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When I saw her in the crowd at the concert, I knew it was Little Red, hopping on one foot every morning because she’s running late. Then, seeing her tiny little frame being swept away and catching the look on her perfect face, I knew she was terrified. I got to her as quickly as I could, and as soon as she was on her feet and out of danger and saw her friends, she eventually regained her confidence. As sexy as confidence is, nothing figuratively strokes me more than strength and resilience. She has depth and sass, and she looks at me like she wants me to be undone.
I need to be the man who undoes her.
I stand here, waiting and willing her to shut the door. Hell, I fucking need her to shut the fucking door, but she doesn’t.
And then she licks those sexy lips, which is her way of giving me the green light.
“Fuck it.” I reach out and grip the back of her head as I step in and pull her against me.
Cecilia pushes up onto her toes, lays her hands on the sides of my face, and open-mouth kisses me.
I kick the door shut behind me, reach down with my free hand, and grab her just beneath her ass as she licks inside my mouth.
I set her on the kitchen island, grip her knees, and pull them apart to make room for me to stand between them, needing to be closer to deepen the kiss. One hand against the back of her head, I do just that.
She tastes so damn good—minty, mixed with her naturally addictive taste. With her hands still on my face and one of my hands on the back of her head, fingers through her thick, silky hair, I place my other hand on her thigh, and she moans into my mouth.
Her hands leave my face, and she grips my wrist, guiding my hand between her legs.
I tear my lips from hers, needing answers. I’m not questioning the fact that she’s giving permission; I know she is. I wanna see her eyes, her entire beautiful face, as she gets high on my touch, so I can memorize it and take it home with me.
“You want me to get you off right here on your kitchen island?”
Eyes dark and shimmering, she nods as she rocks against my hand.
“Jesus, Red, you’re on fire.”
“Uh-huh.” As her teeth catch her lower lip, her head falls back slightly, exposing her sexy neck, and she lets out the gentlest moan I’ve ever heard.
I lean in, and I take the opportunity to taste her in other places—first, her neck.
Hand cupping her pussy over her sweats, I rub my palm harder against her, hoping the friction is enough to get her there.
She whimpers, “More.”
I pull my lips away from her sweet, hot skin. “Yeah?”
She grips my wrist, pulls my hand under the thin material of her sweatshirt, and then slowly pushes it lower, under her waistband.
My cock hardens even further when her heat rises from her center, meeting my hand.
“I knew you would be magnificent. So hot.” I slide my finger slowly down her moist folds, and she whimpers as I gently glide back up her seam. “So wet.”
“Uh-huh,” she moans as I split her, taking care not to touch her clit—not yet, anyway.
“Your pussy,” I whisper against her neck, lick the shell of her ear, then tug on it, “and I are going to make great friends.”
“Prove it,” she says, throwing out a shuddering breath.
I chuckle darkly and run my thumb around her clit.
“Okay, yeah. Oh … shit, just like that.”
“And how about this?” I ask as I slide a finger inside of her. When she leans forward and bites into my shoulder, I groan, “I’ll take that as a yes.”
“Yeah. Yeah, just like that.”
“Love the affirmation, but I think you’ll find this even more enjoyable if you trust me to set the pace.”
