" Why are you single? There isn't exactly a surplus of eligible men in town. The single women must be throwing themselves at you."
I realized that comment was a mistake pretty much the second after it was out of my mouth. Because his smile went wicked; his eyes danced. I knew exactly what was going to follow.
"Think I'm hot shit, huh?" he asked, leaning back in his chair, looking way too self-satisfied.
"I mean... by small town standards," I shrugged, hoping I was coming off as casual and collected plates to bring to the kitchen.
I had scraped the plate and was standing at the sink running water over it when I suddenly felt his entire body press up behind mine, making my hips push against the cabinet as my breath whooshed out of me.
I hadn't even heard him follow me in.
But there he was, touching me from feet to shoulder.
One of his hands moved out and settled on my hip, fingers pressing into the hipbone hollow as his other hand slid gently up my arm and brushed my hair from one side of my neck to the other.
Before I could guess his intention, I felt his lips press in to the column of my neck, making my entire body do a shiver at the unexpected contact that shot from the touch to directly between my legs.
My head tipped to the side, giving him more access as his mouth moved slowly upward, the hint of his tongue tracing over the skin he kissed as I shamelessly leaned back into him. His arm on my hip slid across my lower belly, anchoring me to him as his lips went around my earlobe, his tongue tracing the outer edge and ripping an almost pained moan from between my lips.
My skin felt electric, buzzy, humming, begging for more of the sensation.
But he wasn't in the mind to give it to me.
Instead, his lips left my skin entirely and I felt the side of his face press into my hair. When he spoke, his voice low and rumbling, causing another rush of desire so strong it was borderline painful; his breath was warm on my ear. "By small town standards, how wet are your panties right now? "
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I realized that comment was a mistake pretty much the second after it was out of my mouth. Because his smile went wicked; his eyes danced. I knew exactly what was going to follow.
"Think I'm hot shit, huh?" he asked, leaning back in his chair, looking way too self-satisfied.
"I mean... by small town standards," I shrugged, hoping I was coming off as casual and collected plates to bring to the kitchen.
I had scraped the plate and was standing at the sink running water over it when I suddenly felt his entire body press up behind mine, making my hips push against the cabinet as my breath whooshed out of me.
I hadn't even heard him follow me in.
But there he was, touching me from feet to shoulder.
One of his hands moved out and settled on my hip, fingers pressing into the hipbone hollow as his other hand slid gently up my arm and brushed my hair from one side of my neck to the other.
Before I could guess his intention, I felt his lips press in to the column of my neck, making my entire body do a shiver at the unexpected contact that shot from the touch to directly between my legs.
My head tipped to the side, giving him more access as his mouth moved slowly upward, the hint of his tongue tracing over the skin he kissed as I shamelessly leaned back into him. His arm on my hip slid across my lower belly, anchoring me to him as his lips went around my earlobe, his tongue tracing the outer edge and ripping an almost pained moan from between my lips.
My skin felt electric, buzzy, humming, begging for more of the sensation.
But he wasn't in the mind to give it to me.
Instead, his lips left my skin entirely and I felt the side of his face press into my hair. When he spoke, his voice low and rumbling, causing another rush of desire so strong it was borderline painful; his breath was warm on my ear. "By small town standards, how wet are your panties right now?" style="width:100%;margin:20px 0;"/>