Page 46 of Smolder

My plan had been approved by my dad. He liked it and agreed it would speed things along. He just wanted to be sure I could handle Royal. I’d assured him I had the situation with her under control. Which I did. I just didn’t know what tomorrow would bring and if I was ready for it. Whatever she did or said though, I was going to make sure she stayed clueless and safe.

Forcing thoughts about everything except her out of my head, I did my best to relax. She’d notice if I was tense. My being distracted, however, wasn’t going to be an issue. The moment I saw her, I’d forget this shit, or at least it would be moved aside. She always managed to claim my complete attention.

Pulling into the driveway, I smiled as the front porch light came on. I wasn’t even out of my truck yet when she opened the door. I almost swallowed my damn tongue when I got a look at what she was wearing.

Please let there be nothing on under that oversize, long-sleeved shirt.

I wouldn’t think about why she had on sleeves. I knew she didn’t want to remind me about her bruise. It was probably best I couldn’t see it.

I made long, swift strides up the beaten, weathered sidewalk until I reached the porch. I skipped two steps and was in front of her in moments.

She smiled shyly up at me. The places I wanted to see those pretty lips. Starting with them wrapped around my cock.

“Just a shirt?” I asked hopefully.

She blushed, then tugged it up. “Shorts on too.”

Dammit. We’d have to fix that.

I nodded my head at the door. “Grams asleep?”

“Yes,” she said, then turned to go back in the door.

I followed so close behind her that our bodies brushed.

I shut the door and locked it before reaching for her waist. She spun around and laughed.

“Shorts off,” I told her as I reached under the shirt and took the offending item, then pulled it down her legs.

She lifted her feet one at a time without argument. This obedient side of her had me thinking I should have taken the panties off too.

Standing back up, I pressed a kiss to her lips. “Much better.”

She let out a breathy laugh.

“We’d better get in the living room,” I told her. “All I’ve thought about since I left is how sweet that mouth is, and if I start kissing you right here, we won’t ever make it in there.”

Her eyes widened slightly, and the excitement in them only made my hardening cock stiffen even more.

“I don’t think I’m ready to have sex with you,” she blurted out, as if she had been struggling to say it. “I mean, I want to. It’s just … well, I don’t move that fast. I’m not a virgin or anything but sex creates an attachment and feelings that I don’t think I’m mentally prepared to have with you.”

That was not what I’d wanted to hear. I disagreed. I’d fucked many women, and only once had I had any attachment to one. Maybe it was her age. I had to remember how young she was.

I ran the pad of my thumb over her bottom lip. “Whatever you want, Ace.”

She let out a relieved sigh. “Thank you.”

Don’t thank me yet.

I hadn’t agreed to play fair. She’d need to ask me to fuck her, and I was positive I could make that happen.

I took her hand and walked her into the living room. Sitting down on the sofa, I pulled her onto my lap. “Since I got my first look at those legs, I’ve wanted them straddling my lap,” I told her as I guided her legs on either side of me.

Her breath hitched, and I watched her face as she lowered herself. When my erection was pressed against her cunt, she gasped slightly. I brushed her hair out of her face.

“You make me hard. I can’t control that,” I told her before bringing her head closer until I had those lips on mine again.

She opened immediately, and I savored her with slow flicks of my tongue. Keeping my hips from lifting and pressing against her harder was difficult as she returned my kiss hungrily. Moving my hands down her shoulders and then her arms, I continued until I found the hem of the shirt.

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