Page 62 of Rules Of Engagement: St. Louis
“Yeah?”
“Today was peaceful for me.” She touched her temple. “Here,” she touched her chest, “and here.” She smirked. “Even the part where we almost got killed by a pig.”
“Wild boar.”
“Wild boar. Whatever. It was...” she nodded, “Thank you for that.”
“You’re more than welcome.”
I watched her climb the stairs, her jeans mud-stained and her hair a mess, and thought she’d never looked more beautiful. It was an eventful day, and as I made my way to the shower in my room, all I could think about was how I could do this for the rest of my days, with her.
When I heard her come downstairs, I was back in the kitchen preparing dinner. She was wearing a skin-tight mini dress that showed off her flawless, silky brown skin from her high-thighs to her bare feet.
My dick moved and I internally willed it to be calm.
“Do you feel better?”I asked.
“Much better.” She sauntered over to me and place her hands on my left shoulder. “It was completely worth it, however.”
I could smell her shampoo mixed with the faint scent of a fruity fragrance that seemed to have settled into her skin.
“Can I help with anything?”
“You can open that wine.”
She reached for the corkscrew, her arm brushing against mine. The contact charged me, and I was coming to the conclusion that every touch from her from here on out would undo me bit by bit.
“Naomi.”
“Yeah?”
I turned to face her. She was looking up at me with those dark brown eyes, and I could see my own desire reflected there.
“Come here.”
She stepped closer, close enough that I could count her eyelashes, and see the pulse jumping in her throat.
“Are you going to feed me now?” she asked with heavy innuendo.
“Is that what you want?”
My lips hovered over her mouth.
“Yes,” she breathed as my mouth landed on her mouth, and I spread her lips with my tongue, inhaling her. She melted against me, her hands fisting my shirt, pulling me closer.
“Mmmmm…” she moaned, and I grabbed her hips and lifted her onto the table.
A plate slipped to the floor and shattered, but neither of us could be bothered by the mess. Heat drenched my skin, and my dick turned to stone. I sucked off Naomi’s tongue and kissed down her face and bit into her neck.
“Ooh…”
When my gaze dropped to her thighs, her skirt was hiked around her waist, and her clitoris peeked from her moist, shiny pussy dusted with a light layer of curly hair.
“Fuuuck…” I cursed and held her steady under my heavy-lidded stare. “You came down here with no panties on, what were you thinking?” I asked, roughly.
“I was thinking maybe you’d appreciate the show.”
“Is that right?”
