That Day by Karen Deen (best novels to read in english txt) 📕

didn’t tell me she had the cast off now,” Kurt says, looking at me questioningly.

“That’s because she hasn’t gotten it off. It must have been someone who looked like her. I saw her yesterday and it was still on with the bandage wrapped around it.” I know it can’t have been her.

“Damn, I’m sure it was, I would bet money on it, but then again, you boys always tell me I should never bet because I’m hopeless at it.” Jodie smiles and opens the back door.

“Because you are,” Seth and Kurt both answer at the same time.

“Wow, thanks, guys,” she replies.

As Jodie leans in to give me a hug, I whisper in her ear, “I want details, woman.”

“Tomorrow,” she whispers before pulling back.

Saying our goodbyes, Kurt makes sure he reminds Seth that late-night visits are off the cards in future. There’s a lot of laughing as he closes the door.

“Well, that was a strange way to end a perfect day,” Kurt says, coming up behind me at the sink where I’m standing drinking the last of my water bottle.

“Mhmm,” I say as I take the first sip.

“Do you want me to grab a bottle of water from the fridge for you to take to bed?” he asks, knowing that I normally drink plenty of water every day. “I stacked the rest of that case in the fridge so they’d be cold if you wanted one to cool down.”

“Why? Do you plan on making me sweat?” I’m grinning a little as I bring the glass up for the next sip.

“You know I do.” His breath whispers across my ear. “I’ll take Coco outside and then settle her in for the night, then lock up behind me.” He pulls me back against his body. “Make sure you’re in bed… naked… and ready for me.”

Shivers run through me, my body already reacting to what he’s promising.

This is just how I want to end a perfect day.

Getting hot and sweaty in the best possible way.

Feeling the heat of his body disappear, I know it’s time for me to move.

The electrifying feeling of expectation races through me.

Moving through the house, turning off lights, my heart beats against my chest wall. I never knew it could be like this. Completely captivated—mind, body, and soul—by another person. But that’s what I am. Kurt has totally immersed himself in my heart.

Standing in my room, back to the door, I drop my pajama pants to the floor and follow it with my shirt. Placing my knee on the bed, leaning across to pull down the cover, I hear the groan of Kurt behind me.

“Don’t move an inch.” The rasp of his voice lets me know he is as worked up as I am.

Playing the game, I slowly lift my other leg, now on my hands and knees.

My ass is on full display in my pale pink lace panties that are already wet from anticipation.

Looking over my shoulder, I see him leaning on the door frame. In no hurry to move, just taking in the view.

“When you’re finished salivating, feel free to touch.” I wiggle my ass, slowly, a little side to side to tempt him.

“Oh, I intend to do more than touch.” Stalking towards me, he lifts his dark-blue-and-white-striped shirt over his head and drops it. Flicking the button on his cargo shorts, he drops the zipper slightly, just enough to show me a hint of what is hiding beneath his boxers. That trail of hair that gets me hot every time I see it.

His hands are resting on my lower back just above the top of the lace. Sliding up to my bra, he works on undoing it. A sudden shiver runs down my back from his touch. The roughness of his hands sliding the straps off my shoulders, and they fall on to the bed over each hand. But I just leave it lying there.

My breasts are hanging free and aching for him, the nipples hard and swollen.

The hands that a moment ago were stripping me of my bra are now capturing my breasts firmly, squeezing and trapping my nipple in his fingers. The sharp pain travels straight to between my legs as a pure tantalizing pleasure.

“I’m not just going to touch you, Asha. I’m going to fuck you right here, with you at my mercy, taking everything I can give you. Everything I think you need.”

“Yes.” I’m moaning, my fists grabbing the covers to try to steady myself.

One of his hands now slides down my side, rubbing over my ass cheek like it’s a prized possession. While the other is still teasing my breast, keeping me panting.

“Just perfect,” I hear him say as my head drops forward, with my blonde hair falling all around it. I’m letting out little noises I’m not sure I’ve ever made before.

Kurt’s finger lifts the side of the lace, following it down over the softness of my backside.

My breathing picks up. I’m desperate for him to touch me where I’m aching.

Without control, my back is arching, trying to contain the pure lust throbbing through my body.

Just when I hope his finger will continue under the lace, the tingling of his light touch disappears.

“Kurt…” Begging for more, I can hardly breathe.

“Anticipation is the best aphrodisiac.” His words whisper over my skin as he places his lips right in the center of my back at the base of my spine.

Oh my god, his words are just as sexy to me as his body.

Both his hands are now running up the outside of my legs, like a feather that gently touches the skin but leaves no mark. You barely feel it physically, but the sensation radiates through you.

His fingers slip my panties down my legs but only as far as my knees.

Before I have time to lift my knees off the soft bed to remove the panties, his mouth is on me.

That first swipe of his tongue through my folds, I can’t take it, so I cry out.

I want this so much, yet there