Sweet as Candy - Karla Doyle Page 0,32
his face, because she giggled while navigating the onscreen lists.
“Here we go,” she said, clicking on a movie. “Have you seen it?”
“The Green Mile, oh yeah. Great movie.” Not a chick flick by any stretch. She’d been right about the tearjerker description though. He didn’t cry over movies, ever, but he’d had one hell of a lump in his throat the first time he watched this one. “One thing though, sweets.”
“Okay…”
“Should I be worried?” he asked.
Her eyebrows drew together. “About what?”
“Your Tom Hanks fixation.”
Took her a couple seconds, but when it clicked, her laughter lit up the room. “Oh yes, you should definitely be worried. If Tom Hanks knocks on my door, you’ll have some stiff competition.”
“If it’s a competition to see who’s stiffer, I’m guaranteed to win.”
The smile on her face negated the eye roll and shaking head. She snuggled closer, reached behind her shoulders and pulled his arm tighter around her. “Are you really okay with just kissing, letting me set the pace for the rest?”
“One hundred percent,” he said, then pressed a kiss to her forehead.
“I’ll try not to make you wait too long.”
“It’s not a countdown, I’m not going to tick the days off on my calendar. Stop overthinking everything and relax. When you’re ready, I’m ready. Until then,” he pulled her onto his lap, sidesaddle style, bringing them face-to-face, “it’s open season on your lips.” He drew her closer, stealing her breath as he made good on his word.
“You know,” she said, between the meshing of mouths. “I think this might be my new favorite season.”
It was definitely his.
Jake
He’d gone to Candace’s place five nights this week. Each time, he’d nodded off on her couch and woken with Candace snuggled up beside him.
The first three, she’d nudged him at the end of the movie. The last two nights, he’d woken in the pre-dawn hours to find she’d fallen asleep too, the glow from the television screen illuminating the living room enough to give him a good view of the beautiful woman snuggled against his body.
As much as he’d hated to do it, he’d woken her. Better he gave up the time with Candace than have an awkward, accidental meet-and-greet with her daughter, should the kid happen to be an early riser.
He wouldn’t complain about the awkward, choppy sleep, hell no. But it wasn’t the same as getting a solid eight in a comfortable bed. Maybe the fatigue would distract him from being horny as hell, a Candace-inspired state that wasn’t likely to subside anytime soon.
Cool water pelted him as he stepped into the shower at his apartment. The temperature helped wake him up but did zero to take his cock down. The thing was still hard from this morning’s goodbye kiss that’d ended twenty minutes ago. Fuck, that’d been hot. Sweet kissing had only lasted about two seconds before he’d pinned her to the wall and kissed his way down her neck, as far as the loose neckline of her t-shirt permitted.
It was a thin fucking t-shirt too. Pretty pink, like her nipples, which he’d had the pleasure of seeing when she’d bent over to pick up the remote during the movie. He’d barely contained his groan of appreciation.
Kissing her at the front door, he’d kept his hands on the outside of her shirt, sticking to his promise to go at her pace. Then she’d taken his wrist, slid his palm beneath the fabric, up to her breasts. So soft, so perfectly fucking full, with nipples that begged to be worshipped by his mouth. His groan had been plenty audible then.
She’d reciprocated the skin-on-skin touching. First with her hand inside his t-shirt, exploring his chest, then his abs, then lower, inside the front of his jeans. She hadn’t opened the button or taken the zipper down. Even when he’d sucked in as much breath as humanly possible, she’d only had enough space to touch the head of his cock. It’d just been her fingertips, but it’d almost done him in.
The torture hadn’t ended there. When she’d guided his hand from her tits to the front of her yoga pants—inside the front—and whispered, “I want you to touch me,” he’d thought he might still be asleep on her couch, enjoying one hell of a sexy dream. But it’d been real. Unfortunately, so had the sound of a toilet flushing in the upstairs bathroom.
He hadn’t taken the time to give her one more kiss. Hadn’t even said goodbye, he’d just hightailed it out the door. Talk about