Love, Utley (Love Letters #1)

“Speaking of lunch.” He brushes past the whole him stopping over here thing. “I’d like you to join me for dinner tomorrow.”

My lips purse. “What sort of dinner?”

NINETY-THREE

MADDOX

I push away from the side of the building.

Hannah just climbed out of the back seat of an Uber, and she looks so fucking fuckable I have to shove my hand in my pocket and pinch my thigh so I don’t pop a boner.

Her heels click against the sidewalk as she walks toward me, and the setting sun bathes her in a golden glow.

Her hair is down, curled into waves, and I want to look at her beautiful face, but my eyes are too focused everywhere else.

I don’t know what material her top is made of, but it looks soft. The neckline plunges between her glorious breasts, and the hem is tucked into fitted navy pants that hug her all the way down to her ankles.

I smooth my hands down my black Henley, feeling suddenly underdressed in my jeans.

She has a large purse hanging from one hand, so she lifts the other and wiggles her fingers at me.

I stride toward her.

“Little Bunny,” I growl, wanting nothing more than to eat her up.

Wanting to touch her.

I’m one step away when I remember we’re not at work.

I can touch her.

I don’t have to hold back.

When she’s within reaching distance, I grip her hip with one hand and slide the other around the side of her neck until my fingers are buried in the hair at the back of her head. And I kiss her.

I kiss my girl.

My lips on hers.

My mouth moving against hers.

My tongue pushing between her lips. Her opening to me.

God, I needed this.

Hands flatten against my chest, and her fingers curl, digging her nails into my muscles.

She moans into me.

And I feel my cock start to harden.

“Fuck, Babe,” I breathe against her mouth. “We gotta stop.”

Her lips curl into a smile against mine. “You started it.”

“Hmm. We could finish in my car,” I offer.

She pushes against me with her palms, and I finally take a step back.