Page 48 of Promise Me Never

If only she knew.

“I’d apologize if I was sorry.”

She gives me a lopsided grin and climbs onto my lap. “You’re such a dick.” Her fingers glide into my hair as she covers my lips with her own. I feel her relax into me as she deepens the kiss.

I cup the globes of her ass and pull her further up my lap as I take control. I drink from her lips with the fervor of a starving man. Every stroke of her tongue against mine pushes me closer to the edge of reckless abandon.

“You used my shampoo,” she says, resting her forehead against mine.

“I did.”

“You’ve never smelled better.”

I run my fingers up her side, tickling her. Her peel of laughter makes my heart expand, and I laugh with her as she tickles me back. Charlie barks and jumps around us as we end up rolling around on the floor together.

Eli gives up first, holding both hands out in surrender as she catches her breath. I can’t remember the last time I felt this light. This happy. I’m just about to cart her upstairs to have my way with her when the front door rings.

“Who is that?” She sits up ready to go to the door.

“I ordered us pizza for dinner. It was already so late when I finished working.” I give her ass a firm smack when I walk past her, chuckling at her surprised yelp.

She wanders off into the kitchen to get us plates and drinks while I get the door. I set the pizzas down on the coffee table just as she reenters the room. Her face lights up as she sees we both had the same idea to eat in here. I take the plate and soda she offers me before opening the top of the pizza box.

“I wasn’t sure what toppings you like so I just ordered pepperoni figuring it was a safe bet.”

“That’s perfect. I’m not picky about pizza as long as it’s hot and cheesy.” She pulls out a slice and tucks herself into the corner of the couch balancing her plate on her thigh. “Is this what you’d usually order?”

“I’d usually add sausage and mushrooms,” I confess as I settle back on the opposite side of the couch facing her.

“I’d eat that.” She takes a bite and chews thoughtfully. “What about your favorite ice cream?” she asks after swallowing the bite.

“I don’t like ice cream.”

Her eyes widen in a horrified expression. “You don’t like ice cream? Good thing this is casual because I could never be with an ice cream hater.”

I smile and ignore the unease that roils inside me at her use of the term casual. I don’t know why it sits so bitterly in the back of my throat when I’m the one who laid the terms. She’s leaving at the end of the summer to go back to California, and I’ll be here. “I’m not a hater, I just wouldn’t choose it first, second, or third.”

“What would you choose then?”

“Cookies, cake, brownies. All chocolate.” She licks some sauce off her thumb.

It shouldn’t be hot. I shouldn’t be instantly hardening at something so innocent. The image of her mouth wrapped around my dick enters my mind, and I barely suppress a groan.

“A chocoholic. I can get on board with that.” Her lips tilt in a lopsided grin as she brings her other thumb to her mouth and licks sauce off of it, too. I can tell by the twinkle in her eyes that she knows exactly what she’s doing right now.

“What’s your favorite ice cream flavor?”

“Cookie dough,” she answers with no hesitation.

“That’s kind of basic, isn’t it?” I tease.

“I don’t know, Mr. Coors Light. You’re probably the expert on basic tastes.”

“Guess I just like what I like.”

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I slip Charlie another bone to keep her occupied while I sneak up behind Eli. My hands find her hips and mold to them immediately while I press my body against hers, trapping her between the sink and myself. After her surprise passes, she presses back into me.

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