The pink entered her cheeks. “That’s sweet.”
“And true. Don’t listen to him.”
“It doesn’t matter. I play for me—no one else.”
Prudence’s exceptionalities were making me more obsessed with her. She was a smart cookie who handled herself well. She loved others with her whole heart. I recalled our conversation from last week. She said she never wanted to be in a relationship again, and I wondered why. Was it because of her dad? But if I asked, she’d ask me the same question, and I couldn’t answer it. I kept it to myself.
“I want to know something about you.” She snuggled against my chest, light as a feather.
“I have an older brother and a younger sister.”
“Are you close?”
“For the most part.”
“How are your parents?”
“They’re well. And still together.” I rested my hand on her neck, feeling the faint pulse underneath. I loved it when women wore their hair down, but I loved seeing Prudence’s face more. I imagined a pair of golden earring tangling from her lobes, and her hair pulled back. It excited me. I decided to get her something beautiful for our evenings out.
“Can you tell me something personal?”
I tried to think of something I was willing to reveal. “After my sister was born, my mom became pregnant again. It was a boy, but when she gave birth, a complication happened and the baby died. His name was Deagan. I was too young to really understand the loss, but as I got older, it started to hurt. I should have another sibling.”
Her eyes softened when she looked at me, the sign of true empathy. Her hand rubbed my chest then she placed a gentle kiss on the corner of my mouth. “I’m so sorry.” The affection stung my heart. Just in that gentle and innocent kiss, I felt more emotion than ever before. People always said they were sorry, but they never meant it. Prudence was different. She carried the pain with me, truly feeling the same loss I did. I pushed the emotion back then dug my nails into her hair.
“It was a long time ago.”
“Time doesn’t heal all wounds.” She gave me a serious expression, her blue eyes shining bright. “Whoever said otherwise was stupid.”
A slight chuckle escaped my lips. “You’re right.”
She returned to my chest and wrapped her legs around mine. Within the hour, the sun disappeared. We were in complete darkness. The sound of the waves was the only reminder of where we were. A chill crept into the land, and her skin started to turn cold despite my best attempt of keeping her warm.
“Would you like to go inside?”
“Yeah.” She maneuvered out of the hammock then regained her balance. I came behind her then placed my hand on her hip. Together, we walked back inside my house. I turned on the lights but dimmed them low, keeping the romantic aura in the air.
When she crossed her arms over her chest and looked at the pictures on the walls, I knew she felt nervous. She knew what I wanted, but I couldn’t tell what she wanted. I poured two glasses of wine then sat on the couch.
“Want to watch TV?”
“Sure.” She came beside me then kicked her shoes off. I placed my hand on her thigh, wishing I could do more. We fell silent while he watched the screen. But I wasn’t paying attention to what was on. I only thought of Prudence, sitting beside me, looking gorgeous as hell. If I couldn’t sleep with her, I at least wanted to kiss her.
Eager for a taste, I guided her to the cushion then moved on top of her. There was no preamble so she gasped as I moved her. I hovered over her, putting my weight on my arms. I didn’t go in for the kill right away. Instead, I brushed my lips across hers, seeing what she’d do.
Her lips opened slightly, her tongue barely escaping. I took that as an invitation. As soon as my lips touched hers, excitement coursed through my body and my erection returned. It was throbbing, wanting to feel her wetness. I tried to ignore my desire and focus on her mouth, but she was making it pretty difficult.
Her fingers glided through my hair then down my neck. She touched me gently but was aggressive at the same time. Then her kiss started to change. She sucked my bottom lip and moaned quietly.
Damn, it was hot.
Her fingers trailed down my back, applying pressure to the skin. When she wrapped her legs around my waist, I knew her dress moved up. If I looked down, I’d see her underwear. I wondered what she was wearing, but I resisted the urge to take a peek.
She started to devour me, wanting all of me. Her moans increased as she touched me everywhere, feeling the muscles in my arms and chest. Her sexual excitement increased mine by tenfold. I loved the way she desired me. Whatever she wanted, I’d give to her. And more.
I moved off her then stood on the hardwood floor. She seemed confused by the abrupt ending, and her mouth was still parted slightly. I pulled my shirt off then tossed it on the floor. Her eyes immediately examined me, the desire a fiery inferno in her eyes. Her breathing increased slightly.
I unbuttoned my jeans then pulled them off. When I stood in my briefs, my bulge stuck out. It was hard to miss but I wasn’t embarrassed. I wanted her to understand exactly what I was offering.
She eyed the band of my waist, waiting for the grand finale. She gripped the couch while she waited. I was already hard as a rock but that somehow made me harder. I pulled them down, my cock springing out.
A quiet gasp escaped her mouth and she bit her lip. “Oh god…”
I was pleased with the response. A cocky grin covered my face as I kneeled down on the floor. She eyed me, watching everything I was doing. I grabbed her hips and pulled her to the edge of the couch. When I lifted her dress, I kissed her knees then her thighs. I showered her body with delicate kisses, wanting her to shake for me.
She grabbed my face and pulled it toward her own. But she didn’t kiss me. Instead, she stared into my eyes, looking right into me. Normally, she was the one who couldn’t hold my gaze because she was too nervous. But now it was my turn. The look made me feel things I never felt before. I was vulnerable, on display. But I held it anyway, not willing to back down in any context.
She finally broke it then placed her hands on my chest. Her fingers dug into me. “I want to play with you.”
I didn’t know what she meant, but it made my cock twitch anyway.
Her fingers touched the lines separating my pectoral muscle from the muscle in my shoulders. She traced it then moved down my arms. She felt me everywhere, appraising every inch of me. I felt like a painting on display. My muscles were the marks from the brush, and the colors were my skin, heat, and blood.