Page 61 of Marvelous
Once she removed her flip-flops, I toed my boots off.
It was as I was taking things out of the bags that she seemed to freeze.
Inwardly, I pounded myself on the back.
“You don’t eat these,” she said as she brought up one finger and tapped the yogurt.
I shrugged.
“You don’t drink these,” she said as she tapped the coffee.
I winked at her, “But you do.”
Then she said, “You don’t want me to kiss you, say it now.”
I kept my mouth fucking shut.
And then she was rounding the island pressing up on her tiptoes and slammed her lips onto mine.
I grinned into her mouth as I bent, wrapped my hands around her perfect fucking ass cheeks, and lifted her.
She pulled away and gasped, “I’m too heavy.”
I growled at her, “The day I can’t pick my woman up, I better be in the fucking ground.”
She lifted a brow, “Your woman?”
At my nod, she smiled, then she said, “I think I’d like that.”
Then she looked down at my lips, and I said, “You don’t want me to make you mine fully, need you to quit looking at me like that.”
She lifted a brow as she moved her gaze to my eyes, “Like what?”
I growled, “Like you want me to remove your clothes, remove mine, lay you down on this counter, and eat you until you can’t remember your own name.”
She was breathing heavily as she said, “Never had that done to me.”
I froze, then I growled, “You mean to tell me no man has ever made you come with their tongue?”
She shook her head.
I winked, “Well, we can’t have that.”
Then I leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss on her lips, then I grabbed her leggings by the waistband and started lowering them down, “Lift your hips, Cupcake.”
She did so.
I removed the leggings, pulling them down her perfect legs as I went.
Then I looked at her blue lace panties that covered my part of my dream.
The rest of my dream was sitting in front of me.
I grabbed her panties, and said, “Lift, Cupcake.”
Her eyes widened, and then she lifted her hips.
I pulled them off her legs and then tucked them into my back pocket.
