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I coughed and blurted out ‘Dad’, then coughed again, drawing a chuckle from both of them.
My mother finally headed toward the door, blowing me a kiss. "Text me later, your dad and I will take you out to dinner." She paused halfway out, planting a seed. "Or maybe we could double date!"
I exhaled loudly when the door clicked shut and rushed over to lock it, just in case.
Pawing at my hair and blushing like I'd just forced him into some awkward meet the parents scenario, I slowly pivoted back to the living room. I was in no hurry to see his bemused expression, so I started gathering things and putting them in a basket, trying to tidy up. "Sorry about that. And this mess.”
"No worries," he answered. I was too busy trying to pretend I wasn't a slob to see if he really meant that, but I heard the crunch of him navigating through the junk. "Your mom seems lovely."
I plopped the basket on the counter and swept my eyes to where he was standing. Closer than I realized. Close enough that it wouldn't take much to grip the front of his white t-shirt and snatch him close. Close enough to taste that smile on his lips. To kiss away the rest of the world.
I wish I'd downed that glass of water after all.
I should have been asking about Cassidy, about what happened next, and what he really thought of my mother. Instead, the only question that seemed to scream, pulsing through my head was, "Where do you want me?"
I pretended I wasn't dying to tear off his jeans with my teeth, moving some bottles and cans to the recycling. "She's gone, you don't have to be on your best behavior anymore."
The smirk on his face darkened with something that made lust echo over my body. Remembering when the playful jokester went to the back burner and I saw another side of him. A dominant side I never knew I was searching for until he uttered an order and my pussy screamed 'Yes'.
My whole world went still when he came to me without a word, spinning me around. He took my hands and pressed them against the counter, gently, but with purpose. The smell of him, all man, all power, all mine, filled my nostrils. I felt the part of him that spoke to that secret part of me.
We put everything on else on hold except this moment.
His breath was warm, caressing my ear. “It's a good thing I don't have to be on my best behavior.” He inhaled, then exhaled lust and desire. “The things I want to do to you..."
He trailed off, leaving me to fill in the blanks with all the delicious options.
Right here on the counter.
Up against the wall.
On the floor.
My breath came in jagged pants. My heart rate was elevated. My skin was a sea of goosebumps.
Despite the fact that I was struggling to maintain my composure, I cocked my head to the side and threw down the gauntlet. "Show me.”
~
“Do you remember what happened on Delilah?”
Before we were pulled out of the moment and thrusted back to our present predicament with Cassidy and the paparazzi that were camped outside and had probably already snapped a picture of Jason slipping in to see the other woman, he pressed a kiss against the nape of my neck that sent shivers down my spine. Like he had that night before my world was turned upside down.
I licked my trembling lips and nodded my head. How strict was he as far as playing? What if he wanted a verbal-
He answered my question by releasing his hold on one of my hands and bringing it to my chin and slowly, teasing me, brought every pore he touched to life. He stroked my neck with his fingertips. Lingering.
“Use that beautiful mouth of yours, Nat.”
All the things he didn’t say, like, ‘Because I have plans for those lips’ made a sigh slip from between them. My eyelids fluttered and I couldn’t catch my breath. I was already drunk off him. Lost in him.
“Y-yes.” I managed to get the words out in bits and pieces. “I re-remember.”
I did remember. Every moment. How impatient I’d been, wanting to kiss him, wanting to tear his clothes off. Like now. But I didn’t want to take the reins because I wanted to be in charge. I was in charge of every other facet of my life: my career, making sure rent was paid on time, making sure the house wasn’t a complete disaster area (under normal circumstances)...so to be honest, I could care less if my roomie did have a fit at the current state of things. I was a go-getter; I practically proposed to my ex because I got tired of talking about hypothetical situations and daydreaming about all the things we’d do once we got married. I was the hunter when I sought out men. Distractions. Distracting me from the fact that underneath it all, I wanted someone to take charge. To use me. To tell me how it was gonna be.
Because when Jason told me to go to the bed, strip, and lie down, I practically came before the last word fell from his hot mouth.
“You told me to-”
