Get a grip, she steels herself and jabs her finger on the illuminated white button, before she can change her mind and run away.
She hears two sets of footsteps inside the house, one is obviously John’s, so the other must be Brian’s. She turns her head to the driveway and looks at the black Jeep, all pimped out with surf racks and roll bars.
That so fits him, Elsie thinks, looking at the Jeep Wrangler and easily envisioning Brian in it. She can see him driving down the beach with the top off, his surfboard strapped to the racks, and music blaring. He’d have his sunglasses on and his blonde hair blowing in the wind, with that wicked smile on his face.
Her Beetle is parked next to it, her gaze shifts to it and she smiles. She loves her car.
The door opens wide and John is standing in the doorframe, his body completely filling it.
Elsie’s eyes widen at the sight of him. His bare chest is glistening in the falling light of the early evening as his nipple bars reflect the porch light. The cool night air on his skin causes his nipples to tighten even more. His midnight black hair is loose and falls gently across his shoulders. A pair of very old, very soft Levi’s are hanging low on his hips, below the cut V of his abdomen and revealing his very delectable happy trail. It’s obvious he’s owned them awhile. They look like a favorite pair of jeans, the ones that fit you so comfortably they’ll have to fall apart before you throw them away. It looks like these are on their way out, because they’re shredded in the knees and are starting to show threads in the thighs.
Elsie tries speak, but her throat has gone dry. She swallows and tries again.
“Um, nice outfit,” she grunts.
John laughs, “They’re my favorites, thanks. Come in Angel, it’s good to see you,” he steps aside and opens the door wider for her to enter.
Elsie steps through the door and John closes it behind her.
“Come here,” he says huskily, slipping his hand around her waist and pulling her close.
Holy fuck!
She looks at him, her eyes searching his face as her tongue slips out and slides across her lips. He lowers his mouth, a breath away from hers, and strokes her lips with his tongue. She lets out a soft gasp and he takes that opportunity to probe her further, sliding his tongue over her teeth, along their edges. He pushes into her mouth, more demanding, consuming her, his tongue tasting and devouring her.
He releases her mouth and moves to her ear.
“I’ve been waiting for this night all week, Elsie. We’re going to give you what you’ve always wanted but never knew.”
“Oh, John, I have no doubt of that,” she says softly, looking at him deeply, without a question in her mind.
He smiles at her. She can see the hunger in his eyes, but there’s also sincerity, gentleness, strength, and unleashed power reflected there.
It sends a shiver of anticipation through her, knowing she is going to be at the receiving end of everything in him.
Elsie tentatively walks further inside. She realizes that her senses are heightened. She’s listening for all of the sounds, her eyes are searching for any movements and her nose catches a whiff of lavender. She can also smell…pizza. Yum!
She stops and turns, waiting for John to lead the way.
“We thought you’d be hungry when you finished on set, so Brian brought Pizza,” John explains, taking her hand and leading her into the living room.
“Are you kidding me? I’m starved,” she says excitedly.
They walk into the living room, the lights are dim and there’s light jazz playing in the background.
“I hope Papa John’s is ok with you. I wasn’t sure what you like so there’s cheese and meat lover’s pizzas and I also picked up a chocolate chip cookie pizza and an apple pie for dessert,” Brian smiles at her as he gets up from the couch to walk towards her. “How’s work been this week?”
“Really good,” Elsie answers him absently.
Elsie wasn’t really paying attention to what Brian had said, because she’s too busy staring at him.
He’s half naked as well, but he’s wearing a pair of black board shorts and nothing else. His nipple hoops are calling out to Elsie, begging her to take them between her teeth. The muscles ripple beneath his golden skin, with each of his steps, sinewy and sleek. Brian steps behind her. He is the epitome of perfection and beauty in a man. Just the thought of him wanting her, taking her, doing all of those deliciously naughty things to her, makes her quiver inside and out.
“Here, Baby Girl, let me help you with your jacket,” he murmurs quietly, close to her ear.
“Thank you,” she says, almost choking on the words.
I’m never going to make it through tonight if I don’t get a grip, she chastises herself as arousal begins to flare up inside her again, it’s still lingering, from John’s kiss.
His hands reach around to her front and start to unzip her hoodie, grazing her already sensitive breasts through her clothes. His breath is warm on her neck. Her head instinctively falls to the side, wanting to feel his touch on her skin.
His tongue slides along the side of her neck, up then down. He peels her jacket off while maintaining contact with her body, his front to her back, and she leans into him. His tongue dips into the hollow of her collarbone and the light silky touch makes her gasp. He takes the bone between his lips and slides his tongue over its ridge while his hands clasp her sides, holding her firmly in place. A moan
