Page 31 of Husband to Go
“We both got ourselves in this mess,” Kylie says a little absentmindedly. Suddenly, there’s a grating noise and she looks alarmed. Quickly, she pulls me down the hall and into the next available door. We end up in the men’s room, evident from the urinals lining the wall.
“Kylie, what’s wrong?” I ask. “It was probably just a janitor or something.”
“Shh!” she stays by the door, almost pressing her ear to the black slab. It’s like she’s waiting for something. I quickly skim my eyes around the bathroom and luckily no one’s in here but us.
The lock clicks behind me, and I turn to see Kylie turning around, her brown curls a bit mussed.
“This feels familiar,” I joke. Kylie rolls her eyes.
“I don’t want anyone to walk in.”
“Do weneedto stay in here? This is the men’s room sweetheart. It’s kind of gross.”
“Maybe just for a little bit,” she cautions. “But I heard someone, and I don’t want anyone to see us talking.”
“Talking, sweetheart?” I ask with one black brow raised. “I think we’ll be doing a lot more than that.”
Kylie’s mouth drops open with realization.
“Oh, hell no,” she says firmly. “We’re not doing that again.”
“Hellno, baby girl? So emphatic?”
“That’s not what I meant,” she waves her hands backtracking. “I mean it is what I mean, but not so seriously. Like, nothell, hell no, but no, we shouldn’t do this again,” her pace slows down as I move closer and closer to that curvy, trembling form.
“So, you’re saying I still have a chance?”
“Tanner,” she warns. But I see how flushed her cheeks are, and how her bosom heaves as I advance.
“Come on, Kylie. You didn’t come back here to talk to me on a whim. You must feelsomethingtoo.”
“Tanner,” she pleads. “Don’t do this.”
“Kylie,” I admonish. “You feel this between us too. Admit it.”
She takes in a long shaky breath.
“Yes, maybe, I feelsomething, but –”
That’s all I need to make my move. I pull Kylie into my arms and kiss her with all the passion in my heart. I need her to acknowledge this spark between us because it’s a once in a lifetime kind of thing. I don’t often fall head over heels for teenage girls, but there’s something about this one that drives me crazy.
I sense the moment her barriers fall. Hers arms wrap around my neck, pulling me closer and deeper into the kiss. Her body melts against mine as she moans into my mouth. My pants get uncomfortable, my dick straining against the tight fit. I growl into her mouth, needing more contact.
“Baby,” I rasp. She breaks our kiss and a smile spreads across her face. “What is it?” I ask.
“I like it when you call me baby,” she admits in a whisper. Her cheeks color, and looks away, lips trembling. I pick up her chin and turn her face upward, back towards me.
I don’t know what to say to that, so I kiss her again, slowly molding my lips to hers. Her mouth opens, inviting me in, and I take her up on it, intermingling our tongues.
Fingers stroke down my broad back as she sinks into my embrace.
“Mm, Tanner,” she sighs into my mouth. “But …”
Gently, I move away. It’s important to be patient, and I stare into her swirling caramel brown eyes.
“What is it, baby?” is my tender question as I stroke her curls. She angles her head into my palm for a moment before speaking again.
“Do you want to, I mean … ? We could … ?” She can’t finish a sentence, but it’s not hard to figure out where this is going.