“No,” she moaned. “Six was ... it was when you brought your friends to the shelter.”
I ducked down and licked along the generous swell of warm, delicious flesh, and groaned when she gripped the back of my head to keep me there. While I licked at the nipple through the bra, I wedged a thigh in between her legs, and she whimpered, instantly seeking the friction she needed.
“That’s it,” I praised. “Show me what you need.”
I encouraged her hips to roll forward, slanting my mouth over hers in a slick, dirty kiss that left us both gasping. “Seven,” I commanded, fingers plucking at the button and zipper on her jeans.
She was trying to climb me, and I had to fight through the clawing, screaming urge to fuck her through the front door.
“S-seven,” she gasped when I slipped my hand down the front of her jeans. Remi gripped my wrist, letting out a sweet keening sound when I pushed aside her lace underwear with two fingers and found her slick and wet and perfect. There wasn’t much room to move, and the frustration made my hands tremble.
“Seven was when I helped you move Pops,” I said against her mouth, then kissed her again.
“Yes.” Even though I didn’t have enough space to work her over the way I wanted, Remi was riding my hand like it was allshewanted in life. “Yes.”
“God, I need these fucking jeans off,” I growled. “I need to see you, pretty girl.”
Our kisses were frantic and deep as I fumbled with the door, tongue against tongue in decadent, slow strokes.
We almost fell into the house. I kicked the door shut behind me, and the walls fucking shook from the force. We made it as far as the family room, tearing off our clothes with greedy hands and greedier kisses.
Carpet. Carpet was good for sex, right? Thank God I got the expensive rug that was soft and easier on the knees, because I was about to take her right there.
I wanted her so badly, I could hardly think, and my bedroom was too fucking far away.
“Here,” she begged. “Please.”
I tore at the clasp of Remi’s bra as she lay back on the floor, kissing her so deep, we could hardly breathe. When I flung it away, I sat back between her spread legs and ran my hands up and down her toned thighs, dragging my thumb along the black lace I found there, eyes locked on the trembling breaths that made her breasts heave.
“You are so damn pretty,” I said reverently, ghosting my fingertips over her pebbled skin, down the line of her ribs, up over her sternum and tracing circles over her nipples again, watching the helpless arch of her back with a slight smile on my face. I was still in my boxer briefs, but she stared down between my legs with her bottom lip trapped between her teeth.
“Eight,” she whispered in a shaky voice.
I prowled over her, ducking down to drag my tongue over her right breast. Then her left. I used my teeth in a gentle tug, and she keened.
“Right fucking now,” I said, then sucked her breast into my mouth.
Remi tugged my face up to hers, and we kissed deeply. My free hand yanked at her underwear, and she wiggled her hips to help, shifting her legs back around my waist when she’d kicked it free of her right leg.
We did the same movements to rid me of my boxer briefs, and when she wrapped her hand around me, working her wrist in a way that made it hard to breathe, I set my forehead on hers and moaned her name.
“Now,” she begged.
“I didn’t get to taste you, firefly.” I kissed her, sliding my tongue against hers in the same way I’d use it between her legs. She whimpered into my mouth. “I bet you’re so sweet.”
“Later,” she promised. “We’ll have date number nine in about ... an hour. Mouths for date nine.”
My shoulders shook as I laughed. “I love the way you do math.”
“You’ll love the other things I do even more,” she promised, then bit down on my bottom lip as we kissed.
Even though it felt like a crime to pull away, I refused to rush this, so I sat back, committing the sight of her to memory, flushed and pink-lipped, her skin marked from my tongue and teeth and lips, her fiery hair spread wide on my floor. Her eyes softened the longer I stared.
“I love you,” I told her, my hands coasting up and down the impossibly soft skin of her inner thighs.
Remi pushed herself to a seated position and tugged my head down for a lingering kiss that made my head spin. “I love you too,” she said against my lips. Something set itself to rights inside me, snapped in place from an off-kilter position that I’d never really noticed. I loved her and she loved me. “Now, show me how much.”
I’d show her for the rest of my life.