Page 132 of Mr. Edwards
I rise from my stool, closing the last of the distance between us, sighing the moment our mouths connect. I hear a few hollers coming from somewhere behind us, but I ignore them. My sole focus is her, and that sweet mouth I’ve been craving.
The kiss is perfect, a big step up from the peck I gave her a few weeks ago. It has the right amount of lip and tongue, considering we’re in public. The only problem is, it ends far too soon.
Her eyes remain closed when I draw back like she’s still savoring our connection. “You should keep me, sunshine,” I whisper, running my knuckle down the side of her face. “I’m a good catch, ask Granny, she’ll vouch for me.”
Her lids spring open revealing her hooded eyes. Christ, I ache for this woman.
She stands to full height before raising her hand to playfully bump me on the tip of my nose. “I might just do that, handsome,” she says with a glint in her eye.
“You might just do what? Ask Granny?”
“No, silly. Keep you.”
She gives me a cheeky wink before turning and heading to the other end of the bar. My eyes follow her every move.
Please keep me,I silently pray as my gaze drops to my lap. Because if things don’t work out this time, I don’t know what I’ll do.
The bar has finally closed. The doors are locked and we’re all alone. My eyes were glued to her the entire night. She’s wearing this tight little denim skirt that’s frayed around the bottom edge. It hugs her delicious ass perfectly. It’s been driving me to the point of insanity.
I walk over to the old-style jukebox that sits in the far corner of the room, while Carlee counts the till. Her shift seemed to drag on forever. I’m so angsty. I slide a few quarters into the machine before scanning the songs on offer, going through each list, searching for the perfect one we can dance to.
Shit’s about to get real.
Music was such a huge part of my life growing up. Well, when my father was alive it was. My mom stopped playing their records after he passed. It was like the music died along with him. But I understood why.
When I was a small boy, I sometimes woke to the sound of singing coming from downstairs. I’d sneak to the banister at the top of the staircase peering down into the living room where I’d find my parents wrapped in each other’s arms, dancing up a storm. The smile on my mother’s face as my father spun her around the room, or the way they used to gaze into each other’s eyes is something I’ll never forget. You could practically feel their love floating in the air around them, it’s the exact kind of connection I’ve found with Carlee.
It takes me a while to find the right song. I choose,Cry To Meby Solomon Burke. It’s an oldie, but I know she’ll recognize it. It’s from one of her favorite movies.DirtyDancing.The lyrics sum up exactly what I’ve been going through for the past few years.
The moment it starts to play, I turn around to face my girl, crooking my finger in her direction. A smile illuminates her beautiful face as she immediately stops what she’s doing and rounds the bar.
I meet her in the middle of the dance floor. Our eyes are locked as Carlee’s flattened palms travel over my chest before her arms snake around my neck. I slide mine around her waist, dragging her closer until our bodies are flush.
We instantly start swaying to the music. One of my hands rests on her lower back, while the other moves down her outer thigh, so I can hike up her leg, placing it over my hip. I can’t seem to get close enough to her.
I bend her upper body backward, her pelvis pushing against mine as I slowly guide her torso from left to right before maneuvering her until our chests are flush again. Carlee’s grinning like a fool. Patrick Swayze would be proud. It’s dirty dancing at its finest, and I’m so fucking hot for her right now.
My mouth seeks hers out, devouring her with all the desperation I’m feeling. I reach for her other leg, lifting it until they’re both wrapped snuggly around my waist. Our lips are still connected as I start moving across the room until I have her lying flat on top of one of the tables.
I hadn’t planned on taking things further, not until I had her back in my hotel room, but even the best laid plans can go awry. I can’t wait; I need to be inside her this instant.
I push her sexy little skirt up around her hips before pulling her panties to the side. When my fingers glide down her center, I groan feeling how wet she is for me.
“Every day I’ve spent without you, I died a little more inside.”
Carlee tenderly cups the side of my face. “I love you,” she whispers as I pop the button on my jeans and drag down the zipper.
Hearing those words from her again has my heart damn well ready to burst. “You’re my unhealthy obsession, sunshine,” I admit, sinking into her heat, and all the way home. “You have my heart in your hands… please take good care of it.”
“I will.”
My fingers dig into her flesh, and we both moan in unison as I rock my hips forward. I’ve missed this. Nobody makes me feel the way she does.
“Wait,” she says, placing her hand on my chest, halting me. “Do you have a condom with you? I’m not on birth control.”
“You don’t need it. I’m going to fill this luscious body of yours with all my babies. And before you try to stop me, you’re going to be an amazing mother to our children.”
“Okay.”
