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“You want to be here, angel face?”
This time my nod comes with more confidence. “I do.”
He traces my lower lip with the pad of his thumb, his gaze riveted there. “And you want me to kiss you, correct?”
“I said I did,” I remind him, a touch tartly.
His eyes flash to mine. “You want me to do more than kiss you?”
“Yes, please.”
The words are faint, but he hears them nonetheless. His eyes grow dark, and my breath stalls in my throat.
“Show me.”
Fourteen
Neve
Mood:…you know I’m drunk on love…
Show me.
Never had such simple words ever meant so much or gotten me so turned on.
My anger is immediately transformed into arousal; I need this far more than any drink.
Oscar is right when he says that sometimes you just know. I feel so comfortable with him, like I’ve known him for years. It’s the prim and careful daycare owner inside me that insists it isn’t proper to act on this attraction so soon after the first meeting. But honestly, with everything that’s been going on, I just want that reaffirmation of being alive. I want to lose myself for a little while and push aside all the worry and stress.
So much of my life is out of control right now, but not this.
Jesse wanted me to make decisions; well, this is me deciding to have sex with a hot, handsome man who I’ve only known for a few days. That seems pretty freaking decisive to me.
“With pleasure,” I whisper against Oscar’s mouth as I adjust my position so I’m straddling him.
The feel of him, thick and hard between my legs, has arousal flooding my panties, and I can’t help grinding against him as I dip my head to find his lips.
My dress had ridden up and Oscar’s hands follow the hemline, his fingers skimming my overheated flesh and painting another line of fire on my skin. He doesn’t stop until he hits the lacy edge of my underwear, and he strokes across the fabric before burrowing underneath and gripping my buttocks firmly, pulling me into him and making both of us groan.
I tilt my pelvis as our tongues tangle together in a mating ritual of their own, trying my best to get the friction right where I need it, but there’s too much clothing between us.
Frustrated, I end the kiss and pull on the hem of his tee shirt instead, but he’s leaning back against the couch, so I can’t get it off. And I somehow seem to have lost the ability to think properly now that my hands can touch the hard, sleek lines of his chest.
“Here, let me help.” Oscar sits forward and grabs his tee at the back of the neck, pulling it over his head by the collar in that way men do.
Holy hotness!
I think maybe I forgot to breathe for a second, because I’m aware of a pressure in my chest followed by a whoosh of breath when I’m finally met with the tanned expanse of lean muscle and the kind of delineated abs which I thought only existed on fitness models.
My fingers have a mind of their own. Without conscious thought they’re running over his pecs, sifting through the light dusting of hair which arrows tantalizingly down into his waistband. I follow that happy trail with a single finger and watch Oz’s six pack abs jump at my touch. There are no words for how it makes me feel, knowing I affect a man like him on such a visceral level.
My eyes are glued to the ridge of hardness pressed against his zipper, and I circle my index finger on the button at his waistband as I toy with the idea of taking that next step.
Oz has ceded all the power, so I feel in control of the situation, but in truth, that’s not who I am. Jesse is right in that much… and I’m annoyed that my thoughts keep returning to him, even now.
I run a daycare center and spend most of my time dealing with children. Yes, there are other aspects to the job, but they’re small by comparison. Regardless, I’m not some kind of femme fatale. I’m not even like Caroline, seeing what I want and going for it. I really am much more at home hanging back to see how the dice fall. That’s not to say I wait for things to come to me or expect them to just fall into my lap; more that I like to know exactly where I stand before I make my move.
Personally, I call that cautious rather than indecisive.
