Page 236 of Love in Riverbend
She pulls back, catching her breath. “Come in?”
“I want that more than anything.”
Marilyn reaches for my hand and leads me toward the apartment building. Once we’re at her door, I wait while she unlocks the dead bolt. As soon as we’re inside, I pin her against the door, one of my hands on the wooden barrier and the other around her waist, pulling her toward me.
We’re fire and ice, two consenting adults lost in our private celebration. She tastes of sweetness and desire, our kisses lingering as we both try to rid ourselves of our winter covering. Our coats litter the floor as I start to lead her away.
I stop, looking around the dark living room. “I don’t know where your bedroom is,” I confess.
With a sparkle in her blue orbs, Marilyn takes my hand and leads me across the large room, opens a door wider, and steps into her bedroom. The room is in shambles, drawers open, shoes on the floor, and the bed is strewn with dresses.
“I couldn’t decide what to wear.”
I run my palm down her arm, scanning the dress she’s wearing. “You were stunning tonight. But it wasn’t the dress. It’s you.”
“You don’t have to say things you don’t mean.”
I reach for her shoulders. “I mean every word. I know I’ve fucked up. I don’t want to do it again.”
Marilyn lays a finger on my lips. “We’ve talked enough, don’t you think?”
“I want to be inside you.”
She nods.
“What about tomorrow?” I ask.
“I don’t know. I’ve been watching you all night. You have a future at Parker and Stevens. The partners think we’re a couple.” She tilts her head. “Maybe we should pretend a little longer—you know, in case they question.”
I don’t want to pretend.
I want to see where this could go.
“Is that what you want, to pretend?”
“Right now,” she says, “I want what you said. I want you inside me. Just in case you’re curious, I’m not a virgin.”
My lips curl. “Show me.”
Her eyes open wide. “Show you?”
I nod.
Spinning her around, I unzip the zipper that has been mocking me all night. Her dress parts, revealing her bra and panties. Marilyn turns, reaches for the neckline, and pushes the dress over her shoulders. It falls, creating a black pool around her shoes.
My focus is on the way her large round globes are confined in the lace cups. “It’s a shame to keep them all locked up in there.”
Her smile returns. “Maybe you can help them out.”
I reach behind her, releasing the three fasteners. Her bra falls, and her breasts break free.
Our eyes meet before I lower my head, sucking one nipple and then the other. Her gasp fills the air. I don’t slow until both nipples are rigid and standing to attention. Marilyn’s head lolls back as I continue showing her breasts the attention they deserve.
She stands straighter and pushes my suit coat from my shoulders. The tie is the next to go. It’s as she unbuttons my shirt that her fingers brush over my skin. Like the striking of a match, sparks tingle my flesh as she trails down my chest and abdomen, feeling each indentation along the way.
“Do you have a condom?” she asks as she unbuckles my belt.
“I have one.”
