Page 40 of Accidental Blind Date

“I don’t know if you should be,” she goes on as my mouth makes its way down her neck, indulging in the soft spot next to her collarbone.

“I don’t really care what I should be doing right now. All I care about is this. I can’t stop thinking about this.”

Libby moans as I grip her ass and press my lips to the swell of her breasts at the same time. “We could not and say we did…” she murmurs. But we both know that’s not what we want.

I pull away just enough to look at her. “And what would be the fun in that?”

Before she can answer, I clip my hands inside the waistline of her leggings and give them a good tug. I know the force needed to tackle stubborn leggings, a clothing invention designed to make men’s lives difficult. But even Lululemon is no match for my hunger right now and they slide off her legs with ease.

Then I lift her up and set her on one of the ladder rungs. My mouth melts over hers once more, enough to engage in the moment again, enough to make her whimper into my mouth and to loosen her muscles, her knees parting as I step in between them.

When I pull away, I bend down. She is just high enough that If I come to my knees, my face is right where it needs to be to rock her world. Pussy level.

I growl as I breathe her in, hot and bothered and sweet. “I swear to god, Libby. Why do you wear things like this?” I ask, running my finger inside the seam of her hot pink panties.

“Because it makes me feel sexy,” she whispers, her knees spread wide in want.

“You are fucking sexy,” I assure her. “You know that right?”

“I…I mean…” she stutters and I realize she is still the same girl from the blind date. Except now, I have context. She was hurt by a man who she loved and trusted. A man who didn’t know her worth and made sure she knew that. And guessing by her stuttering, she still believes his lies.

Well, not on my watch.

I kiss the insides of her thighs and Libby grips the sides of the ladder.

“Has anyone ever told you how gorgeous you are?” I ask as my lips slowly make their way inward. The amount of self control it’s taking not to simply devour her like a fucking vampire is unreal. But I want her to enjoy this. I want it to be about her. I want it more than I’ve wanted anything in a long time.

“Covergirl maybe?” she jokes.

I run my thumb over her wet mound in response and she moans again.

“Has anyone said it and meant it? Because you are stunning, Libby. Every last inch of you.”

With that, I hook my finger inside her panties and tug them aside.

“You drive me wild,” I go on, my mouth close enough to her that I know she can feel the heat of it. “And I want you to feel that.”

“What if we get caught?” she asks.

“By who?”

“People walking by. The lights are on. They can see.”

“So let them watch,” I answer, my dick hardening at the idea of it.

“What about the security cameras?” she asks, running her hand through my hair. Her fingernails scratch my scalp, making every nerve in my body ignite.

“Wipe them,” I grit out.

I press my lips softly to her and she jolts, as if I used a defibrillator. With that I grin.

“Fuck, baby. You’re so wet for me.”

“So stop teasing me,” she begs.

“Am I teasing you?” I ask before running just the tip of my tongue up about down the length of her.

She moans again, her back arching against the ladder. There’s no way this is comfortable. There’s also no way I am going to stop. “Fuck me…” she whines.