Page 55 of A Very Friendly Valentine's Day
“Jesus, fuck, you’re so hot.”
“So are you.”
Okay, new plan.
“I want you inside me.”
“I want that too, Bird.”
“You can rip my panties if you want to.”
“How ’bout I remove them with my teeth?”
“Yes, do that.”
He kisses me on the mouth again once, hard and fast, and then trails down the center of me with his tongue, alternately swirling and licking and kissing, all the way down to my panties. I feel his teeth graze my skin, just above the waistband of the panties, his hands massaging my hips, and then cool air rushes in when he pulls those panties down to my knees with his teeth, shoving them down the rest of the way. He kisses back up the inside of my leg, inner thigh, and then—oh, thank you sweet St. Valentine and all those weird pagan guys before him—he flicks at my clit with the tip of his tongue, and I think I just died and went to frorgasm heaven.
“Be right back.” He slides out from under the covers, making sure the blankets and coat stay on top of me.
“You can use the ones in my bag,” I tell him.
“I have my own, thanks.”
Right. The not-regular-sized ones.
I tie my hair up into a knot, wondering if I should just leave it loose so Eddie can keep running his fingers through it and tugging on it. Whatever. He can pull it loose if he wants to. He can do pretty much anything he wants to me tonight.
My body is ready.
I’ll worry about my heart and my brain tomorrow.
