Page 77 of Here & Now

Seventeen

All the pent-up desire she had for him bubbled up and out like a volcano erupting and spewing hot lava everywhere. “Kiss me,” she demanded.

He immediately complied, and his mouth covered hers in a sweet, warm rush. He tasted of wine, savory herbs, and sunshine, three of her favorite things.

As he deepened the kiss, she melted into him, and her limbs turned loose and languid. He leaned against the island, supporting her weight with his hard body.

She was suddenly glad she’d worn a dress and heels, as they made her feel sexy, and she suspected that he appreciated it too.

He pulled his lips away from hers, only to drag them down her neck. As he nuzzled, nibbled, and sucked the area between her neck and shoulder, his stubble gently grazed her skin.

She tipped her head back and moaned. Neck kisses were her favorite.

Seemingly bolstered by her reaction, he trailed kisses down to where her dress dipped and revealed a sliver of cleavage. Her chest heaved as he ran his tongue along the seam.

“Oh God,” she said.

He lifted his head and gazed at her. “Everything good?”

“No, everything’s great. Keep going!”

He chuckled and then continued the onslaught.

She’d read books where the characters had kitchen sex, and she’d questioned the logistics of it. Wouldn’t a bed be more comfortable than hard floors and countertops? Now that she was experiencing it firsthand, she understood the appeal.

His head was buried in her cleavage, and without looking, he reached up and started to pull down the straps of her dress.

Oh God. This is it. He’s about to see me naked, she thought, trying not to panic. The sundress had a built-in bra, so as soon as he peeled the straps down, there she’d be… And there she was!

He leaned back and stared at her bare breasts.

“Bree…”

He said it on a sigh, and she squirmed under his intense stare.

“You’re perfect,” he added. Then he cupped her breasts and flicked his thumbs over her taut nipples.

“Perfect” was not how she’d describe herself, but she wasn’t about to argue. Besides, she was distracted and mesmerized as he toyed with her breasts like they were the best ever.

Then he lowered his head to her left breast and sucked the nipple deep into his mouth. Her core clenched with anticipation. Soon after, he moved on to the right one, which felt even more sensitive.

She hadn’t had sex in so long that she’d forgotten how wonderfully consuming it was—with the right person.

While she’d been lost in thought, he’d slipped his hands underneath the back of her dress and begun caressing her bare thighs. Soon she’d be completely naked, but he was still dressed.

He popped his head up again and gazed at her with a heated expression. His lips were swollen from kissing her. “Should I keep going?”

“Don’t you want to?”

“Hell, yes, but I thought you might want to go somewhere more comfortable.”

“I’ve never had kitchen sex,” she said.

He grinned. “Is that what you want?”

She couldn’t remember the last time she’d been asked that. “What do you want?”

He gently traced her lips with his thumb. “I want to make you happy.”