This is part 22 of secret admirer. ♥ (Finally…)

[Previously posted: part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6, part 7, part 8, part 9, part 10, part 11, part 12, part 13, part 14, part 15, part 16, part 17, part 18, part 19, part 20, part 21]

part 22.

“Hi, beautiful.” He took a step back to let me in.

“Greg…” I took the flowers he offered and held them between us. “Thank you…” I took a step closer to him. I wanted a kiss but he was not letting me have one. He backed away with a devilish look in his eyes and smiled at his own teasing… and my impatience.

“I have something else for you…”

“Is it a kiss? Because I really want one…”

“Just one?”

My God, that smile… “No.” I leaned closer to him. “Not just one…” I wanted that kiss. I wanted all of the kisses. But he wanted to tease me.

He snuck a cup between us. “This is for you…” I sighed with my own little smile and took the smoothie from him.

I kept my eyes on his as I lifted the cup. But his gaze turned down to watch my mouth. I poked my tongue out and slowly licked the straw until I wrapped my lips around it and took a sip. And I loved that it drove him mad.

“Mm… delicious…” But he will taste better.

I moved closer to him but again he stepped back. Torture… His smile made me blush. I held his eyes with mine as I approached… blindly resting the flowers on the counter… then the smoothie beside them. Still he smiled as he backed right into the wall. No more teasing. Maybe.

When I reached him, I rested my hands on his chest. And I leaned in to kiss him. But as desperately as I wanted that kiss, he deserved a little teasing, too. It was only fair. I smiled and stopped just shy of his mouth.

“Amy…” His voice was soft and deep and I could feel his breath on my lips. And it was almost impossible for me to keep from kissing him. Almost.

I lifted a finger to his lips and stopped him from saying anything more. “Shh…” Oh, now he was dying for the kiss. I slowly dragged my finger across his lips. “I want to ask you something…”

“Ask me…”

“Will you go out with me?”

“On a real date?”

“Yes…” God, he makes me smile.

“Yes… Amy… of course I will…” He gently touched my face, sweetly tucking my hair behind my ear. “Later…”

I smiled for a moment, but we were both done with our delicious torture. He took my face in his hands and his mouth finally took mine. At first, slow and soft and sweet. But then deep and intense and hungry. My hands on his chest grabbed his shirt, clutching it in my fists as we devoured each other. He turned us around and ran his touch down my body from my neck along my sides to my hips. When he lifted me, my legs wrapped around his waist and my fingers dove into his hair.

I reluctantly took my mouth from his and mumbled his name. With a soft moan, he burned a path of sweet kisses from my lips to my neck. When he slipped a hand under my shirt, his warm touch melted everything inside me. He felt a shiver run through me and only then did his kisses stop.

“Amy…” His hot breath set my skin on fire. “You are wearing far too much clothing…”

“Oh, honey, so are you.”

I brought my lips to his neck and kissed him there, teasing him, tasting him. I found his ear and let my tongue play with it, licking and sucking… and adoring his reaction. His hold on me tightened and he carried me to his bedroom. The moment my feet hit the floor, I grabbed his shirt and pulled it off him. But when he grabbed my shirt, he took his time peeling it from me. He dropped it and without taking his eyes from mine, he slipped a finger under the strap of my bra. Slowly, he dragged it down my arm. And I was sure I would never breathe normally again.

He leaned to me and kissed me in the curve of my neck – in that perfect spot where my neck and my shoulder meet. His sweet, lingering kisses followed my bra strap down my arm. My hands held his head, tugging on his hair… not hard enough to hurt him, but hard enough for him to know how desperate I was to have him. And he responded. His whispers… his moans… and his arm reaching around me and unhooking my bra.

After that, I only remember a blur of touching and kissing… and clothes dropping to the floor. But when he took my hands in his and backed up to his bed, pulling me with him, nothing was blurry.

“Greg…” My voice was no more than a whisper. I took one of my hands from his and lifted it to his face. I smiled and slowly ran a finger across his lips. “Your mouth is perfect… delicious… irresistible.” Maybe he was going to speak, but I stopped him. My lips touched his… softly, gently toying with him. But he wanted more… craved more.

“Amy… my God…” He tucked his hand under my hair onto my neck and pulled my head to his. Our foreheads resting against each other, his eyes fiery and intense, he spoke beautiful words. “I want every part of you. Every warm, sweet, delicious part of you…”

My thumb grazed his cheek before I slid my hand down to his chest. “Good… because I am yours.”

To be continued…

This post is part 22.
Previously posted: part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6, part 7, part 8, part 9, part 10, part 11, part 12, part 13, part 14, part 15, part 16, part 17, part 18, part 19, part 20, part 21.

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