Page 35 of Heat Wave
“Yeah, don’t you guys watch stuff like that? All the guys at the station watch stupid shit like that to unwind and chill.”
“Really?”
“Yeah. Cat videos, those funny animal videos that describe the animal in the most smart assed way possible, oh, and Johnson, the big guy who came to the bar with us, he watches live streams of birds eating.”
She starts laughing as she gives me a look like she can’t even believe what I am telling her. “The guy who looks like he can pick up a tank watches bird videos.”
I nod. “No lie. He loves ‘em.”
I follow her down on the bed and wrap her in my arms. “That’s the cutest thing I’ve ever heard.”
My brows raise. “Johnson?”
“No, silly, that you guys are nothing but marshmallows deep down inside.”
“Damn right we are.”
I drop light kisses on her mouth and down her neck before pulling back and staring down into her eyes.
“I don’t care what we do. I just want to lie next to you and touch you.”
“Touch me how?” A mischievous and shy smile tilts the corners of her mouth up.
“Any way you’ll let me touch you, baby.”
“You want to touch me here?” She takes my hand and places it over her shirt.
“Oh, yeah.”
“Do you want to touch me here?”
She moves my hand down to right above her shorts.
“Yeah, but I would love to touch you here even more.” I place her hand over the crouch of her cut-off jeans.
“Oh.”
“Can I touch you here?” I place my hand over hers, “If I start here?”
I pull my hand back up to cover her breast and then look up at her. She nods for me without hesitation.
“You want to feel my hand right here, baby?” I give her breast a light squeeze that has her gasping.
“Yes.” It’s a breathless whisper, but it seems to echo through the room.
I skate my hand down and under the t-shirt she’s wearing. Today she’s got a bra on. Another impediment to me getting to what I want, which is her naked. I run my hand over the lace edge of the cup.
“You need me to touch you, sweetheart?”
“Yes.”
I take the hem of her shirt and pull the thin fabric over her head so she’s in nothing but the lace of her bra. I don’t let her nerves sit in. I take her mouth and distract her as I trace the lace over the swell of her breasts before trailing my mouth down to do the same with my tongue. Her little gasps and sighs drive me on to do more, let her experience and feel more.
I place my mouth over the lace and suck and nip her tightening peak, causing her back to arch up off the bed. Her hands come up to cup the back of my head as I tease and tempt her. My name leaves her lips on a breathy whisper.
“Oh God, Waylon!”
I unsnap her shorts before taking her mouth again and swallowing her cries up. Pulling her shorts down her legs, I find her panties are pink lace this time and apparently a thong. I run my hand up her bare thigh before trailing my fingers across her bare cheek, loving how soft and sweet this woman is. She grabs my shirt to pull me closer to her and kisses me back with a passion that takes me by surprise. A pleasant, sexy surprise.
