Page 37 of Latte Girl
I stand still, hoping she’s not expecting me to say more. I’m pretty sure the lump forming in my throat wouldn’t let me if I tried. She moves even closer. The inky blue of her eyes writes itself into a question as she staresintomine.
“I don’t know if I trust you.” Her voice is distant, dreamy, as if she’s speaking more to herselfthanme.
“Go out with me.” I close the gap between us, scrambling for what to say next. “Let’s go somewhere. Anywhere. I’ll show you that park I like. You can take me to your favourite cafe. I want to see who you are outside of this building. I want you to see who I am. Just spend some time with me,Hailey.”
I feel her fingers trace their way up my forearm, leaving a burning trail of skinbehindthem.
“Are you asking me onadate?”
I close my eyes, willing myself to concentrate as her touch makes its way up to myshoulder.
“Are you going to say yes?” Imanage.
She laughs. Her hand comes to rest on my chest. I feel a few loose strands of her hair brush against my cheek as she moves her lips to my ear. Every nerve in my body feels like a spark plugrightnow.
“You’ll have to ask me and see,” she whispers. I force myself to keep my hands at mysides.
“Hailey, will you go outwithme?”
Her lips crash against mine and suddenly my hands are everywhere, pulling her body against me, reaching down to grab her perfect, perfect ass as my tongue slides inside hermouth.
She throws her arms around my neck, kissing me back with a violence that throws all of my senses into overdrive. I lift her up and she wraps her legs around me, neither of us breaking the kiss as I carry her over to one of the tables and set her down in frontofme.
“You do not know how much I’ve wanted to get you out of this apron,” I growl into her neck, as my hands reach for the ties at herwaist.
“Jordan!” she hisses, but when I look into her eyes they’re dark and expectant, daring me togoon.
She reaches up to lift the top strap over her head and is still holding the apron in one hand when I all but rip the buttons of herblouseopen.
“If you break anything, you owe me a new shirt,” she pants, leaning back slightly and placing her hands on the table to holdherselfup.
“Gladly.”
Her entire torso is exposed in front of me, and for a moment I just stare. Her chest heaves with the quick rhythm of her breathing, the tops of her breasts spilling over a beige bra. Her skin is a milky white, and as my eyes trace the curve of her waist I want to lick every inchofit.
She sucks in a breath when I pull down one of the cups of her bra. Her nipple is a gorgeous, rosy pink and already hard under my touch as I start to circle it with my thumb. I reach behind her for the clasp of her bra and thank the Gods of Underwear Removal when it unhooks on myfirsttry.
I move my hand to her chest, rubbing both her nipples with my thumbs. She has her head thrown back and she’s breathing faster than ever. Without warning, I pinch her nipple, hard, and shecriesout.
Bending over, I replace one of my hands with my mouth, sucking and swirling my tongue until I feel her back arch up towards me. She calls my name and my cock throbs at thesound.
“God,” I gasp against her skin. “Hailey, your fucking tits. Your body. The way youtaste.”
She sits up, pushing on my chest and forcing me to lean back. She pulls my face towards her and parts my lips with her tongue. Her hands claw their way under my shirt, digging into the bare skin of my back. I’ve never been kissed with this kind of aggression before. I take her chin in my hand, tilting her head backwards as she sucks my bottom lip into her mouth. I’m about ready to throw her down flat on her back and thrust myself into her right here on thetable.
Before I can make another move, she pulls away from me. Her mouth is swollen from the kiss, her unclasped bra still hanging from her shoulders. She fixes me in a fierce stare. The open-mouthed, unapologetic desire on her face is sexier than any batting eyelashes couldeverbe.
Without breaking eye contact, she trails her hand from my back to my chest, brushing her fingers down the skin of my stomach. I inhale sharply, frozen in place as she moves to stroke the length of my cock over my clothes. I close my eyes and feel my mouth drop open. My brain flat-lines and the only thing I’m aware of now is hertouch.
“Okay, Jordan Knox.” Her voice sounds like it’s coming from far away. “We can go onadate.”
Then her hand is gone and the rest of the world rushes back into place. I open my eyes to find her reaching back to do upherbra.
“What are you doing?” I ask. My dick is demanding that she have fewer clothes on,notmore.
“I have to go home now. Also, my supervisor is going to be wondering what’s going onouthere.”
I whip my head towards thekitchen.
