Page 10 of Last First Date
I definitely need to stop thinking about how good it felt when we were holding hands the other day. Or how much I’d like to kiss her right now when she’s giving me that look like she’d like to taste me. Or how good it would feel to put my hands all over her and find out every secret of her body.
“Abernathy, I need you.” Her voice is breathy, almost a whisper. And the combination of those words and her sexy voice goes straight to my dick, effectively ending whatever remained of my ability to think clearly.
I press closer to her, until we are barely a whisper apart. “Tell me more, Darcy.” I can feel the heat building between us, that thrill of being close enough to one another that we could kiss for the very first time.
Because there’s nothing better than that very first kiss, right? That moment that your lips meet someone else’s, and it’s like a bolt of lightning strikes between the two of you.
God, no. I’ve got to pull it together and quit buying into these heavy kissing vibes she’s giving off right now. If things were different between us and I weren’t just a rookie from the wrong side of town, then I’d want this situation to end differently.
I’m not stupid. Obviously, I’d love to do something wicked all night long with Darcy and leave her aching for more.
I know we’re at work right now. But also, she was staring at my ass right alongside Aunt Opal, wasn’t she?
But it wasn’t all that long ago when I stood there and watched as her upper crust mother basically auctioned her off to some fancy pants photographer with the old money last name.
Darcy even told me that her mother wanted her to date someone who wasn’t a firefighter. That means someone who’s not me. But damn, I really do want to kiss her until she’s boneless, breathless, and begging.
Her breaths are coming fast and shallow now. She licks her lips and my pulse kicks up a notch. I am almost definitely going to have to transfer stations after this, but looking at her succulent pouting mouth now, I can’t help but feel like it’s going to be completely worth it.
“Abernathy,” she says, the gasp of her words brushing against the overly sensitive skin of my mouth.
“Thomas,” I murmur, easing closer to her. “My name is Thomas.”
Her perfectly rounded breasts rise and fall with her quickened breathing. “Thomas,” she says, her voice shaking. “I need—”
Her words break off and her cheeks flush, and I’m more than ready to give her everything that she needs right now, perhaps up against the nearest building or even in the backseat of the department’s vehicle.
“Yes,” I say as softly as possible. “Tell me, Darcy.” My hand lifts toward her cheek, the long dark fall of her heavy, glossy hair. I can’t wait to touch her, to finally feel if she’s as soft as she looks.
Her eyes flick open and snare my gaze. “I need you to teach me about dating, Thomas.” Her fingers knot in front of her, twisting back and forth.
Wait, what?
I pull up short because that was definitely not where I thought this was going. Is this like her super awkward way of asking me out or something? I’m not quite the dating type, and I could have sworn that everyone knows it.
“Dating?” I keep my voice as calm as possible. I don’t know her well enough to know what she’s trying to say for sure here, and if I still have a shot at kissing her right now, I don’t want to mess it up by reading the situation wrong.
“Well, yeah. I know you’ve got quite the reputation.” She drops her eyes, then glances up at me from beneath her sooty eyelashes, and I wince at the look she’s giving me.
Ouch. Okay, so I’ve never been boyfriend material, but it’s not exactly something that I’ve felt ashamed of until right this very minute.
When I was younger, none of the girls I met would have anything to do with me because I was in hand-me-down clothing that didn’t fit right and couldn’t find enough change to buy a can of soda.
And later, when I hustled and clawed my way into the fancy suit and flashy tie lawyer club, only one particular type of woman was interested in me, and it wasn’t the girlfriend type.
I’ve been told over and over again by women that I’m not good enough for anything other than a good time, but I wasn’t expecting to hear it right here, right now.
“Oh? What reputation is it that you’re referring to?” I pitch my words a little low and dangerous, because if she’s trying to hurt me, I’m at least going to embarrass her a little bit when she does it.
Her fingers unlace and dance across the tops of her thighs, drawing my attention to the vee between them.
The women who chased me before were the predatory, acquisitive type. I was a hunting trophy for them, something they could take pride in having captured. I’m not used to women being particularly nervous around me, and it turns out that I love it.
“Thomas, you know.” Tap, tap, tap. Her nails make a Morse Code pattern that I can’t quite decipher. She clears her throat. “You’re a bit of a ladies’ man, aren’t you?”
I put one hand to my chest in a gesture of feigned surprise. “Well Miss Albrecht, I never.” I give her a panty-melting smile and press myself closer toward her, invading her personal space until I can smell the light coconut scent of her hair and the underlying scent of warm, sexy woman that clings to her body. Delicious.
Her bottom lip tucks in between her teeth and she gnaws at it a little bit. Ugh. Now all I can think about it how much I want to taste her. Her silky pink lips, that curve where her neck meets her shoulder, and that delicious sea between her thighs.
