What happened to taking it slow?
That was before she invited me over. Besides, coming inside does not equate to sex. Maybe, like me, she’s just not ready to call it a night. It’s still early.
“Yeah, I’d like that.”
She unlocks the door and I follow her up the stairs, a sense of déjà vu settling over me as I step into the living room.
Ava flips the light switch and turns slowly, as if trying to determine her next move. “I didn’t really think this through.” She laughs. “Some host I am. I can’t even offer you a drink.”
“I didn’t come up for a drink.”
“Oh.” Her eyes widen. “Then what did you come up for?”
It would sound like a line coming from anyone else, but Ava’s not like that. She’s sweet, and when we first met, she wasinexperienced as well. We haven’t spent enough time together for me to know if that’s still the case, but it wouldn’t surprise me. Despite her efforts to appear audacious and carefree, I saw her. I saw the thoughtful woman with the gentle heart. The one looking for an opportunity to cut loose.
“I came over to spend time with you.” I cup her cheek, relishing the feel of her skin beneath my calloused fingers. “I don’t care if we watch a movie, or talk, or sit in silence and stare at the wall, as long as I get to do it with you.”
Ava darts forward and snakes a hand around the back of my neck, lowering my mouth to hers. Our lips crash together and fuck yes, how many times have I fantasized about this moment over the last five years?
Her lips are soft and wet, and when they part, I deepen the kiss, my tongue gliding along hers. She tastes like peppermint and tequila, and I can’t get enough. I hook an arm around her waist and pull her close, stopping only when her body is flush with mine.
I tangle my fingers in her hair, wrapping the silken strands around my fist and angling her head to the side for better access. Throat exposed, she moans quietly.
It only stokes my desire.
I’m down bad, and I don’t care who knows it. I nip at her lower lip, tugging it gently between my teeth. Then I pepper kisses along her jawline and down the tender flesh of her neck and shoulder. I want to taste every inch of her gorgeous body.
She scrapes her nails down the back of my scalp, delivering that intense dichotomy of pain and pleasure. My cock swells in response, and I exhale, breath hissing between my teeth.
Ava jerks back.
The loss of contact sucks the air right out of the room.
“Sorry.” She offers me a wobbly smile, not quite meeting my eye. “I should’ve asked for consent. That was a little aggressive.”
“I’d say it was just the right amount.” I release my grip on her hair, letting the dark strands fall over her shoulder. “And for the record, you always have my consent.”
I can’t imagine a time when I wouldn’t want to kiss this woman.
“Always is a long time.” She trails a finger down the front of my shirt. “You might change your mind.”
“I won’t.” I grip her waist and pull her close, letting her feel my growing erection. “This is what you do to me.”
Her breath hitches, but her gaze is steady. “Knox—”
I press a finger to her lips. “We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do. I meant what I said. I had a great time tonight, and I’m happy just spending time with you.”
Her lips part, and eyes blazing, she sucks my finger into her mouth.
Sweet Jesus.
It’s all I can do to suppress a groan as her tongue swirls around my finger, massaging it from base to tip before she releases it with a wetpop.
I crush my lips to hers and spin us around, pinning her back to the wall. Our teeth grind together on impact, but I’m too far gone to care as Ava’s tongue plunges into my mouth. I meet her thrust for thrust, and when she angles her hips, I wedge my knee between her thighs.
The joining is messy and chaotic, but it feels right. Like we were always going to end up here.
I cup her breast and hesitate, tearing my mouth from hers. “Is this okay?”