Page 5 of Rebound (Men of Inked 2.3)
“Well, then,” I replied, moving my lips closer to hers, “I think you owe me something, as per our agreement.”
“I do,” she whispered against my mouth as her eyes fluttered closed.
Without wasting another second, I kissed her as I cradled her face in my hands. I inhaled her whiskey-laced breath and the city fell away, growing quiet as we connected. I brushed my thumb across her jaw, feeling her body shudder against me.
The way she responded to my touch was mind-blowing. Never in my life had I had someone react to me as she did.
I wanted her. More than I could remember wanting someone in my whole life. I never believed in love at first sight. I always thought Izzy was my soul mate, destined to be with me for my entire life. But in that moment, as I kissed Fiona, something shifted inside me.
Maybe it was the crazy old woman filling my head with nonsense, but I felt connected to Fiona. Like I was destined to be with her.
There was a high probability that the alcohol was impairing my judgment, but I didn’t want to believe that was true.
After I released her lips, I rested my forehead against hers. “We need to keep moving or I won’t be able to stop myself,” I said through gritted teeth. My rock-hard cock made wearing pants almost unbearable. If I kissed her again, I wouldn’t be able to control what happened next. The mix of alcohol and horniness wouldn’t help me maintain my composure.
“From what?” she whispered as she stared into my eyes.
“I want you so bad. If I kiss you again, I won’t be able to stop myself from wanting to fuck you tonight.” I closed my eyes, trying not to visualize the act.
“I may want that.”
My eyes flew open and saw the grin pulling at her lips. “Not tonight.” I didn’t want a one-night stand. What the fuck would I do the rest of the weekend? I’d be stuck in New Orleans for the next however many hours with nothing to do. I wanted to fill my weekend with her.
Sadness filled her eyes as they flickered toward the ground. “Hey,” I said, using my fingers to lift her chin, “I want you more than anything right now. I just want to give you a reason to see me again tomorrow.”
“Oh.” Her magnificent smile returned and then vanished. “I have to work tomorrow. Shit.”
Damn. I wasn’t ready for it all to slip away. “After work?” I asked, hoping she wasn’t just making an excuse.
“I work twelve to twelve, though.” She sighed, leaning against me as she rested her hands against my chest.
“You get off at midnight?” I asked, feeling hopeful. I didn’t care what time it was. I’d sleep all damn day if it meant I’d get to spend my night with her.
“I’m hoping.” She laughed, digging her fingers into my pecs. “So muscular,” she whispered, squeezing my chest.
“I’m big all over,” I bragged. What a fucking idiot. That was definitely the liquor talking. I knew I could back that shit up, but it wasn’t sexy to brag.
“You’re too much, Sam, but I hope to find out.” She smiled, her eyes looking into mine. “Walk me home?” she asked, raising an eyebrow.
“I’d love to, Fiona.”
“You can stay the night if you want.” Her other eyebrow joined the first, giving me a look of hopefulness.
“You need to sleep for work, and I need more than a few hours to worship your body.”
She smacked my chest and laughed. “You’re such a shit-talker.”
“It’s not shit when I’ve got the goods to back it up.” I smiled down at her and grabbed the back of her neck. Holding her in my grip, I wiped the smile from my face. Bringing her lips to mine, I said, “I plan to take my time when I fuck you.”
Fiona sucked in a quick breath as her hands stilled on my chest. “How is it possible?”
The question made me want to laugh, but I kept it in check. “Well, first I’m going to touch every inch of your body using my mouth and—”
“Stop,” she pleaded. “That’s not what I meant, Romeo.” She giggled.
It was my turn to act surprised. “No?” I grinned, wishing we could stay in that moment forever.
She rested her forehead against my chin as her fingers started to rub my pecs. “I’m wondering if I’m truly here or if I’m passed out at home dreaming this.”
“I’m real, sweetheart.” I gripped her ass, pressing her against my body. “Does this feel like a dream?” My stiff cock should be enough affirmation that it was, in fact, very real.
“That feels real. Let me get a better feel though to be sure.” She wiggled her lower half, rubbing against my pants and making the throbbing that much worse. “Yeah, huh,” she whispered. “Su
re as hell is for real.”
I tossed my head back, laughing at her words. “You’re just as wicked as I am, Fiona.”
“You’re the one who made it sexual, Sam. I wasn’t even thinking that when I asked about this.” She motioned between us with her hands.
“I know, but it was fun. Let’s get you home so you’re not asking yourself that question and regretting the entire evening.”
She intertwined her fingers with mine and pulled me forward. “Not possible.”
“All things are possible,” I replied, following her away from the square.
The entire walk to her place was filled with flirtatious double-talk. The conversation flowed easily and never died. It was rare to find someone who made me feel completely comfortable with being myself. I didn’t want the evening to end. I tried to tell myself “good things come to those who wait” as we approached her door.
“This is me,” she said, glancing at the address above the door.
718 Saint Philip. I repeated in it my head, writing it on my memory. “Until tomorrow,” I said, wrapping my arms around her body before I kissed her.
Her breathing changed as I pressed my lips against hers. She panted, moaning into my mouth as she fisted my hair in her hands. Listening to the sounds she made almost pushed me over the edge. If I didn’t stop, I wouldn’t be able to. This wasn’t the moment to fuck her. No. I’d be back for more.
I nipped at her lips, finally removing mine from her mouth. “Fuck,” I groaned, feeling my restraint slipping.
“I know,” she agreed in a breathy tone, pressing her tits against me.
I grabbed her arms, holding her body away from mine. “We gotta stop,” I said through gritted teeth. I knew what I said was right, but it was the last fucking thing I wanted to do. The only way to make myself feel better would be to bury myself inside her and not come up for air until my flight took off.
“Tomorrow,” she whispered, peering up at me.
I looked down at her and nodded. Her entire face smiled. The corners of her mouth almost kissed her eyes. “Yeah. Give me your phone.” She reached in her small purse and handed it to me without hesitation. I put in my number, saving myself as a contact. I hit send and waited for my phone to vibrate before hanging up. “I got ya now.” I winked at her, turning off her screen before I handed it back to her.
She stared at the ground, kicking her feet against the sidewalk as she slipped the phone back into her purse and pulled out her keys. “Is this it?”
“For now, Fiona. I’ll see you tomorrow night.” I kissed her gently on the lips, holding her face in my palm.
“Promise you’ll be there?” she asked against my lips.
I smiled, wishing I could explain how I felt about her without sounding like an absolute lunatic. “I promise.”
She kissed me back, swaying a bit as she grabbed my arm. When she stopped, she glanced up at me. With a smile on her face, she said, “I don’t know if I’m tipsy or just exhausted.”
“Probably a little bit of both. I know I’m drunk on you.” I swiped my thumb across her jaw, relishing the softness of her skin. God, I sounded like a cheesy asshole. Could I be any more of a tool?
“You’re such a flirt, Sam. I’ll hold you to your promise.”
“And I’ll get my payback you promised me for talking to the fortune-teller.”
She blushed. Even in the virtual pitch-darkness, I could see the pink creep into her cheeks. “I thought maybe you forgot.”
“A promise like that is unforgettable. I’ll collect tomorrow.” I dragged my hand down her jaw, touching her neck before I released her.
“Night.” She waved before unlocking the door.
I gave her a goofy smile, feeling happier than I had in a long time. “Night, Fiona. See you tomorrow.” I waited for her to enter the house and close the door before I started to walk away.
I fist pumped the air and whisper-yelled, “Yes!” as I headed back toward the action on Bourbon Street. I hope she hadn’t watched me through the window, but the thought didn’t occur to me until after.
Tomorrow felt promising. No longer did I feel like I was gliding through life, only trying to make it to the next day. I had a reason to be excited for tomorrow. Fiona, the golden-haired girl with eyes as blue as the Caribbean Sea on a sunny day. Her lips breathed new life into me.
There was a possibility that New Orleans wasn’t just a place where people came to get lost and stay that way.
Maybe, just maybe, it was a place where someone could be found.
