My lipstick has disintegrated, but I don’t look half bad considering I haven’t looked in a mirror all night. My cheeks are flushed from happiness, eyes shining.
I can’t remember the last time I’ve been this excited about a guy. Outside in the kitchen I can hear he’s singing to himself, lyrics not memorized, and I smile as I brush away.
When I come out, Billy hands me a glass of white wine, knowing that’s what I’ve been drinking tonight.
“What is this?”
“Chardonnay.”
“Oh nice.”
“I don’t have sauvignon blanc.”
“I’m surprised you have this.”
“It was left over from Halloween. I have tons of bottles in my storage unit, but I keep some in the fridge just in case I have company.”
“How often do you have company?”
He clinks his whiskey-on-the-rocks to my long-stemmed wine glass with the cutest half-smile. “If I tell you, you’ll be unimpressed.”
“A lot?”
Laughter explodes as he says, “Not that kind of unimpressed!”
“Oh,” I smile. “Why?”
“My business has been put before all else lately. I have…correction, had…no interest in love. I like my life. I’m happy. It had to be someone pretty special for me to even pay attention.” He takes a sip and his eyes narrow as I drink my wine.
I can tell he’s wondering if he said too much. But I heard every word and it was just enough.
“Billy?”
“Hmm?”
I step closer and close my eyes. His lips are on mine in a heartbeat. We kiss our way to the counter, set our glasses down, lips locked the whole time. He picks me up and sets me next to the glasses as our mouths move on each other, tongues tying and untying. I moan into him and throw my arms around his neck as his hands dive under the dress I bought for the party. I’m wearing my favorite panties, but make a mental note that I need new ones because these are my only ones worth sharing.
He’s not the only one who wasn’t looking for love.
Did he say love?
He meant romance.
But he said love.
Are we on that path?
Is this what falling feels like?
I’ve forgotten.
Pulling from Billy’s kiss I look at him. “Thank you for the reminder.”
“Of what?”
“This.” We crash into a kiss that builds as both of his hands slide up my thighs. He touches my panties, the elastic around my hips, his tongue teasing mine.
He groans as his fingers discover I’m wet. The second he touches me, my pussy lights up. I’ve been dying for him to touch me there, on fire, so turned on I moan into his mouth and don’t even know it.
Billy pulls away, searches my eyes and I know what he’s thinking, so I reach for his pants and unbutton them. He throws his head back, then kisses me, grabs my hands, pulling them behind me as he unzips his pants with his free hand.
I’m panting into his open lips, the heat of his breath so incredibly delicious. He tears my panties down and I lift my hips to help, eager for penetration. Our gazes hook and hold as he unleashes his cock from his pants. I can’t see it over the folds of my dress that are pushed up between us. The mystery of feeling it first turns me into an aching mess of need. I close my eyes, moaning as I feel the tip of him pressing against my pussy.
He tricks me by pushing in a little, then pulling out to massage my clit with the head so slippery from me that it slides around my pussy and drives me crazy. I moan into his mouth, my volume growing as he continues to tease me like this, pressing inside me a moment, staying in just long enough to make me believe this is it, but then pulling out to tease my clit to distraction.
“Stop! I need it. Don’t make me…oh God… I’m cumming!” Overcome, I whimper as his slippery tip slides around the edges of the most private part of me. Everything is burning, the heat so divine I can’t even think anymore. Please fuck me. Please, please fuck me.
Did I say that aloud?
He lifts me up and plants me on his cock. The motion is quick and necessary. I cry out in hunger—it’s exactly what I need. Setting me back on the counter, Billy slowly slides his length in and out of me while our tongues dance. He leans back to look into my hooded eyes and rasp, “You’re so fucking tight.”
He pulls me close, and we kiss while he thrusts inside me. It’s as if we’re on the dance floor again only now we get to do what we wanted to that whole time.
The entire night we make out, make love, fuck like we never have before. I’m on top of him at around four in the morning and I feel the burning hum of another orgasm pressing at my core. “I’m going to cum, Billy.”
“I’m here with you,” he groans, his hands on my hips. Suddenly he sits up, grabs my head and says it again, “I’m here with you.”
We break free together, our bodies moving to a beat all their own. Finally we can sleep.
And dream.
And dream.
And dream.
CHAPTER 18
Billy
Haven directs me to her father’s house in Decatur, Georgia, voice stilted by anxiety.
I’m wearing a nice, brown sweater and black slacks since she warned me he’s a snob.
A suit was too much. I don’t wear suits. She was totally fine with that. She joked I should wear jeans and a t-shirt and he could just deal with it.
I vetoed that without a word.
I’m nervous, too, but since she’s so strung out it’s calmed me.
“You know what I’ve been thinking about?” I ask as we drive through the main
