Page 49 of Glitter Rose
“You’ve got me figured out, don’t you?” I move up to her collarbone, feeling her shiver.
“Then you’d make me coffee. Black for you, sugar and cream for me.” Her head tilts back, giving me better access. “You’d try to read something serious while I flip through fashion magazines that don’t exist anymore.”
I rest my hand on her perfect ass. “And then?”
“Then…” Her voice drops to a whisper as she grinds against my hardness. “Use your imagination.”
I dig my fingers into her ass cheeks, holding her still before I lose my damn control. “Not exactly what I had in mind when I planned this date.” After yesterday, I don’t want her to feel like this is just physical for me.
“Fine. I’ll stop torturing you.” She collapses against my chest, her weight a perfect pressure pinning me to the cushions. Her hair spills across my collarbone, tickling my neck, and her breath comes in little puffs against my skin. “For now.”
I wrap my arm around her. She fits against me like she was designed for it, the curve of her hip melting under my palm,her legs weaving through mine, her head finding its home beneath my chin.
“Ask me.” Her fingers curl into my shirt, gripping like she’s afraid I’ll disappear. “Ask me if I’ll go with you.” A heartbeat passes. “To your community.”
I need a rewind to be sure she just said that. I cup her face, tilting it toward mine so I can see her eyes. Those green eyes that have haunted me since I first saw them. “Paris?—”
“Ask.”
My voice comes out rougher than intended. “Will you?”
She holds my gaze, something fierce and vulnerable battling in her expression. Then—a nod. Just once. Decisive. “Yes.”
Everything in me lightens, like I’ve been carrying a weight I didn’t recognize until it lifted.
I press my forehead to hers, breathing her in. “You sure? It won’t be easy.”
“Nothing worth having is.” Her lips brush mine, not quite a kiss. “Besides, I’ve spent enough time talking to appliances.”
I laugh against her mouth. “Poti will be devastated.”
“Telly’s the jealous one. He’s always watching.”
“I’ll win him over.”
I close the distance between us, claiming her mouth in a kiss that’s been building since she straddled me. Her lips part with a sigh that makes my blood boil, and I tangle my fingers in her hair, tilting her head to deepen the connection. She tastes like popcorn and possibility, her body melting against mine like she’s been waiting for this her whole life.
When we break apart, her eyes are hazy, pupils blown wide, and a smudge of glitter sparkles on my thumb where I’ve touched her face.
“First date approved?” I ask, voice rough as gravel.
Her teeth catch her lip, swollen from my attention. “Yeah. Maybe.”
“Maybe?” I draw her closer, my lips finding the sensitive spot below her ear that made her moan last night. “First dates usually end with a goodnight kiss.”
“And second dates?” Her fingers slip under my shirt, exploring the ridges of my stomach with feather-light touches that make my muscles jump.
I nip at her earlobe. “Wouldn’t you like to know.”
“I would, actually. I missed a lot of normal.”
Something shifts inside me—protective, possessive, fucking terrifying. “I’ll give you all the normal you want.”
For however long she’ll have me.
I lift the hem of her top, hunger beating a rhythm in my blood. She arches toward me, arms raised in silent permission. I drag the fabric upward, revealing the canvas of her skin inch by inch.
She’s perfect.
