Page 38 of Branded
But…progress.
So much that day.
So…I brushed my lips over hers.
Then slowly backed away. “Bye, little bird.”
Twelve
Kailey
I’d picked up another romance.
And my friend from my nightstand drawer.
Because…
I couldn’t stop thinking about the kiss in my office.
The kisses.
I’d spent the afternoon in a blur after Smitty had left, part of me wondering where in the fuck that woman had come from, and the rest of me a ball of exposed nerves—or need rather.
I’d gone from not wanting to date him, to thinking he was really fun and smart and sweet, to wanting him in my bed, to…
Wherever I was right then.
Mental relationship status:
It’s complicated.
All the worries were still there—that he’d look and find me lacking, that I’d panic and ruin things, that I wouldn’t be enough and that I’d eventually disappoint him.
But…he had some skeletons, too.
And he doubted himself.
And somehow that made my doubt slightly less intense? Or all-consuming? Or?—
Maybe I was just a ball of lust that needed several really good orgasms and I’d get back to myself.
“Right,” I whispered.
Slake that lust.
Read some naughty books and put all those dirty thoughts into fictional men, and pretty soon I’d be back firmly on the side of not wanting to fuck Conner Smith.
So that was why I was wrapped in my fluffy robe, skin pink from my bath, my vibrator—the good one with the special clit tapping and suction as well as the big ol’ dick part because I was a fucking whore and did not give a damn. Well…either that or all my naughty books had brought inspiration and now I had a collection of toys that cost almost as much as a used car; and my own bed by myself was the one place I felt comfortable exploring.
I knew what I liked here.
I was comfortable with going that route here.
So, lots of different vibrators, each with its own purpose, and so, had I chosen this particular one because it reminded me of Smitty and the gray sweatpants show he’d given me earlier?
Yeah.
Was I spending extra time processing that this particular evening?
