Page 23 of The Parent Pick-Up
We’re both covered in multi-colored sparkles.
She frowns and plucks at my hair. “You’ve got stickers in your hair.”
I climb down from the table. “You were saying something about a shower?”
Her frown deepens, and her lips press together. “My water doesn’t work.”
I offer her my hand. “Mine does.”
After a brief hesitation, she takes my hand. “You sure?”
“Last time I checked.”
Fire races over Ivy’s cheeks. “That’s not what I meant.”
I hook my arm around her waist and pull her up from the table. My mouth closes over hers, and I kiss her until she knows exactly what I meant.
We try to break apart, but can’t stop kissing.
Finally, Ivy fits her hands between us and pulls back. “I’ve got glitter in my mouth.”
But she’s smiling, and so am I. “Let’s get out of here before we become a full-blown craft project.”
She slips her feet into a pair of boots by the front door and pushes her hair off her forehead. “This is your fault.”
I can’t keep my hands off her, and my arm snakes around her waist, pulling her back against my front. “Why’s that?”
She giggles as I nuzzle her neck from behind. “That assignment for the leaf collection.”
I pin her to my chest and slip a hand into her robe to cup her breast. “It never specified glitter.”
“You don’t know anything about girls,” she says, tilting her head back to kiss my jaw. “We love glitter.”
“I know a little bit.” I circle her nipple with my thumb. “Maybe you can show me the rest.”
It takes us forever to get from her house across the yard to mine with all the stops to kiss in between. The food I ordered is on my doorstep, and I scoop it up and deposit it on the counter.
“We’ll eat later,” I say, guiding her up the stairs.
In my bathroom, I turn on the water in the shower and eagerly kick off my shoes.
Ivy’s gaze tracks my every move as I yank off my shirt and reach for the button on my jeans. Her big blue eyes widen as I tug down the zipper and hook my thumbs in my boxer briefs.
My dick strains against the cotton fabric, throbbing with the need for release. But I plan to take my time with Ivy. Starting with soaping every inch of her skin, then rinsing her off.
I can’t wait to bury my face between her thighs and lick her clean.
“Take that off,” I say, gesturing at her robe.
She cocks her head at me and points to my lower half. “You first.”
My heart slams, and a coil of longing tightens in my belly. But I do as she says and push my briefs down along with my jeans, watching her face the entire time.
With some effort, she lifts her gaze to my face. “Not bad.”
I kick free of my pants. “Now you.”
She undoes the knot at her waist and steps out of the robe, standing fully naked in my dimly lit bathroom. The late afternoon light filtering in through the window caresses her curves, sparking on the glitter handprints on her breasts and belly.
