Not So Far Away (Worlds Collide The Duets #1) - LL Meyer Page 0,52
“She could have a mother who puts her first. Instead, she has one who shows up high and makes a scene in front of everyone she knows.”
Oh. Damn. Without a doubt, his heart is bleeding for his little girl. “You’re not responsible for other people’s actions.”
He swallows. “No, but that doesn’t mean I don’t feel useless.”
“True,” I concede. “I guess all you can do is not let that feeling change how you love and support your daughter.”
He frowns, then looks exasperated, then tsks in defeat. “Again with the wisdom, Opal?”
My heart lurches in my chest at his approval. “That’s me, Sister Opal the Wise.”
Grudgingly, the corner of his lip tugs up. “Sister Opal, huh?” He pulls me close and nuzzles into my neck. “How does Sister Opal feel about sin?”
A sigh sounds between us as he kisses down my sensitive throat. “She’s very recently come to recognize that certain types of sin have their appeal.”
“Oh, yeah?” I feel his lips pull into a smile against my skin. “What kind of sin are we talking about here? Not excessive pride, I hope.”
Stifling a giggle, I manage to say, “No, nothing like that. Sister Opal would never allow something as mundane as arrogance to bring her down.”
He laughs and raises his head. “Mundane?”
“That’s right. If she’s going to Hell, she’ll be doing her sinning in a much more carnal fashion.”
“Damn,” he says, leaning in to nip at my lips. “Sister Opal isn’t only wise, she’s hot, too.”
I’m sure I could have come up with a few more pithy rejoinders, but the heat of his slow kisses has my mind emptying of anything but the pleasure of his tongue against mine. And his hands are everywhere, caressing, fondling, groping. By the time he’s pulling me on top of him with his palms filled with my ass cheeks, I’m about ready to combust.
“El?” he groans. “We gotta stop.”
Like hell we do.
“I’m serious,” he whines even though his hips curl into mine in imitation of what we’re both dying for. “I only had the one condom.”
Is that all? With effort, I push myself up so I’m sitting, straddling his thighs. The hunger in his expression almost makes me forget what I’m doing. “Condoms, right,” I mutter barely able to tear my gaze from his lips as I get up on my unsteady legs and go in search of what we need.
Scott
“Are you saying you have some?” I call, my eyes glued to that ass of hers as she saunters out the bedroom door. The desperation in my voice would be funny if it wasn’t for how badly I want back inside of her. Just the thought of it has me shuddering.
Sitting up, I arrange the pillows behind my back and do my best to distract myself from my very insistent dick. Her room isn’t very interesting though, just four empty walls, a dresser and a closet that could pass as the site of a bomb blast. She’s not exactly a neat freak, is she?
She comes back, digging through an enormous box of assorted condoms, reading the labels as she goes. I’d ask her why she thinks she needs to get her condoms at Costco, but the woman is naked and all my brain cells are currently gorging on the display in front of me. She has the body of a goddess. She’s a dream, a fantasy girl, and I’m completely obsessed with the flair of her hips and her long, toned legs.
“Jackpot!” she announces, holding a single condom up in triumph and chucking the box off to the side.
She straddles my thighs, pushing the condom to my chest until I take it. With a predatory glint, she runs her gaze over me, settling on my rock-hard dick that’s shamelessly straining for her attention. But I can only stare at her, ogling the acres and acres of flawless skin.
“Need some help with that?” she asks cheekily when I become fixated on her exposed pussy.
That’s another thing, she has a confidence level I’ve never come across before. Nothing seems to faze the woman. And to my dick’s delight, she wasn’t shy about begging me . . . in that lust-drenched voice.
Watching hungrily as I get my dick suited up, she doesn’t waste any time before getting up on her knees and running my length along her pussy a few times, groaning as she circles her clit.
This is beyond surreal. It’s gotta be a dream.
Except it must be real because we both moan as she slowly begins to