Page 47 of Wine & Dine

“Thinking of going home?” I question. Again, my breath hitches. I don’t think I’ll like her answer. She twists in my arms, looking at me over one shoulder.

“Not yet. Why? Do you want me to leave?”

I answer her with a slow kiss. My hands cover her flushed cheeks, drawing her lower lip between mine. I sip the swollen skin before releasing her and pressing my forehead to hers. “I don’t think I want you to ever go.”

The truth weighs heavy on my chest, and the words fill the slim space between us. Her answer comes in the form of a similar kiss. Sweet. Lasting. Longing. Her tongue sweeps mine, and that’s all it takes. I have her on her back, desperate to connect with her for fear she’s going to leave too soon. Fingers slip into her hair as my legs come between hers, forcing her to open for me. I press upward, my dick straining to enter her. Our clothing provides too much of a barrier.

“Why do I want you so much?” I mutter between kisses down her jaw to her neck. My hips rock, forcing the stiff ridge behind my zipper to slide over the seam of her leggings. “I want you right now.”

“Here?” she chokes, her head rolling to look at Wally. He’s sleeping, the lazy beast. He won’t see a thing.

“Right here,” I say, sitting up and tugging off my light jacket. It’s in the sixties but warmer in the sunshine. My body temperature escalates to a hundred. I’m hot for her. Lifting her hips, I slip my jacket under her backside and tug her leggings below her knees—just enough so she can spread for me. She sits up; her fingers work at my belt and my zipper, releasing me from my jeans within seconds. Our mouths crash again.

“Condom,” she groans as I lay her back.

Fuck. I growl. I pat my back pockets and then search the inside of my jacket spread under her. Thank fuck for secret pockets. I roll the rubber to cover me and slip into her without any foreplay. Once I’m seated to the hilt, Dolores moans, rolling her hips under me to meet me thrust for thrust.

Don’t leave. I tap into her. Stay with me.

Her hands slip into my jeans, which are just below my hips, and hold my ass.

“Harder,” she mutters. “Faster.”

This woman is a dream come true. I pick up the pace, pressing up on one elbow to slip my fingers between us. I’m not releasing without her coming on my dick. I flick the nub, and she denotates quickly, digging her fingers into the globes of my ass, forcing me to remain deep inside her.

Don’t worry. I’m not going anywhere, sweetheart, I think as I follow her. I’m not sure the condom can hold all my seed. I’m coming and coming and coming, continuing to thrust into her as I imagine what it would feel like to be bare and free within her.

“Garrett.” Her voice hitches, hinting at another building orgasm.

“Fuck yes, sweetheart,” I growl, circling harder at her clit as I remain inside her. Her head lifts off the ground, and her nails scrape across my ass. She screams my name as she falls back and removes her grip on my backside. Her arms fall to the sides, fisting in the material of my jacket as a second orgasm flows out of her.

My God, I love her. The thought races to my heart, expanding the organ inside my chest. I can’t breathe, but then I look down at her, satiated and pleased. She smiles up at me, a sheepish look in her eyes, and my heart beats a new rhythm.

Don’t leave me.

She giggles as a hand comes to her forehead.

“What?”

“I’ve never done anything like that,” she admits, turning her head to Wally who hasn’t moved from his nap.

“Well, I’m happy it was with me, then,” I tease.

She shakes her head. “You’re unbelievable.” She grins with mocked disappointment.

“Yeah, but you love me.”

The comment freezes us both. Why would I say that? It’s just a figure of speech, but her eyes fix on mine, and I don’t want her to respond. I don’t want her to say anything, and to my relief, she doesn’t. We just stare at one another. Then I pull back and right her pants. I don’t have any way to clean her up, but I’m more concerned I just dirtied everything with my smartass comment.