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He lifts to a stand, and I tip my chin up. His lips find mine, and he kisses me again in that way he has—it’s slow and tender and beautiful, and at the same time it’s deep and urgent and needy.
I want to…return the favor, but I also am not fully sure I can move right now since my entire body feels like very satisfied Jell-O.
Oh, and condoms.
He said he wants condoms.
He wants to have sex. Again. With me.
My brain might be malfunctioning a little at the thought of it.
I force myself to pull back. “Do, uh…do you want me to…?”
Pull it together, Ava. Stop being so awkward.
“To?” he prompts, not sure what I’m trying to ask.
“To make you come?” My cheeks burn as I say it, but if he catches onto my awkwardness, he doesn’t acknowledge it.
His eyes burn into mine. “I want your mouth on my cock possibly more than anything I’ve ever wanted. But we need to get to dinner, and I’d rather save it for tonight when I get you back to my hotel suite.”
I draw in a breath as I realize we’re about to head to dinner with his entire family, and his breath is going to smell like my pussy.
My cheeks burn at the thought.
“Are you sure?” I ask.
He shakes his head with a wry smile. “No. But we’re already late.”
“Do you, uh, want some gum or something?”
He shakes his head. “Fuck no. I don’t want anything taking away the aftertaste of your hot cunt.”
That word used to make my skin crawl, but somehow hearing it out of his mouth after he just had said mouth on said body part…I’m nearly ready to combust all over again.
“Okay. So, we’re just going to sit across the table from your mom with your mouth glistening with my wetness. Cool, cool.”
He laughs. “Maybe a quick stop in your bathroom to wash my hands.”
“Be my guest,” I say, sweeping an arm in that direction. He heads that way, and I slowly get down from the counter, my legs still a little shaky after all that. I use the bathroom next, passing by him in the hallway, and then we head toward the restaurant.
“Will it be weird being with your whole family minus Lincoln?” I ask when we’re on our way.
He shrugs. “Maybe a little. Would it be weird with your family if one brother was missing from dinner?”
I shake my head. “Nah. I talk to Beck the most, and even that is fairly limited. He’s busy with the kids and work. And Oliver’s in Chicago, Alex is in Philly. Everyone’s busy being successful at young ages, and I’m the black sheep in Vegas working at a bakery after blowing my life savings on a dumb skincare line.”
He reaches over to set his hand on my thigh. “I’d hardly call you a black sheep, Ava.”
I lift a shoulder. “Feels that way sometimes. I mean, Oliver’s the youngest senior software developer at his firm. Alex just finished his schooling, and he’s the youngest anesthesiologist on his staff. Beck’s the youngest senior partner at his firm. Everyone is doing these amazing things, and I’m stuck in neutral.”
“Didn’t you invent that special recipe that’s the bestseller at your bakery?” he asks.
“Yeah. Fat lot of good it’s doing me.”
“Stop,” he says, taking my hand in his and threading his fingers through mine. “It’s incredible. You’re working toward your dreams, and owning a bakery is a huge and expensive dream, but I have every faith in you that you’ll make it happen, and it’ll be the best bakery Vegas has ever seen.”
“Thanks, Gray. That’s really sweet of you to say.”
