Read Online Blooming by Peyton Fletcher - Free Book Online Page B

irises, some kind of
blush highlighted her cheekbones but she’d left her lips bare. She’d obviously
put some thought into this, for him, he thought again with pleasure.
    “You have a
dress on,” he said simply, still a little stunned.
    “Yes, but I
don’t really know why.”
    It was a plain
white shift with a scoop neck and fell to her knees. It wasn’t the least bit
revealing but he found it absolutely enchanting.
    He looked
down at her feet, “still no shoes?”
    “It’s been so
long since I wore a dress, that when I moved I trashed all my heels because
they were about ten years out of date anyway,” she shrugged.
    “Footstool?”
he said, afraid to say anymore.
    “Ok, but
there’s something I need to show you when I come back.”
    She
disappeared into her living room, and was visibly shaking with nerves when she
returned. He took the stool from her and put it on the floor, then took her
hand while she stepped up.
    “What do you
want to show me?”
    “I told you
about the accident,” he nodded at her. “I told you I was hurt,” another simple
statement. Her fingers began tentatively tracing the neckline of her dress and
he suddenly figured out what she was going to show him. Idiot that he was he’d
not given any thought that there would be lasting physical repercussions of her
accident, and he suddenly understood that there was another reason she had a
right to be nervous.
    Jen gently
pulled the neckline of her dress down and revealed a raised cross shaped scar
on her breastbone. It wasn’t white like most old scars but pale pink.
    He didn’t
move or speak just looked closely at her skin.
    “Please speak
to me.”
    “Is this
supposed to change something?” he said tracing the scar with one large finger.
    “You needed
to know about it.”
    “Were you
hoping I’d take one look at this and run screaming down the hallway,” he smiled
gently.
    “Yes, that’s
what I want.”        
    “Jen the
other two guys you went on a date with, when you gave them the brush off didn’t
they fight for you, at least try to make you go out with them again?”
    “No,”
    “And I’m
guessing you didn’t show them this either?” He traced the puckered skin again.
    She shook her
head, and he bent to her and quickly kissed her right there, his lips parted
and his tongue slid out and licked her soft skin. “I like it, it’s like a
little x marks the spot.”
    Jen gasped
and released her collar so she was hidden again.
    Todd lifted
her chin with his hands and slid his fingers back into her hair, “look at me
Jen,” he demanded. Her eyes came up, and he fixed her with a stare, “those
other guys weren’t worth your time.”
    His hands
were moving in her scalp scooping handfuls of her hair, his thumbs moved to
massage behind her ears gently, “do you know why I ask you to bring the
footstool?”
    “I imagine
because I’m a short-ass and you can’t reach me otherwise,” her voice hitched
and she was struggling to focus.
    “Partly,” he
laughed, “but mainly because without the stool I’d be tempted to grab your
little short-ass and haul you up against me, and I don’t think you’d like that
just yet.”
    “No,” she
admitted.
    “Can I kiss
you now?”
    “Do I have a
choice?”
    “No and I’m
going to expect you to kiss me back.”
    She sighed
heavily - resigned to her fate.
    One of Todd’s
hands caressed her neck, and Jen struggled for a minute not sure whether she
should keep her eyes open or closed. Then the next second it didn’t matter because
his lips were on hers and he knew what he was doing.
    Todd shut his
eyes and slowly sucked her top lip pulling it out gently in encouragement and
then he rested his tongue just inside her parted lips before sliding it inside
her mouth to flick against hers. He angled his head to the right and tilted her
to fit before stroking in and out, coaxing her tongue to respond.
    He pulled
back and whispered into Jen’s mouth,” try anything, or just