Page 31 of Boss Me Not

“After things ended with Kennedy, I met someone else.” I crossed my arms. “It ended very badly, and after that, I decided I wasn’t cut out for serious relationships.”

Her brows rose slightly. Exactly what I was trying to avoid. I needed her to know I was done carrying that baggage around. Angie wasn’t Amanda.

“Until now,” I added.

“Now… you think you are?”

“I’m willing to try.” I shrugged. “I don’t know. With you it feels… easier, I guess, or maybe more intense. But more importantly, you are the first woman in almost eight years who makes me want something more. So, I think that speaks volumes.”

She smiled and set her fork down before grabbing her glass of wine. I stood, holding my own glass, and offered her my hand, ready to be closer to her. Her fingers laced through mine, and I led her around the table to the double chaise lounge that satnext to the fire pit. It was plenty big enough for both of us, but I obviously would allow her to take the other one if she wanted space.

After putting our glasses on the small table, I positioned myself on one side and patted the seat next to me. “Join me?”

She eyed the space next to me with a raised brow, but after a moment of indecision, she lay down next to me. I stretched out my arm and she curled into the crook of it.

Damn, it all felt so perfect.

We lay like that, sipping our wines, until I felt her shiver.

“Are you cold? I can grab the blanket you brought out. Or we can go inside if you want.”

She shook her head and looked up at me. “Not cold.”

Desire swam in her eyes and she leaned up, pressing her lips to mine, catching me off guard. She pulled back, searching my face. For what, I didn’t know, but I could clearly see want and vulnerability there.

I wouldn’t stop this, but maybe I could give us both something we wanted without rushing into sex. Threading my fingers through her short locks, I brought her mouth back to mine and devoured her. Nothing was slow about the kiss as our mouths fused and our tongues dueled.

Gripping her knee and pulling it across my leg so her core laid flush against my thigh, I moved her slightly against me and swallowed down the moan that slipped up her throat. I wanted to make her feel good, but I’d been dying to taste her, so I broke the kiss and slid down the lounge until I was almost flat.

“Straddle me, baby.”

Her brows rose high on her forehead. “What?”

“Do you trust me?”

She pulled her bottom lip into her mouth and nodded. “Yeah.”

“Good.” I tugged her leg, and she came willingly to straddle my stomach. “I want you to come on my tongue.”

Her eyes widened. “I?—”

“Please, baby. I’ve been dying to find out how you taste, and I want to watch those tits bounce above me as you ride my face.”

Her pupils blew out and her teeth pressed into her bottom lip again.

“You want that, don’t you?”

Her cheeks flushed as she nodded.

“Get that pussy up here, then.” I slid farther down the chaise and slipped my arms one by one between her legs.

She froze, inches away from where she needed to be, a mix of desire and uncertainty in her gaze as she stared down at me. “I don’t… I mean I’ve never…” She blew out a harsh breath.

Fuck. Would I be the first to give her this experience? That spurred me on even more. “You trust me, remember?”

She nodded.

I ran my finger along the crease of her ass, following her thong, and she bucked against my hand as I brushed my fingers over her warm and soaking-wet panties. “Lift your dress up. Let me see how wet you are for me.”

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