Sugar Pie by Victoria Pinder

22

Kerry

Warren’s touch set me on fire. As we made it to the bedroom, and he kissed me near the bed, the sweet burn grew stronger. Without clothes, he would ignite me.

Our lips met again, and I ached for him. My heart beat wildly as I unzipped my dress.

He stepped back, gave me a smile that made my knees weak, then tossed his white shirt on the ground.

Those muscles of his made my pulse zip. I swallowed and wiggled out of my dress until it hit the ground around my feet.

His eyes widened, and I leaned back on the bed to avoid falling. He followed, brushed my hair behind my ears, then lowered himself, kissing me again.

I curled my arms around his hard, muscular body, and my heartbeat spiked.

His kiss burned into me like we were the only people in the world and he was mine forever.

His short hair was surprisingly thick when I ran my hands through it. He moved lower and helped me out of my bra.

I let out a sigh. If I was to be naked, he should be too. I reached for his pant zipper and jolted. He was big and hard. I swallowed but then unzipped his pants. My body hummed to have him.

He helped by tossing his pants and underwear next to the bed. I rolled my panties off. With Warren, I felt empowered.

I traced his body and gently kissed parts of him as we were swept into a bubble of desire.

He did the same, guiding my legs over his as he lowered himself to suck on my nipple.

I arched to give him access as sensation rushed through me. My body was sensitive and needy as he suckled.

A soft sigh escaped me as he continued and encouraged me to lie back.

Then he went lower. All I could do was moan.

I bucked when his tongue pressed my core. My body trembled as he focused his attention.

My eyes rolled backwards as he worked his magic on me, and I lost the ability to think.

My body wasn’t my own. As I arched, he went deeper, and I lost the ability to see. I was a in a sea of sparkling pleasure.

I tried to hold myself together, but once his tongue finished, he slipped a condom on and pressed inside me.

“Warren…” came out more like a moan, and as he pumped into me, I was in perfect bliss.

* * *

The moon was outside the window when my eyes fluttered open, and I stared into his blue eyes.

“How are you?” he asked, making my heart flutter.

My body was warm, curled into his, and a smile formed on my face as I realized how wonderful sharing the bed was. “Amazing.”

He held me tightly. “You’re beautiful.”

Under the sheets, I realized he was getting hard again. Our bodies touched, and I was happy not to move. “I never thought skin or looks mattered. It’s what’s in the heart, and my heart has some bruises on it.”

His gaze narrowed. “You’re sweet.”

I laughed. Maybe not mentioning Romeo was proper, but I was tired of being perfect and doing what was expected of me. I held Warren, the only one I wanted. “I didn’t make a list of chores to do after.”

His gaze held a wicked gleam. “I’d be offended if you did.”

I hugged him. “I’ve never said a word about that to anyone. Please keep the compliment to yourself.”

He traced my face as if was enchanted. “Kerry, one of the best things about you is how you make me feel comfortable too. I feel like I can tell you anything.”

The feeling was mutual. I batted my eyelashes and asked, “Do you have anything to confess?”

His gaze narrowed as he drew back. “Is this a confession now?”

My heart raced. I must have messed up by talking about my ex. I shivered. “No. I told you an intimate secret.”

He lowered himself back on the pillow and took my hand to hold between us. “I’ve had girlfriends before, but you’re the only one that I can picture in my life for more than a moment. I trust you.”

I swallowed. I wasn’t ready for a lifelong anything and told myself it was just casual sex. Before I could say anything, my phone rang.

Warren reached across the nightstand and grabbed my phone. He swiveled back and handed it to me. “You should answer. It’s your mom.”

She was the only one who called me other than Warren, as my father was never a phone person. “It’s late for her.”

He shrugged. “Might be important.”

I pursed my lips, imagining how she would object to how I was running my life, as Warren wasn’t a doctor or an insurance expert like Dad. “We’ll see.” Then I answered and ignored how rattled my skin was when I asked, “Mom, is everything okay? You’re calling late.”

“Did I wake you?”

I took Warren’s hand. “No. What’s going on?”

“I spoke to Romeo.”

Thankfully, I hadn’t hit the speaker button. I closed my eyes and whispered, knowing Warren heard everything, but I wished I hadn’t answered. “We’re divorced. If you love me, you won’t talk to him anymore.”

“He told me. I was in complete shock, but he implied you were cheating on him with a Norouzi.”

This was the late-night emergency?The name meant nothing to me, except it had been on Warren’s driver’s license. Who I was with didn’t matter to Romeo, though. I blinked. “I don’t know who that is.”

“We’d like you to bring him home.”

Right. Then they could judge whether he was good enough for me. If Warren was successful, maybe she would accept him in my life. Her approval wasn’t necessary, but she’d been the only anchor in my life forever. I let out a sigh. “Mom, I’m going to make my own life choices this time, and right now, I should tell you that I really like a guy, but know right now that he’s a general contractor.”

“You do?”

“Absolutely.” I said.

Warren winked at me.

My mother said, “Be careful not to get your heart broken, dear. People who think money never comes never have it. And you only know the nice parts of life. Please don’t be afraid to talk to me.”

When she wasn’t applying constant pressure for me to be someone I couldn’t be, she was a decent mom. My lips tingled as I stared at Warren. “I have to go. Bye.” I hung up and turned the phone off. There would be no more interruptions.

I handed Warren the phone, and he put it behind him. “So you like me?”

I nodded. “Like” was too weak a word. “You make me believe in myself.”

He pressed his forehead to mine, and warm goose bumps grew all over me as he said, “Likewise, though there is something I should tell you about me.”

I kissed him lightly. “It can wait. I think we should re-create what happened earlier.” Then I tugged him closer and let our lips meld together.

I needed him inside me again. The rest of the world could wait, because for once, I was happy.

* * *

His warm body against me and his hand holding mine startled me as I woke. It was still dark. I jumped, but he turned toward me and continued to slumber.

I took a few deep breaths. For years, I’d been alone in a bed. My ex was usually absent and left me after sex, not that he’d been thrilling between the sheets. Warren outclassed him.

My heart beat wildly, but I lay back down. Maybe I should have regretted what we did the night before, but I felt my lips curve into a grin.

I was happy. He was there and stayed and cared about me.

He hugged me, and tingles shot down to my toes, the way they always did when I touched him. “Good morning,” he whispered.

“Morning,” I said, and my eyelids fluttered closed.

As his hand cupped my hip and our lips met, the world stopped. I wanted him again.

He ended the kiss. “I wish I didn’t have the cabinet installs today.”

I sat with him and repeated his full schedule in case he’d forgotten. “And the new-washing-machine install, the ceiling-fan change, and the new-office-cabinet install.”

He tilted his head. “Want to get out of here and come with me?”

I blinked, unsure if going was a good idea. My head was a mess. I blinked and said, “I should handle the paperwork.”

He stood and stretched, clearly not caring that he was naked. My core still tingled from having him inside me. Heat rose in my face, and I turned away.

“I was thinking you could check out the houses where I install and take notes on homes in the area and how we can ensure ours are well-liked in the internal space.”

I stood and met his gaze. “I love that you respect my opinion.”

He winked as he grabbed a shirt. “You wouldn’t be my partner if I didn’t.”

I gave him a thumbs-up and was happy the night before had just been sex. I grabbed my things and headed to the bathroom. “Right. And okay, I’ll go and take notes.”

“Awesome,” he called behind me.

Business partners and casual sex as an added bonus meant everything was fine. We were living day-by-day, and no hearts were on the line. I could handle that.