Page 47 of Love Bank
“All right. Because you asked so nicely and because I fear you breaking my nose, I’ll offer my sincerest apology now.” I tugged her closer, my lips brushing her cheek as I spoke. “I’m one hundred percent sorry”—I kissed her other cheek—“for not listening to you.” I kissed her forehead. “And letting things get out of control.” I kissed the tip of her nose, seeing her eyelashes flutter closed. “I will never let that happen again.”
My lips brushed hers, a question, a plea. She closed the gap and pressed her mouth to mine. An acceptance, forgiveness.
Her tongue demanded entrance and I let her lead, loving how she took what she wanted. What she lacked in skill, she made up for in eagerness. Her fingers dug into my arms momentarily and then released to travel up to my neck. She gripped my hair tight and the pain lighting up my scalp made me growl into her mouth. My hands traveled too, right to the underside of her breasts, covered by a silk blouse I would destroy in a split second with a nod from Lucy. Instead, I palmed them through her shirt, finding their weight in my hands to be only half the fun. A swipe of my thumbs and her nipples pebbled, straining to get out of the contraption that kept them hidden from my ministrations.
A loud squawk right above my head had me breaking the kiss and flattening Lucy to the seat with my body as the shield between her and harm. I wasn’t sure what I was protecting her from, but damned if I’d let her be hurt again.
She began to shake beneath me and, for a second, I was alarmed to think she was terrified again. I didn’t sense any immediate danger nor see anyone outside the truck, so I glanced down at her face to assess the situation. Her lips were red from my kiss, but they were pulled into a huge smile.
She let out a wheezy whoop and I realized she was laughing.
“What the…”
“The damn sea chickens!” she hollered, too lost in her giggles to expand on that.
“Sea chickens?” Auburn Hill was nuttier than a Willy Wonka nut factory.
“Seagulls…they’re…everywhere…” she said between giggles.
I clenched my teeth and prayed for patience. Figures. The damn seagulls I’d let loose on her property were the exact ones to interrupt the best kiss I’d had all year.
“Damn nuisance is what they are. You should do something about them, Lucy.”
Her giggles cut off and she lifted her head to drill me with a glare. Ah, good. The blue was back in her eyes. In Lucy, the fire burned bright and I’d do my best to never let it die out again.
“I’m teasing.” I smiled at her even as my hips swiveled, grinding down like a heat-seeking missile. I rather enjoyed the way her thighs had parted to give me room. My voice turned gruff as I felt her heat. “But I do enjoy having you under me like this.”
She lifted her head again, as if to kiss me, just a fraction of space separating us. I’d completely forgotten we were out in the open parking lot in the fading daylight. All that mattered was her lips on mine, the way her little moans lit my body on fire.
She paused, that eyebrow of hers lifting, the only warning before she inevitably smacked me with her wit and sass. Her mouth was doing crazy things to me.
“Admit it. You like me, Bain Sutter.”
Warning bells clanged in my head, alerting me to the dangerous territory we’d stepped into with that question. Admitting affection was akin to proposing marriage in my rule book. I didn’t do that shit. I enjoyed a woman, sure. And I made sure she enjoyed herself too. But affection and liking and relationships were for other men. Not me.
She lifted her hips and shamelessly rubbed against the steel length that had formed in my pants the moment our lips met. All warning bells were silenced with that one action, leaving me with an easy, honest answer I’d regret later.
“Yeah, I do like you, Lucy,” I admitted.
She smiled like I got a supermodel to leave a refrigerator full of samples in her clinic. In other words, my girl was happy.
I blinked, wondering what spell I was under to label Lucille Eureka as my girl. How did we get here, a dry hump in the middle of a parking lot and checking the box that I liked a girl, just a week after a nasty blackmail attempt? I leaned down and kissed her nose before stepping back and rounding the hood of my truck. Adjusting the evidence of my desire for her, I reminded myself I needed to get her home. She needed to rest after her traumatic experience, not get mauled by the guy who’d let it happen in the first place.
By the time I hopped in and closed my door, Lucy was sitting upright, her blouse pulled down properly. But she couldn’t fix that hair. She looked like she’d been well and truly kissed. A devilish grin slid onto my face before I could train my eyes on the road and focus on driving.
I started the engine and put it in reverse, nearly rear-ending the tree lining her parking lot when she finally spoke.
“Take me home to your house?”
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My phone buzzed again in my pocket, causing Lucy to glance at my pants instead of out the window. My cock got excited, thinking she was looking at him. I had to grip the steering wheel and grit my teeth to calm things down. I pulled into my long driveway and killed the engine by the steps leading to the front door. The dense pine trees made it seem like we were the only two people in the world.
“You going to answer that?”
The first words spoken in eight long minutes of driving to my place. The silence had been filled with unspoken questions. Did I want to take things further with Lucy? My body said “oh, hell yes” with an erection that only grew with each mile, but my pesky brain was having doubts. Was that even what she meant when she asked to come back to my place? From most women, I would say she knew exactly what she was asking for, but multiple somethings told me Lucy wasn’t your typical woman.
I hit the button on the side of my phone to silence the ringer. It was the second call from the mayor since the chief left the fertility clinic. An ass chewing was sure to come and I didn’t really want to deal with that while I had Lucy with me. I’d handle that tomorrow morning.
