Never had doing nothing more than kissing felt so erotic. But it’s how Danica managed to calm her heart. They were just kissing. Sure, the kisses were long, deep, frantic at times, and she’d never felt anything like what she was feeling, but it was still just kissing. She could allow herself this much, right? As long as they kept it at just this. Neither said anything as they continued the marathon kissing. Orlando’s big arms would drape around her at moments very possessively. Then at other times she felt him breathe in deeply with such emotion, even as their frantic kissing continued. For a moment, Danica thought she’d managed to summon the will to keep this from going any further until his lips left hers and traveled down her chin and onto her neck. Just as she’d so easily allowed the kissing in the first place, she dropped her head back, gasping for air, giving his lips and tongue an open invitation to do as they pleased to her neck.
Her entire body was trembling now, and despite her protesting head reminding her anxiously what a mistake this was, there was no way she could stop this. Running her hands up under his beanie she pulled it off and ran her fingers through his soft wavy hair. She’d seen him without the beanie many times, but she knew now why the beanie was his security blanket and why he wore it so often. Touching his hair, as often as it was sheltered, was oddly exciting. Like something only a few exclusive people ever got to do. Every time he sucked her neck, she felt it down there and squirmed in reaction, certain he knew why. Kissing his way back up to her lips, he finally stopped and stared into her eyes. Danica prayed he wouldn’t say anything. Why? Did her ridiculous head actually think they could do this and never speak of it again, as if it never happened?
And then he asked the very question she’d been thinking from the moment his lips touched hers. “Could this day get any better?”
Danica knew how she should respond to this. No. This is as good as it’s going to get. We can’t go any further. But of course, just like her body’s reaction to him, and her inability to lie to him, her pounding heart betrayed her. Before she could stop herself, she was nodding.
There was no missing the effort Orlando made to not react to that. It was an impressive attempt, but she was staring too deep in his eyes not to miss the way his eyes went a little wide for a moment before devouring her mouth again.
Chapter 20
Orlando
He had made an effort, damn it. It’s how Orlando would mentally be excusing what could be a disastrous mistake. It’s not like he planned this. So, he hadn’t asked her if she was okay with this. Spontaneous shit like this happened all the time, and she was a grown woman. A grown-ass single and available woman capable of putting her foot down if she had an issue with it. Clearly, she didn’t, and if her body language and that last nod to what was meant as a rhetorical question was any indication, she was as for this as his throbbing cock was. Plus, she still had a chance to stop this. Yes, his weak ass was leaving it up to her because God knew he’d be incapable of stopping this from going where it seemed to be going if she let him.
The only thing that stepped in and messed with his conscience every now and again from the moment he’d felt Dani’s finger on his lip, was his son. He had no idea what exactly was happening here or how this might change things, but he knew it was a risk. How could he chance ruining this for Little Man? He called her mama for fuck’s sake! Orlando paused, pulling away for a moment to gaze nervously into her eyes. They were big and beautiful and at the moment as drunk with lust as he felt. But there was more. At least his pathetic heart was already hoping for more. He could only hope that what he was seeing amidst those deliciously wanton eyes was more than just unrestrained yearning. His heart was still trying to decide if his son calling this girl mama terrified him or if he fucking loved it. Feeling that familiar flutter in his heart again, Orlando smiled. He called her mama. Just like that, he was back to devouring her delicious mouth. Really?
One kiss was all it took? Okay, one very long epic kissing session was more like it, but it’s not like this was a first for Orlando. Not the spontaneous tearing off of each other’s clothes—of which was yet to even happen here—but if it did, it most certainly wouldn’t be the first time for him. Not the giving into being with someone he’d previously decided it wouldn’t be a good idea to be with. His dumb ass had given into his share of no-can-do’s in the past, too. So, what was it about this girl? His head kept going back to one thing: Little Man. He had everything to do with Orlando being so impressed by Dani in the first place. The baby was his life now. Of course, any girl who’d be such a big deal to him would be a standout from any other girls, right? Except, if that were the case, why hadn’t he been just as moved when Felicia stepped up? She’d done so selflessly before she’d even met the baby. That should’ve made her worth her weight in gold to him. Yet, before he’d even met Dani, and after he’d decided he’d stop at nothing to get his son back, he’d easily pulled back from anything heavy with Felicia. Now here he was in what was yet to be even one full lustful experience with Dani, and his heart was ready for so much more. Electrifying. It’s what he felt when Dani’s hands slipped up his back under his shirt. He’d heard the word used before by many to describe the feeling of being so fucking turned on every nerve in their body came alive. But this wasn’t even his dick she was touching, and it had him moaning again. This time she slid her mouth down his neck and sucked—hard. “Fuck, yeah,” he groaned. Normally, he’d be worried about getting marked up, but it felt so damn good, and this was Dani, so he didn’t even care. The moment she pulled her lips away from him, he pulled his shirt over his head and threw it off. Dani gazed in awe at his bare chest and shoulders for a moment before leaning in and kissing his neck again and working her way down his shoulder.
She’ll stop this.
It’s how he rationalized it every time things went a bit further. This time he took a deep breath as he pulled her shirt over her head and—she didn’t stop him. She didn’t stop him when he pulled the straps of her bra down, nor when he undid the bra and took it off. Taking a quick inspection of the well-endowed breasts he’d fantasized so often about, Orlando smiled, feeling beyond satisfied, not just because seeing them like this had him nearly losing it, but because he hadn’t asked her how long ago she’d broken things up with her ex. The moment he’d decided he was doing this he’d prepared himself for the possibility of traces of her ex still on her. Traces he knew, even though he had no right to, would’ve made him crazy.
So, he continued onto his bountiful canvas now, inspecting her once again because he already knew where he was going with this. Kneading a luscious breast in each hand, he took them in his mouth one by one, sucking them hard, and proceeded to mark them up. She didn’t stop him. Instead, she moaned in pleasure as he sucked her sweet flesh, never once protesting the trail of love bites he was leaving all over her chest. This had to be more than just a fluke thing she was giving into just for the fun of it. No way could she—would she—be with anyone else anytime soon. Right? Shaking those thoughts away, Orlando decided to just enjoy this for what it was worth. For now. He could worry about all that later. For a good while, they took turns sucking each other’s upper bodies. They alternated from that to kissing long and deep. Orlando just couldn’t get enough of her lips, her tongue, the taste of her mouth. That is until he needed more. She’ll stop me. Slowly lowering his hand to her crotch area, he rubbed in between her legs over her jeans. That alone had them both breathing a little harder against each other’s mouths. It was such a simple thing, and yet it felt so fucking erotic. But again, it was only enough for a very short time. Just feeling the warmth between her legs even over her jeans made the need to do more completely overwhelming. Did he dare?