“Yes, and I appreciate the fundraiser more than you know,” I say with my back to him while turning on the Keurig. “It was a great turnout.”
“Four-hundred and twelve,” Cannon says.
“What’s four-hundred and twelve?” I turn to ask him with my arms crossing over my chest. Only when I’ve done it do I remember my coat is open and it makes my tits nearly spill out the top of the dress. Cannon’s drunk eyes notice too.
“People,” he replies. “That’s how many people came. You didn’t expect that, did you?”
“No, but that’s great.” I knew there had been a ton of people, as I had talked to most of them.
“You think you’re too good for me. And you are,” he says when he comes closer, slapping a hand down on the counter on either side of my hips to cage me in or hold himself upright, I’m not sure which.
“I don’t think that,” I whisper to him since Jake is just in the other room watching us.
Cannon suddenly releases the counter to cup both sides of my face. “You wouldn’t even let me kiss you on the mouth. I don’t have herpes or anything else. I’m clean.”
I have to fight back my smile at that statement before I cover his hands with mine and tell him, “I never thought you were dirty.”
His glassy, blue eyes watch me, and then he grins. “Oh, I can be dirty, very, very dirty.”
When he leans forward like he’s going to brush his lips over mine, I turn my head and he gets my cheek instead. I’m afraid of what I might do if he kissed me. Besides, we have an audience.
“See,” he grumbles. But that small rejection doesn’t seem to bother drunk Cannon all that much. His lips make a trail from my cheek to my ear and down the side of my neck, sort of like the reverse order of earlier tonight. And just like before, my body reacts even though I wish it didn’t.
“You regret what we did earlier,” his mouth says against my skin, making my eyes close on a gasp. And at this second, I’m thankful that his body is big enough to block my reaction at least from Jake. “I only have one. No two. Two regrets,” Cannon tells me before his hand slips to the back of my head so his mouth can come back up to my ear, tickling me in the best way to make me squirm. “I wish I had tasted you,” he whispers. “And then I wish I had fucked you.”
“Why didn’t you?” I ask and then instantly wish I could take the question back.
Cannon’s mouth freezes, and then he looks at me for a second before dropping his face against my shoulder. His body shakes, and then I hear his laughter. Great, now he’s laughing at me. I push against his chest, but he doesn’t move. Finally, he lifts his head and whispers loudly, “There wasn’t any time!” He lowers his voice a little more but not low enough that Jake probably doesn’t hear. “I almost came in my pants, Madison. Me! How fucking embarrassing is that?”
My jaw drops in understanding. “So you…that’s why…”
“Yes!” he exclaims loudly with a vigorous nod of his head. “Let me make it up to you.”
Before I can say another word, Cannon drops to his knees on the kitchen floor, and I’m not sure if he fell down or meant to do it until I feel his hands sliding up my thighs under my coat. I grab them to stop them from going further.
There’s movement from the living room, Jake coming toward us, probably because he thought Cannon fell. The brush of his lips on my inner thigh makes my knees so weak that I almost fall before I let go of Cannon’s hands to slap mine on the counter to brace myself. I didn’t realize I had even closed my eyes until they blink open and Jake is standing across from us in the kitchen. “Get out, Jake!” I yell at him.
“Ah, yes, ma’am,” he agrees before he walks backward several steps and then turns to jog toward the door. I don’t breathe until I hear the front door open and close again. Then it’s like a weight is lifted off my shoulders and I can finally let go, to savor Cannon’s damp lips and wet tongue making its way slowly but surely up a little higher, then a little higher.
I should stop him. I know I should. And I will.
In all my nearly thirty years, I’ve never wanted a man’s mouth between my legs before. It’s too intimate to have their face so close to that part of my body.
Yet, for some reason, I don’t tell him to stop. No, I can barely keep myself from reaching down to push Cannon’s face exactly where I want it. No, where I need it so badly I may die without it.
When he keeps teasing me, I finally give in and thread my fingers on each hand through his fine, blond hair and urge him to kiss me in a very specific place. I hear Cannon’s masculine chuckle as his warm breath breezes over my most private part and through the lace of my panties. His tongue swipes over the entire lacy crotch, pushing up into my body, and I cry out.
Cannon’s hands and my own are suddenly frantic, pushing up my dress and getting my panties down my legs. They’re still around my ankles when his tongue runs through my folds the first time. He does it several more times, as if parting me open, and then he flicks the tip against my entrance, then shoves deep, as deep in me as he can go with his nose pressed to my pelvis.
“Oh my God, Cannon!” I moan as his tongue swirls and lashes inside me until my knees do give out and my elbows on the counter are
