True Bliss (Bliss #2)(29)
Author: B.J. Harvey

“So how did you go from avoiding him, to agreeing to go out on a date with him? Hon, I knew you were hot for Zan that night. And to be honest, you couldn’t find a nicer, more thoughtful guy.”

“Really?”

“Of course, would I lie to you?”

I giggle. “No, you’d just fail to tell me that the guy I threw myself at was moving in with me.”

“In my defense, I didn’t know because neither of you guys told me that you’d almost boned,” she says.

“We didn’t almost bone. I offered, he declined. He said I was worth more than a quick lay. Oh shit, sorry!”

“Hon, we were never anything more than a series of quick lays, I’m good,” she says, laughing. “But now you have to tell me. You’re going on a date with Zander. When and where?”

“I don’t know where, but today. He says he’s going to show me what a proper date is like, so I need your help. What do I wear?”

“Well that I can help you with. Show off your legs, boobs and curves. How about that pretty yellow sundress you bought on our last shopping spree. It’s perfect!”

“Yes! God, I miss you. So glad you’re only a phone call away,” I say with a smile.

“Always, hon. Never doubt it,” she replies.

“Okay, well give that belly a rub for me. We’re still on for Wednesday?”

“The ultrasound? Of course. Me, my baby daddy, and my whale belly will be there. But text me later and tell me how the date went, okay?” Mac has taken to calling her baby ‘the whale belly’ because, in the past two weeks, she has suddenly gotten really big.

“Of course. Love you.”

“Love you more. And hon, relax and have fun,” she says before ending the call.

That I can do.

Zander

She looks up at me, and those beautiful blue eyes of hers are suddenly darker, more alluring and full to the brim with desire. My eyes drop to her mouth as she bites her lip and my self-restraint snaps. I grab her hand and pull her hard into my body as I kiss her deeply. My tongue invades hers like I’m a parched traveler lost in the desert and she is the oasis of my dreams. All I can think about is indulging myself in her body, taking whatever she’s willing to give and giving her everything I have.

I wrap an arm around her waist, making sure she can feel every inch of what she’s doing to me. Her arms drape around my neck, her hands tangle in my hair, tightening and releasing.

Taking a few steps forward, I encourage her to move with me. When I feel the kitchen island with my arm, I put both hands on her sexy as hell hips and I hoist her up onto the counter with ease, placing her ass right on the edge. Now that we’re at the same height, I waste no time in slamming my mouth back onto hers. I run my hands up her soft body from her hips, gliding past her waist until I cup her br**sts, taking their weight in my hands. I run my thumbs over her hard ni**les that are straining against her bra. God, I want to taste them, taste her. I move my mouth down her neck, nipping and sucking my way down until I place a kiss at the hollow of her throat, causing her to whimper.

Her hand trails down from my chest, underneath my waistband to my aching cock. It throbs in her hand as her fingers wrap around the shaft and start stroking up and down. Groaning loudly, I continue kissing my way back up her neck, back to her lips, tangling my tongue with hers while one of my hands grips her fire-red hair, holding her close to me as I devour her mouth. Her hand fists my c**k harder, with more determination. She’s telling me what she wants with her touch and her strong grip and increasing speed, telling me she wants everything from me, soon.

I reach a hand down between her legs and stroke her pu**y through her damp cotton panties. From the wetness I’m feeling, I can tell she’s into this as much as I am. She wants this, and she wants me. I rub faster and her hand grips tighter. I feel my climax building deep down in my balls as I growl into her mouth. She pulls away and cries out in my ear just as my c**k jerks into her hand, and I come harder than I ever have in my life. Her thighs squeeze together, trapping my hand against her pulsing pu**y as she screams her orgasm out into the empty house.

I wake up with a shudder and a wet stomach. Holy crap. I’ve just had my first wet dream in, like, eight years. What is that about? I lie back, running my fingers through my hair as my heart rate calms down. The dream was hot, though. And better yet, Kate was the main attraction.

Bring on date one, two, and three because if the real Kate is as feisty and up for it as my dream Kate is, we’re going to have a lot of fun.

Chapter 16: “Little Things”

KATE

I wait in bed until I hear Zander go into the bathroom and turn the shower on-that definitely got the mind wandering-then off again a short while later before walking down the hallway. When I know it is safe, I dart in the bathroom, brush my teeth and make my hair a bit more manageable-if you haven’t had naturally curly hair before, in the mornings, things are crazy! One final check in the mirror to make sure I’m looking approachable and kissable, then I check my bed attire in the mirror one last time before venturing out into the living area.

“Morning, babe.”

Tingles. Down there. Don’t think I’ll ever get used to that.

“Hi,” I reply meekly, unable to look at him. I pad over to the coffeemaker, and reach up on my toes to grab a mug from the overhead cabinet.

“Damn.” I hear him growl from behind me. I stand level again and turn around, catching Zander’s eyes zeroed in on my stomach.

“What?” I ask, confused.

“Warn me when you’re going to do that again.”

“Do what?” I’m still lost.

“Reach up and show me even a peek at what you’re hiding under that top. A guy can only take so much, babe.”

I look down at my stomach, which despite my curves, is still surprisingly flat, and realized that my top must have ridden up. “Oh, shit. Sorry,” I say, my cheeks flaming bright red.

I turn quickly to pour my coffee, and to hide my embarrassment, when I hear him get up and walk behind me. He places his hands on my hips, his fingers only slightly squeezing me. His lips are by my ear again.

Clean up, aisle seven. He really has a thing about whispering into my ear.

“I hope you’re blushing because you’re flattered, Kate. I’m trying really hard to be the gentleman my mom raised me to be which means not kissing the shit out of you in your kitchen when you’re still waking up and haven’t had your morning coffee yet. Which…” one hand leaves my hip and reaches around, grabbing the coffee mug out of my hand and placing it on the kitchen counter in front me, “you’ll find, is already poured and waiting for you.” He kisses my cheek as I stand there, unable to breathe.