Falling Down(42)

"Oh, no worries, Lucy. I know that."
I raise my brows. "You do?"
"I do. If it was the whole crush thing, you'd be immobilized, unable to speak let alone kiss me. You'd do the shy schoolgirl thing which is hot in its own way, but I prefer the grown up Lucy for our date tonight."
He's just too sweet and he knows entirely too much. He keeps touching me. Little touches. Sexy touches. Seductive touches.
He leans in and places a kiss on my jaw, then another, and another. He works his way back to my lips and kisses one edge, then the other before trailing his tongue across my lower lip.
"Mmm. Strawberry. I've never come across a lip gloss that tasted like anything other than flavored wax until yours." He runs his tongue along my upper lip and I can't hold back the moan. My eyes drift shut and my hands grip his shoulders, pulling him closer.
His tongue slowly, teasingly slides between the seam of my lips, asking for entrance and I grant it willingly. Oh my God. My heart is going to beat out of my chest.
His tongue thrusts into my mouth meeting mine, tangling with mine, moving in and out. He slides both hands into my hair, threading his fingers through, pulling me to him. My arms wrap around his neck as I lean into him and he lets out a groan.
He breaks the kiss and trails kisses along my jawline again.
"Jesse," it comes out as a breathy whisper.
"Mmm," is his reply. He presses one soft, lingering kiss against my lips then pulls back. His gaze meets mine and I can't look away. Our breathing is ragged and I know I'd like nothing more than to take that shirt and those pants off of him and have my way with him right here, right now.
His thumb glides around my lips, removing the smeared lip gloss. I grin and reach up to his lips.
"Not my shade?" he asks.
"Ha. Not really. I think a pretty pastel pink would be more your color."
"I know something pink that's my color," he says with a wink.
I gasp. I can't believe he just said that--or that it's totally turning me on when he talks like that. As I wipe his lips clean of my lip gloss he reaches up and slips off my sunglasses.
"I need to see you."
He crooks his finger at me, coaxing me closer. I lean forward, my ear right up to his lips.
"I want nothing more than to strip that f*cking sexy as hell dress off your body and see what you've got on underneath. Then I want to take off your bra, your panties, your shoes, and I want to kiss my way down your body, spread your legs wide so I can see how pretty your * is. Next I'll run a finger up your slit to see how wet you are. I bet you're wet as f*ck right now, aren't you?"
I am so turned on right now that I'm dripping, so yeah, but I don't respond. His fingers tighten in my hair slightly. I'm having trouble breathing, my body nearly shaking. I want him so much, the excitement, the anticipation.
"Aren't you, Lucy."
I nod.
"Mmm, I thought so. That's f*cking hot."
He pulls back and meets my gaze. His hand makes way up my thigh, under my skirt. He grins when he comes across the garters.
"Nice."
I let out a breathy sigh when his finger slides against the outside of my lace panties. When he presses it harder against me, I can't hold back the moan that slips past my lips. Thank God for privacy screens in limos.
When he slips his finger underneath the edge of my panties I gasp and grab his shirt in my tight fists. He slowly sides it inside me, a little at a time.
"How does that feel?"
I hope he's not expecting me to answer at this point, especially when he slips a second finger in and his thumb starts circling my clit.
"Fuck, Lucy, you're so tight."
"Ah," I say breathily, "It's been a while."