and with only a little coaxing, you ask me about it. I learned you think I’m hot. I learned you can be cute when you’re turned on. And it’s a definite that I’m never shavin’ off this goatee.” I grinned at him through the dark but he concluded with, “Not that I was goin’ to anyway.”
“Well I’m glad you’ve declared that as a definite,” I told him with humor vibrating in my voice. “Brings me relief.”
“Babe, you’re still bein’ cute.”
“Oh. Right. I’ll stop doing that right away.”
“Christ, still f**kin’ cute,” he muttered and his thumb did another sweep and grazed the curve of my breast causing another shiver at the same time my ni**les got hard.
Time for a subject change.
“When something gets up my ass, I don’t delay in asking you about it?”
“Nope.”
“What was up my ass?”
“You cottoned onto the fact the kids didn’t blink I had a woman in my house. That crawled up your ass. You sat on it for about fifteen minutes. Only a little pressure from me, you put it out there.”
“Oh.”
“Before you ask and so you don’t have to think about it, I like that too. Definitely.”
“Good,” I whispered, giving him a squeeze with my arms.
“Fuck me, now she’s bein’ sweet.”