Her hips moved, humping and pushing against my mouth, and her thighs trembled as her ass left the seat. She was close. She’d responded quickly and effortlessly, and she’d clearly forgotten all about whatever part of herself she thought was missing.
Nothing was missing from her. She was warm, she was delicious, her scent was incredible, and she needed to be fucked desperately … even if she wasn’t quite ready for it yet. She was perfect. And she came hard as her back arched and her head fell back. The sound of her release sent pulses of tingling warmth through my body, and as she came down, twitching and trembling as she fought to relax, I let my tongue roll gently over her skin.
When she was finally relaxed back into the seat and running her fingers through my hair, I dropped my forehead to her belly, inhaling deeply and soaking in the scent of her arousal. I could get high on it, and there was little doubt I was.
“I remember your taste.” I let my lips move against her belly as I rested my forehead there. Her fingers paused. That had brought her up short. It didn’t surprise me that it would. Mixing what happened then with what we were doing now was like mixing vinegar and bleach. It was a toxic combination. But I didn’t mean for it to be, and I wasn’t going to be dissuaded from making my point.
I lifted my head, resting my chin to her stomach. “I remember,” I repeated. “Have you ever seen those yellow flowers early in spring? They bloom even through the snow sometimes.”
She nodded.
“Your taste, your scent, the warmth of your body… It was like this beautiful thing that didn’t belong there in the cold, but it was there, and it was still just as beautiful as it could be.”
Her fingers stroked again, and it wasn’t until I sat up a minute later that they stopped and slipped from me. She righted her posture, pushing her skirt down and smoothing it over her lap demurely, and the side of my lip pulled up as I glanced at her.
Perfect.
Chapter Twenty-Four
Helene
He held my hand as we walked through the large cavernous store, and when we stopped in the long aisle of flooring and tile, he rested his hand on the back of my neck, his middle finger stroking forward and backward as he looked. All I could think about was sex—sex with him. Me thinking about sex… Yeah, that was new.
“Do you like this?”
“Yes,” I breathed the response out quietly before I realized he was referring to a neutral colored travertine tile in front of us and not what his fingers were doing to my neck.
He leaned over and kissed the side of my neck as he chuckled. “Yes to the tile, or yes you’re ready to wrap those delicate little fingers around my cock?”
I shivered for a moment, and then I forced my eyes to focus. I turned to him. “It’s a beautiful tile.”
He pulled me down the aisle as he laughed. “Always such a brat,” he commented over his shoulder.
I randomly flipped through a large display mounted book of carpet samples as he placed the order for the tile, and when he was finished there, we moved on to the trim. It took little time for him to pick out a wide white trim with a simple straight edge, and we breezed through the kitchen section so he could show me what cabinetry he’d already ordered a few weeks prior. It wasn’t until we were standing in front of a wall of cabinetry pulls that we slowed down again.
He pointed to an atrocious chrome pull that would be disastrous with the kitchen he’d picked out, and I snorted. He had to be kidding.
“What?” I asked incredulously. “Really? No.”
He smiled as he shrugged. “Have at it, dear.”
I touched the display knobs as he watched, and when I stopped at an antique looking crystal knob that would be perfect for the distressed off-white cabinets he’d ordered, I picked up one still in the plastic wrapping. Kane stepped up behind me, and he clutched my waist in his hands as he pulled my bottom back to his groin.
He was aroused and hard. I was starting to think it was his natural state. Or maybe he just wasn’t getting what he needed from me. He definitely wasn’t. His breath tickled the back of my ear as he leaned over my shoulder.
“It’s beautiful. Good choice. You can’t imagine how desperate I am to be inside you. Now tell me, is your * still wet from being licked?”
I glanced up and down the aisle. It was deserted, and I nodded.
“I can still taste you,” he whispered. “How about you kiss me, so I can show you just how delicious your cum is.”
I angled my head toward him, bringing my mouth close to his as he still leaned over my shoulder. “I’d rather touch you,” I whispered.
He exhaled deeply, and it trailed off in a warm hum as his fingers tightened on my waist and he pulled my bottom back to his body even harder.
“Well, if it isn’t Helene Hess herself,” came a friendly male voice. “And … Kane Thorson,” the voice continued with a hint of confusion.
We both looked up, taking a step away from each other.