September Tango by Scarlett Jade, Llerxt the 13th Read Free Book Online

“Thanks. You know, you seem to be the only one that gets it. Everyone told me to suck it up and move on.”
    “You know my Mama and Daddy died too, right?”
    She nodded, wiping her eyes. “Yeah in a car accident out on the bridge. I'm so sorry.”
    He nodded, his throat too tight to speak for a moment. “I didn't even get to come home for their funeral. I was in action at the time, and I didn't find out until weeks later when I finally got a letter from my grandparents. The Red Cross couldn't get through to me because I was in a covert mission. This is the first time I've been home in five years. I could have come home sooner, I'm sure, but a part of me couldn't bear to.” He took a slow breath. “I don't usually say all that to people either.”
    She squeezed his hand. “I am really sorry. I can’t even imagine.”
    He smiled softly. “Thanks. I need to go to their graves at some point, pay my respects while I'm home.”
    “ Would you want some company?” Her voice was soft and her hand squeezed his again.
    “ You offering?” He shot her a look quickly.
    “ Yeah, I am. No one wants to be alone at a cemetery.” She smiled sadly.
    “ Then yeah, I'd like that. Thanks.” He squeezed her hand.
    “ That's what friends are for, right?” She laughed softly, trying to ease the tension in the room.
    He turned and looked deep into her eyes. “I'm really sorry for all the shit in high school. But I can't just be your friend, Zoe.”
    Her eyes filled with tears and she sputtered, “What? I don't understand.”
    “ I can't just be your friend because you're driving me freaking crazy, and I'm pretty sure friends don't feel this way about each other do they?” He whispered, ending the sentence with his mouth on hers again. Her soft lips parted and their tongues mated together, darting, tasting, and teasing. She nibbled his bottom lip and slipped one soft hand under his polo, groaning against his mouth at the hard skin she felt there. She traced a fingertip around his abs and then flattened her palm, skirting it up and brushing his nipple.
    He growled and leaned her back against the couch. “You smell so good.”
    She smiled against his mouth, trying to talk between his feverish kisses. She planted a hand on his chest and pushed up. “Thank you,” she breathed, grinning brilliantly before twining her arms around his neck and pulling him down for more kisses. He clenched his fists on either side of her incredibly curvy body, attempting to keep control. He was throbbing behind the zipper of his shorts and he longed to peel the thin little camisole off her skin and worship every inch of her with his mouth and hands, but he held back. He wanted to prove she wasn't just a quick fuck before he left again. He wasn't sure what this was yet, but it was heady and hard to wrap his mind around.
    He kissed her again, slowing the movements of his warm lips, and she sighed against him, pressing her breasts into his chest. He could feel her erect nipples through the layers of clothing as if they were a brand. Heat moved straight to his cock, and the throb became unbearable. He pulled back. “We have to stop.”
    “Why?” She asked breathlessly.
    “ Because I want more than this with you.” He replied quietly.
    “ You only have two weeks, Calvin.” She pulled him down closer, their mouths almost touching. “I want this. You aren't taking advantage of me.”
    “ So do I, Zoe, but what if it's not enough?” He growled.
    “ I'll make it enough,” she whispered confidently. “Let me show you.”  She sat up and pushed him back against the couch. He lay back against the cushions and she climbed on top of him, resting her hands on his stomach. She smiled quickly and leaned down to kiss him. “Touch me, Calvin, I won't bite... Unless you want me to.”
    He groaned. “You're killing me.”
    “Not yet,” was her whispered reply.
    He touched her soft breasts encased in the little top. Her nipples responded immediately,