More Than Her Page 14

I stared at her ass.

She started opening and closing the cupboards searching for something. She opened the pantry and her eyes went wide. "Holy Moly Batman, you got like, everything in here." She started picking up random things, looking at them quickly, then putting them back. "How do you have all this stuff?"

"My dad has a housekeeper come in twice a week to stock up," I told her, moving behind her and placing my hands on her waist. I kissed her bare shoulder; she tilted her head to the side. I started kissing her neck. "Ooh," she murmured, pulling out a packet of gummy bears.

I jumped to sit on the counter and watched as she opened the freezer, took out some ice cream, spooned it into a bowl, and then pulled the red gummy bears from packet and placed them in the ice cream.

"That's fucking disgusting."

She shrugged and picked up the bowl, then turned to face me. She froze, looking right at my chest, as if she'd forgotten that I didn't have a shirt on.

"What?" I smirked, inconspicuously popping my muscles.

Her gaze left my chest and lifted to my eyes, she bit her lip, her eyes half hooded. "I really want to get this ice cream and smear it all over your body, and then lick it off, really fucking slowly."

A strangled sound travelled out of my mouth before I could stop it.

This girl kept fucking surprising me—in a good way.

She sat down on the sofa and I sat next to her. "So only the red ones, huh?" I asked.

"Yeah." She finished chewing before she continued. "The others taste weird." Her nose scrunched.

Fuck, she was cute.

I jerked my head towards her bowl. "Okay, let me try it." My mouth opened, waiting.

Instead of giving it to me, she got a spoonful and put it in her mouth. Then her mouth was on mine and it was hot and cold at the same time. She pushed a gummy bear into my mouth with her tongue.

Ho. Lee. Fuck.

I swallowed. Then brought her mouth back to mine and kissed her. I couldn't stop fucking kissing her.

***

She stood up and started walking around the room. I watched her, waiting for my dick to calm itself down before I got up. She stood in front of the cd rack and started fingering the cases.

"Wow, you kind of listen to a bit of everything, huh?" She walked over to the iPad sitting on top of the floor speakers, turned the screen on and started tapping it. "You have all your music on iTunes as well?"

I got up and stood behind her. "Yeah, I buy most of the stuff on iTunes, but some of my favorites I buy on cd's too. I kind of like to have something physical to hold, you know?"

She nodded. "I'm the same way, but with books. Everything's digital now, but sometimes I'll buy a paperback if I love the book. I love the smell of them, too. Like the first time you open them up, and they're fresh and new. Or old books," she kept talking, animated, and I found myself smiling with her. "Old books are better—and when they're all together, oh my God, like used book stores—I love them the most. You don't find many anymore, because you know, the whole e-reader thing. But I love finding them at random places." She paused to take a breath. "Whoa, I just rambled about books. Now you know every nerdy aspect of me. I bet you can't wait to take me out again." She rolled her eyes and looked down to the floor.

I laughed. "It's cool. You're passionate. There's nothing wrong with that. Wait till you meet my friend Lucy. You guys would get along so well. She's always reading at the-"

"You want me to meet your friends?" she asked, there was confusion in her voice, but hopefulness too.

"Why wouldn't I?"

She shrugged and took a seat in front of the cd rack and started reading out album names loudly, occasionally pulling one out. I sat on the floor next to her and waited. "You really do like everything. There's hip-hop, pop, reggae, country?" Her head whipped to mine.

I shrugged, "I'm eclectic."

"You have every John Mayer album and single ever released." She pulled one out and looked on the back.

I bought her to me so she was straddling me again. She didn't refuse, but her eyes never left the CD. "So what's the deal with John Mayer?"

I started kissing her neck. I couldn't help it. Her head tilted to the side, giving me better access. "Hey, don't knock John Mayer. He's practically a God," I said, pulling back to face her. "Your Body Is A Wonderland is a fucking anthem. Do you know how many times I've gotten lai-" I caught myself quickly, "...ooked at...while that song's played?"

She laughed, pulling back from my mouth. "How many times have you been 'layooked' at?" She giggled some more. "I don't think 'layook' is word."

"It is so a word. Google it."

She pushed me until I fell flat on my back. Then her hand was in my pocket. My body jerked when her hand brushed against my dick. "What are you doing?"

She smirked, holding my phone in her hand. "Googling your imaginary word." She slid her finger across the screen and started typing, "So, unless I'm spelling it wrong, layook is not a word."

She raised her eyebrows at me.

I grabbed the phone from her hand and threw it across the room. "Yeah, you spelt it wrong." I sat up and started kissing her neck again, moving lower to her chest. I heard her moan quietly. My fingers on her waist dug into her skin the closer I got to her tits. She grabbed my head in both her hands and made me face her.