BrickWall_Kobo by Steph

plan.
    “Do you want one?” he called back.
    “I’ll have wine. There’s an open bottle in the door, and glasses are in the cabinet next to the fridge.”
    He’d poured her a glass and had just opened his beer when he felt her come up behind him.
    Turning, he held her glass out…and nearly dropped the damn thing.
    He’d thought she looked amazing all dressed up but… Holy shit.
    She’d pulled her hair back in a ponytail that hung over her shoulder, washed off all her makeup, and wore a sweatshirt with the neck cut out over a tank top and a pair of yoga pants that clung to every curve.
    His fucking dick was gonna have the imprint of a zipper.
    Damn, he wanted to grab that hair and wrap it around his hand then he’d pull her close and kiss her until she melted against him. Then he’d lay her out on the bed and put his mouth between her legs.
    He’d wanted to go down on her two nights ago but they just hadn’t gotten around to it.
    Tonight, if she let him into her bed…
    As if she could read his mind, her cheeks turned pink and she swallowed hard.
    Her gaze flicked away from his as she took the wineglass out of his hand. “Thanks. I need this. I can’t believe—” She cut off with a grimace. “Sorry. I don’t mean to keep talking about what happened.”
    “I guess it’s better he called it off at the last second. Otherwise, she’d be stuck with the dick.”
    Her eyebrows rose as her lips curved. “You know, you’re absolutely right.” Then she started to laugh. “I’m really glad she didn’t marry that asshole. I just hope someday he realizes what he lost when he decided not to show up tonight. And I hope he regrets it for the rest of his life.”
    “You’re tough. I’d hate to get on your bad side.”
    Her nose wrinkled as she took a sip of her wine. “I’m really not. My family all think I’m a marshmallow.”
    Looking at her now, he could see why. Soft. She looked so damn soft, he wanted to curl his hand around her neck and pull her against him. Put his mouth over hers and let himself sink into the kiss.
    Something niggled at the back of his brain, but he ignored whatever it was trying to tell him.
    Especially because she was looking into his eyes with a heat he recognized from the last time they’d been alone together.
    His hand had moved before he realized. And when he grabbed the end of her ponytail and began to wind it around his palm, he knew why his lungs suddenly felt like he’d done a half hour of sprints.
    Because he was going to be inside her again.
    “I happen to love marshmallows.”
    Her lips parted and he took that as all the encouragement he needed.
    Setting his beer on the counter, he took the wineglass out of her hand and set it beside his beer.
    They could drink it warm later.
    Right now…
    He cupped her face in his hands, tilted her face up, and kissed her.
    He expected her to meet him halfway. He didn’t expect her to come at him with such unbridled lust.
    But damn, he appreciated it. Her enthusiasm released his own constraints.
    Wrapping his arms around her, now that his mouth had engaged hers in a deep, wet kiss, he pulled her against him. Her pelvis flattened against his, rubbing against his hard-on in a way that let him know she was with him all the way.
    His dick got even harder and jerked against her as she wriggled against him.
    Fuck.
    He tore away from her mouth so he could look into her eyes. “Fast and hard first time. I promise I’ll make you come. Slower the second time.”
    Her cheeks went red but her eyes burned as she nodded.
    “Absolutely.”
    Her hands were at his waistband in the next second while his grabbed the sides of her yoga pants and shoved them down her hips. He covered her mouth again, his tongue sinking into her mouth and rubbing against hers.
    Then she pulled down his zipper and wrapped her hands around his dick.
    Holy fuck.
    She immediately started to stroke him as she wriggled her hips while he pushed her stretchy pants farther down