Page 14 of Holiday Friend Zones
“How much have you had to drink if you’re already thinking about that,” I asked softly.
“Not enough,” she mumbled.“What about you.I know you were married.”
I shrugged, looking down at my nearly empty glass.“Nothing too exciting.We got married young, and I thought we liked each other, and then we didn’t.I don’t think she liked that I’m a blue-collar worker.She wanted to travel, to see the world, and do it while in suites, rather than on a budget.”
“Are you kidding me?Having someone that knows how to take care of a house is one of the main things I’m looking for in a man.”
“Oh really?”I asked with a laugh.
“Yes.Because I hate home maintenance.”
“So you would just marry someone for what, the size of their hammer?Not their bank account?”
Our gazes met and we burst out laughing.
And when I leaned forward, that’s when I realized that both of us were practically knee-to-knee on the couch.The warmth of her seeped into my body, and I swallowed hard.
My breath quickened, our noses practically brushing, and when her tongue darted out to lick her lips, I was lost.
“Tell me no.Just tell me no.”
“I don’t want to tell you no.”
And then my mouth was on hers.Somehow, we set down the glasses, and I cupped her face, needing her taste.
This wasn’t like last time, not a quick graze of lips and then jumping away from each other.This was hot and needy, and all I wanted to do was explore her mouth, and then the rest of her.Her hands went around my body, sliding up my shirt so her nails dug into my skin, and I moaned into her.
“That’s it, dig in,” I growled.
“Please tell me you brought a condom.”
I blinked and grinned.“Just call me a Boy Scout.Always prepared.”
She snorted but then pressed her lips against mine once again.
We spent far too long and yet not enough kissing, exploring each other, learning each other’s tastes.
And when my cock threatened to burst out of my jeans, I lifted her up by the waist and carried her the short distance to the bed.
She let out a gasp, and I kept moving, tugging on her jeans.
“You’re going to have to work on your shirt, because I don’t think I can wait that long.”
“Impatient.I like it.”
And then we were moving quickly, and her jeans were off in one corner, her panties in another.I tore off my shirt, shoved down my pants, and then both of us were finally naked, and I went to my knees.
I pulled her to the edge of the bed, grabbing her by her hips before I wrapped my arms around her thighs, and finally had my first taste.
“Cullen!”
“You taste like fucking honey,” I growled against her pussy before I took another taste, and then another.I licked at her clit before sliding one finger in between her soft folds.
“You’re swollen for me.Look how wet you are.Is this all for me?”
She went up to her elbows and looked down between us, not a shy glance in sight.
“Of course you do that to me, Cullen.Just like I know that erection that looks so painful is for me.”
