Page 18 of Ready, Willing and Abel

By the time I put the car in park, she’s kissing my neck.

“Are you wearing some kind of custom-made pheromone cologne?” She mumbles against my throat.

“No. Just aftershave. Why?”

“Because your scent drives me a little insane.”

“In a good way?”

She leans up a little, putting her lips right next to my ear. “It’s making me wet.”

Ah fuck. She’s so goddamn sexy. “Can we go inside?”

“Excellent idea.” She opens her door and climbs out.

I grab her hand and we walk up to her front door.

When we get inside and she locks the door, it hits me that I want to fuck her because she means everything to me. For years I’ve wondered if I was asexual because I’d never craved anything more than my hand.

But I want to do everything with Esme.

“I want you,” I tell her.

She takes my hand and pulls me into her bedroom.

“Say it again,” she says.

“I want you. I don’t want any space between us. I want to breathe you in until you’re a permanent part of my soul.”

She releases a small gasp. “Was that from a movie?”

I shake my head. “Never. Everything I’ve said to you, everything I will say to you comes straight from me.”

“It’s beautiful. You’re beautiful,” she says.

“No. You are the beautiful one. I’ve never seen anything as beautiful as you, Esme.” I run my nose up her throat. “Fuck, you smell good.”

Her hands find my shirt and work the buttons until I feel her warm palms on my shoulders. Her touch is like lightning. Sparking in one place and spreading to several others. The shirt falls to the floor.

Then her hands are working to open my jeans.

She makes a sweet sound of satisfaction. “Commando again.”

She spreads open the fly of my jeans, reaches in, and wraps her hand around my dick.

“Oh fuck, Esme.”

She slides my jeans over my ass and they fall to my feet. Then she’s once again on her knees in front of me.

Precum beads on the tip of my cock, and she leans forward and licks it off.

I grab her chin and force her to look up at me. “You don’t need to be on your knees for me. I should be on my knees for you.”

She licks her lips. “But I’ve wanted to do this since the first time I saw your dick.” She leans forward and nearly swallows me whole.

I hit the back of her throat and have to fight not to come that very moment. “Esme.”

Her brown eyes lift to mine, but her lips are still wrapped around my shaft.