Slowly lying back, so that Reese was laying on top of him, Phillip ran his hands up her back, and let out a long breath. God, she was fantastic. Moving his face into her neck, he took in another breath, loving her scent. It was soft, flowery, delicate, and beautiful like her. He knew he would be thinking of it for days when he left. He wasn’t sure if it was because she was the first girl he had been with in so long or if it was her, but damn, he really fucking liked her. Her body was amazing clothed, but she was a fucking showstopper naked.
She had a tight little body, mouthwatering tits, hipbones that cried to be kissed, and a * that a man could eat for days. She had tattoos, a tree that took up her whole back, stars on her hipbones, and small black birds along her ribs. He loved tattoos on girls and boy, did he love them on her. He couldn’t get enough and the only reason he stopped was because he couldn’t hold off any longer. He had wanted to come in her for weeks. When he entered her, lights went off behind his eyes. She had been so tight, so perfect, and he wanted more. A lot more.
Kissing down her throat, he nibbled at her collarbone before meeting his mouth to hers. She kissed like a dream, a sweet mouth that he wanted to drink from like a thirsty man in the desert. She wasn’t joking when she said she gave good head; he was surprised he didn’t rocket off the couch the way she was sucking him. God, she was a dream. How did this happen? How did he miss out on this for so long? She had been in arms’ reach for years, and he kept passing her up when he could have been enjoying her.
Moving her hands into his hair, he moaned against her lips as his cock twitch to life. Biting her lip, he smiled as she pulled away. He reached up, moving her hair out of her face, so that he could see her beautiful eyes. They were such a light brown, almost honey. Framed with dark lashes and makeup that made them shine, she was honestly the most gorgeous woman he had ever been with. Smiling down at him, she leaned back, sitting back on his thighs as she leaned against the cushions of the couch, still watching him. He reached out, moving his finger along her nipple, loving the way she looked at him.
Looking down at where his finger moved along her nipple, she placed her hand on his, stopping him as she looked back down at him. When her eyes met his, he knew something was up. The lust and want that was there before was gone.
Biting into her lip, she cleared her throat before saying, “You know this is a one-time thing, right?”
Phillip cleared his throat as he processed what she had just said. He wasn’t expecting that. He thought they’d fuck some more and then maybe talk about going out sometimes. She was putting the brakes on and, with the way her eyes were set on his, he knew there was no stopping her.
Nodding his head, he put on a carefree smile before saying, “Yeah, I’m good, believe me. We got this out of our system; we should be good, right?”
“Oh totally, I got my fill. I’m good.”
“Awesome, me too,” he said, nodding and feeling completely awkward.
“This is awkward. I hate awkward.”
Phillip laughed.
“I do too; I haven’t ever had a girl tell me that. Usually, I’m the one doing the telling.”
She smiled as she shrugged her shoulders.
“I’m emotionally unavailable and, with everything that is going on with you and then all the connections between us, this is such a bad idea. We probably shouldn’t have done this.”
She was right but still, he couldn’t help but think they could give it a shot.
What?
Mentally smacking himself, he thanked God for this girl. She was giving him a free pass; he didn’t have to worry about a clingy girl trying to get him to be her husband. Reese was giving him an out, a free lay. Was he stupid? Who questions that?
“No one will know about this,” he assured her. He didn’t know why he said that, but he felt like she needed to know that.