Page 83 of Beneath the Blue Moon
“We have time.”
“No, we don’t.I’ve got to get this stuff finished beforeyour guests start arriving.”
I slip my hand beneath her dress, squeezing her thigh.Despiteher protests, she moans and leans closer. I don’t know why seeing her cookingin my kitchen has made me so horny.No, it has to be the fact that we haven’tmade love in an entire week.But that can’t be it, either; I’ve gone longerthan a week without sex.It’s her.She’s had me in a constant state of arousalsince I met her.
“I’m still a little mad at you,” she says.
“This isn’t about the A/C, is it?”
“Yes, this is about the A/C.You shouldn’t have done that.Iwas going to get it installed myself.”
“Excuse me for wanting to make my woman comfortable.You’rethe one who said it was hotter than the devil’s balls.”
She giggles and finally relaxes against me.
“If you behave, I have a surprise for you later.”
As my hand moves north, I kiss her neck, and she angles herhead to give me better access.
“Want it now,” I mumble.
I sound like a petulant child, but who cares?
“Ethan.”She turns in my arms, and I nibble at her lips.“What’sgotten into you?”
“Baby, it’s been a week.”
“That was nature’s doing, not mine.”
“You’re off now, right?”I ask, even though my heightenedsenses tell me she is.
“Yes, I am.”
I find her clit through her panties and push her against thecounter.She gasps, breathing heavily as I trail my tongue across her neck.
“Ethan….”
“I just want to be close to you.”
“How close?”
“You make me want to crawl out of my skin and into yours.Thatclose.”
“Fuck….”
I pull the straps of her dress down her arms, feverishlykissing any exposed skin I can find.
“I want you.”
“Okay, okay, tell you what.Turn the stove off and meet meupstairs in five minutes.”
“One.”
“Five.”
“Two?”I try again.
“Five.”
