“You said I could come after if I want.”
Sighing, I gripped the steering wheel harder. Fuck, she wound me up. “You’re more than welcome to come earlier, Nell.”
She bit the inside of her lips, clamping her mouth together. It was something she was considering. Well, fuck me. I expected a flat out no from her. Meeting the parents was a big step and we both knew full well that we’d passed the stage of being able to pass it off as a friend meeting a friend’s family thing.
“Um…” She frowned, and I could see her internal debate. I wasn’t going to help her get out of it but I wasn’t going to push her either. This was her decision to make; I just hope she made the right choice.
“Is that a good idea? You don’t have one of those mum’s that will be planning a bloody wedding whenever you mention a girl’s name, do you?”
Yes, I absolutely did and Nell was the only girl I’d mentioned to her too.
“She won’t be trying to marry us off,” I said. Because I would give her about three thousand warnings beforehand.
“Okay,” she said, visibly uncomfortable and unsure. “I’m in then.”
If we weren’t stopped at traffic lights I would probably have crashed the car. Her saying yes to meeting my parents was about the last thing I’d ever have expected.
“Great,” I replied, too stunned to say more. It was a major breakthrough. After this weekend I knew things would continue to change between us, even if we did go a few steps back to begin with, but I never expected it to happen so soon. She was trying and that meant everything.
I relaxed, knowing that although there was more distance now, she seemed to be willing to work on whatever it was holding her back. It gave me hope and when it came to Nell hope was I all I had.
We were apart the next night, for the first time in three days, and I was so ready to have her with me again. My parents were due over any minute and Nell looked nervous as she lent against the worktop chewing her lip to bits. She looked like she wanted to bolt but she didn’t do it, so that was a good sign.
I handed her a second glass of wine and she smiled gratefully. Part of me wanted to reassure her but that felt like a couple thing to do. After all this was just supposed to be a friend meeting a friend’s parents. She was a flight risk and I wasn’t about to highlight the fact that this was so much more than an innocent meeting.
“What time are you ordering dinner?” She asked.
“Are you hungry?”
She shook her head. “Just wondering. Am I dressed too slutty?”
“What? Where the fuck did that come from?”
“I don’t know. Sorry.”
I put my beer down and walked over to her. “Nell,” I said, lifting her chin. “You don’t look at all slutty, you never do. Not gonna lie, you look edible and I’m having to remind myself every two second that my parents will be here soon so I can’t bend you over the worktop.” Her eyebrows shot up. “But you definitely don’t look slutty. Relax, okay?”
She was wearing a dress, but it was very casual and very maddening. Her long, toned legs kept pulling me in, begging to be caressed and then wrapped around my waist. Her hair was messy and curly, just the way I loved it.
With my hands on her I had very little self-control. I lowered my head and brushed my lips teasingly against hers. “You look beautiful, Nell.” Before she had the chance to react I sealed my mouth over hers and kissed her. She reacted to that quickly enough and gripped the sides of my t-shirt. I groaned into the kiss as she pushed her body to mine.
I took a step forwards and placed my hands on the worktop either side of her waist, blocking her in. She whimpered and hooked her leg up around my backside. The best parts were all lined up and I didn’t care that I was supposed to be exercising some control right now.
I gripped the back of her thigh, kneading the flesh with my hand. God she was fucking amazing. “Nell,” I growled into the kiss, feeling harder than I’d ever been before. I needed her so badly. Running my hand further up, I almost came in my fucking boxers – she was wearing lacy French knickers. If they were white I didn’t care who came knocking at the door.
“Damon,” she said, panting as she pulled back and gripped the wrist of the arm that was working its way to the front of her underwear. “We can’t, your parents will be here any second.”
I groaned in pain and shook my head. “I don’t care, we’ll pretend to be out if they come.” Nothing was stopping me. I dropped to my knees and she gasped.
“What’re you doing? You can’t!”
Oh, I fucking could. The underwear was white. My nostrils flared and my dick strained against my jeans. I lifted her dress higher so the bottom of her stomach was exposed. There was nothing in this world better than having my hands on this woman.