Plight(20)

Elliot near choked so I figured 'what the hell  …  I've already dived right in', and grabbed his arse, wrenched him to me, and stuck my tongue right down his stupid, annoying, tasty throat.





Game on!

Operation Crack the Case of Danielle Cunningham was in full effect, but what was also in full effect was her attack on my mouth.

Danielle's lips were forcefully pressed to mine, her hand on my arse, her other hand in my hair, and her tongue somewhere between my teeth and my tonsils. It took me a second or two to adjust to the new addition to my body, but once I did, I planned on making that new addition want to take up residence and never leave.

Threading my hand through her hair, the subtle waft of apple shampoo added to the sweet taste of her lips. I groaned, hungrily, adrenaline coursing through my body, setting my nerve endings alight and sprinkling my arms with goosebumps. I'd been cold as fuck all morning, but in mere seconds, Danielle had managed to near incinerate me on the spot.

Placing my hand on her cheek, I held her firmer. If she wanted to kiss me for whatever reason she was kissing me, then I was going to hold her to it. Literally.

She mumbled something into my mouth but I chose to ignore it; now was not the time for talking.

"Et ee o," she mumbled again.

"Ot?" I let her go just enough to breathe; that was all she was getting.

"Let me go," she mumble-whispered.

"Soon," I mumble-whispered back.

She replied with, "Now."

I didn't respond. I just loosened my hand. She could be the one to stop what she'd started because I sure as hell wasn't going to. And she did, seconds later, slowly, leisurely, as if she was somewhat sedated after aesthetic.

Seeing her heavy-lidded, heavy-limbed and kiss-drugged made me smile, big time, and, apparently, I was not the only one.

"I wouldn't exactly say that's taking it slow," Jeanette said, her smile obvious in her tone.

"He gets his kissing ability from me, you know."

I removed my stare from Danielle's face and shot my mother an, are-you-serious?' look.

"Whaaat?" she drawled, defensively, furrowing her brow and then dismissing my concern with the flick of her hand. "Oh, you know what I mean."

Shaking my head, I looked back down at Danielle, who still hadn't turned to face our mothers. Her eyes were closed, and she appeared to be silently talking to herself.

It was quite amusing.

I leaned forward, my nose centimetres from hers. "What are you saying?" I whispered.

Her eyelids sprung open. "I'm saying, 'what the fuck am I doing?'" she whispered back.



       
         
       
        

"Oh, right."

She repeated her silent chant.

"So  …  what the fuck are you doing? Not that I'm complaining."

Her head shook from side to side at a rapid speed, as if to say 'I don't know'. She was adorably red-faced, stunned, sated and confused.

I continued to whisper. "Are you going to turn around?"

She nodded with as much enthusiasm and energy as a sloth.

"When?" I added.

"I don't know, now, I guess."

"Good work. You can do this."

Helping her swivel around, I placed my hands on her shoulders and held her against my chest. "So, there you have it," I announced. "We're in love, engaged  …  and taking things slow. We haven't set a date and there's no baby on the way."

"If any of this changes," Danielle chimed in, her voice still quiet, "you'll both be the first to know, okay?"

Mum and Jeanette nodded.

"Good. Right," she continued, more sprightly. "Let's get back to work shall we?" She nodded to herself then turned to face me, giving me a friendly and encouraging double-pat on the chest.

I bit the inside of my cheek to suppress my laugh. I also slid my hands into my jean pockets, grinned from ear-to-ear, and rocked back on my heels. "Yes, let's do that."





"We need to talk," Danielle demanded, right before yanking me behind the gum tree by the collar.

I corrected my footing and leaned against the trunk, my arms crossed over my chest, my legs crossed at the ankles. It had been roughly two hours since she kissed me, and I'd been eagerly waiting for her to pull me aside and do it again.

"Don't give me that cocky attitude."

I laughed. "What cocky attitude?"

"That!" She pointed at me.

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"Yes, you do. You're acting smug because I kissed you."

"And why'd you do that exactly?" I asked  …  tapping my chin with added smugness.