Page 56 of In Good Company

I let out a low groan at how sexy her words are. “Kiss me so you know how good you taste,” I demand, leaning close and running my nose along her jawline. “Then you’ll understand why I might get addicted to having my face between your thighs.”

She takes me by surprise by leaning forward and claiming my lips with hers. The movement is bold, and I can’t even try to hide how much I fucking love her taking control. A rumble of a growl comes from deep inside me at how turned on I am by the thought of her tasting herself on me.

Her tongue swipes across mine as her hand slides down my chest. My stomach tightens as her hand snakes lower and lower.

“Lucy.” Her name comes out choked as her fingers dance along the waistband ofmy pants.

She doesn’t answer me. Instead, she continues to kiss me like her life depends on it. I kiss her right back, savoring the simple fact that I get to kiss her at all. The look in her eyes after we kissed in the pool house had me worried I might not get a chance to do it again.

I’m so fucking happy I did.

She slides her hand from my waistband, her fingers softly drifting over my cock.

My forehead finds hers as I try to take a breath, thinking about how good that one little tease of her touch was. She slides her hand over it again, her fingers tracing over the outline of my straining cock. Air hisses through my teeth as I suck in a breath at the feeling.

“I want to touch you,” Lucy tells me, her voice raspy and needy.

I groan, rocking my head back and forth as our foreheads still rest against one another. “Fuck, I want that so bad.”

She laughs, fully grabbing my cock through my pants this time. “Then let me.”

“I didn’t even think I’d get to taste you tonight,” I admit, trying to keep it together as she continues to stroke me through the fabric of my chinos. “I don’t want to rush things,” I continue, but she doesn’t listen to a thing I say.

“What if tonight is your only chance?” she counters. My eyes fall shut as her lips find my neck.

I wasn’t expecting this from her. I wasn’t prepared for it. I’d love to remove the annoying fabric preventing her from really touching my cock, but I truly don’t want to move too fast. I’m afraid if I let her touch me—suck me—the way I’m desperate for her to do, it’ll be too much too soon, and it’ll scare her away.

I can’t lose whatever is starting between Lucy and me.

Because of that, I let out a low groan of regret beforereaching between us and softly wrapping my fingers around her wrist.

“Tonight won’t be the only chance, Lucy baby. Whatever we’ve started isn’t stopping anytime soon. Let’s take it slow. Tonight was about you.”

Lucy pulls her head back. Her bottom lip juts out in the tiniest of pouts. “You don’t want me to?”

Something deep in my chest aches at the question. I grab her chin and tilt her face up, making sure she’s looking at me as I speak my next words. “Trust me, baby, there’s nothing I want more right now than to feel your hand wrapped around my cock.” I swallow, my mouth feeling dry at imagining how fucking good it’s going to feel when she finally does. “Fuck, I’m hard and ready for you just by the soft little teases you’re giving me. I just…” I sigh, not knowing how to explain what I’m thinking to her. “I just don’t want to rush things and freak you out. I can’t handle having you look at me with that look of regret again like you did in the pool house.”

Her eyes soften as she moves her hand to my cheek. My body protests, wanting more of what she was doing, but my heart leaps inside my chest at the caring way she’s looking at me right now.

“I won’t regret this happening tonight,” she assures me, her words coming out confident as her eyes scan my face.

I let out a sigh of relief. “I hope you mean that,” I admit, cupping her face.

For a moment, we just stand there looking at each other. I’m the first one to move. I place a small kiss to her waiting lips before taking a step back. My eyes find the floor.

There’s glass and wine everywhere. “Stay right there until I get this cleaned up,” I command, already backing up to grab some paper towels.

“Cal, I’ve got on shoes. Let me help you. I think I’m the one who knocked them down anyway.”

I shake my head, holding my hand up to point at her. “No. You sit right there until all of this is cleaned up.”

Lucy rubs her lips together as she fights a smile. She leans forward a little, her legs dangling off the counter as she adjusts her position. “Your bossiness and ability to get what you wanted with a simple command used to push my buttons.”

I crouch to the ground and begin to carefully move the glass to a central location. I’ll need to use a broom to sweep up all the broken pieces, but first, I want to try and soak up some of the wine. “What about now?” I ask, looking up at her from the ground. “Do I still push your buttons?”

She lifts her shoulder in a shrug as she gives me a beaming smile. “Now, I think your bossiness is hot. I like it when you push my buttons.” She goes quiet for a moment. It’s almost like I can see the wheels turning in her mind as she thinks about what else she wants to say. “You bring out a different side of me. I like it.”

I return her smile, pride blooming deep in my chest. Her words are exactly what I wanted—needed—to hear. I love that there’s a side of her that only I bring out. I look down, focusing once again on cleaning up the mess on the ground.

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