I’ve never been kissed like this before. Slowly, deeply, and so fucking tenderly that I might cry from just the way his tongue brushes against mine. I feel it everywhere—where our tongues meet, where he’s holding my face, where my nipples press against the fabric of my bra. And I want more. I’d grab his shirt and pull him to me so he can’t stop, or put any kind of distance between us, but he doesn’t have one on.
My fingers find their way onto his chest, skimming over his heart, and his pec muscles as they move up the column of his neck and into his hair. Crossing my wrists at the nape of his neck, I try to draw him into me more. Our heads switch from one side to the other as our kiss deepens again.
It’s slow, lazy, as though he has all the time in the world to kiss me, and he wants to savor every damn second and commit it all to memory.
This is the kiss wet dreams are made of.
I curl my nails into his hair and groan into his mouth. The kiss grows more urgent, quicker as pure need drives me forward. I demand more with my tongue. His hands glide down the sides of my ribcage and hook around my thighs.
He picks me up, wraps my legs around his waist and backs me up until my spine hits the wall. A picture frame—or something—crashes to the floor, but we don’t stop. I can’t stop. I need to keep kissing him. He is the secret to immortality—all I need to do is kiss Justin Ashe forever. And I’m never letting him go.
His rock-hard dick is pressed against my aching pussy. I know it’s huge, I know he’ll destroy me with it, and I know it’ll probably hurt in all the best possible ways, but I need it. I need him.
It’s as though our kiss ignited a magical tether between us. It’s burning bright and luminescent, anchoring us to each other, and if I stop kissing him, it might burn out. I tilt my hips against his hard on, and he groans.
He steps toward me, pinning me with his hips against the wall, and I cling to him as though we’re forty stories high and if I let go, I’ll fall to my death.
He drags his lips across my cheek, smearing kisses along my jaw, but I’m not ready to be done with his lips on mine. I pull him back. He smiles against my mouth as he kisses me again with renewed energy. He tastes of spearmint. The dampness of his hair does little to cool the fire burning from my fingers to my toes.
His bare chest presses me into the wall, the ridges and planes of his chest firm and toned. His arms flex as I trace my fingertips along the top of his shoulders and down his biceps. He’s not straining to hold me. I’ve never had a guy pick me up and hold me against a wall before and now I want it every day.
His hips grind, sliding his cock along the length of my core. If I wasn’t quite so afraid of falling on my ass and making an idiot of myself, I’d dry hump him through those shorts. His hands curl into my ass cheeks as he pins me in place.
His kiss is consuming, equal parts give and take. I scrape at his chest with my nails, forgetting I’m the one still wearing a shirt. I need to take it off. I need to feel his skin on mine. I need… everything, and I need it all right now. Right this second.
Another thud makes me vaguely aware that a second frame has fallen from the wall. But when a gasp that isn’t his or mine reaches my ears, my eyes pop open, meeting his mom’s gaze over his shoulder.
My galloping libido comes to a screeching halt—for real, I can hear the deafening record scratch over Justin’s almost animalistic grunts and heavy breathing. Mandy rolls her lips, clearly fighting a smile as I try to extract myself from her son’s delicious mouth.
I’m supposed to be embarrassed. But I’m more pissed off at the fact I have to stop. She interrupted the best kiss of my life.Sheshould be embarrassed, dammit.
“Justin?”
“Yeah?”
“Your mom.”
His lips are on my neck, sucking. Ten bucks says he leaves a mark. “You really wanna talk about my mom right now?”
I guess she can’t contain herself anymore because she bursts into a fit of giggles. His head jerks back, his cheeks flush red, and his eyes widen as though someone sprayed cold water onto his back.
His forehead drops to my shoulder with a pained groan. I fight a smile. It’s nice to know he’s as distraught about the situation as I am. His mom is still there, still laughing. She’s bent at the waist, and I’m pretty sure tears of laughter are falling onto the tiled floor.
Justin lowers me to the floor but doesn’t move. Probably because his dick hasn’t yet gotten the message that we’re in time out.
Mandy excuses herself, breathless and still laughing. She offers me lunch, but I don’t think I can sit across the table from her any time soon. Especially since all I want to do is tear off my clothes and mount her son until we’re both exhausted, breathless, and sated.
He needs to start his pre-game prep and head to the rink, and I don’t get to kiss him goodbye. As he walks me to my car, my lips are still swollen and tingly, and my pussy is on fire in my soaked panties. If I wasn’t 100% convinced his Mom was watching out the window I’d beg him to finger me against the side of my car just to take the edge off. Though I’m really not sure it would take the edge off. It wouldn’t be enough.
I give him a shy smile as I unlock the car door. “I wanted to tell you that I’ll be at the game tonight. I’m sorry for missing last night.”
He brushes my hair off my face and half-shrugs. “It’s all good.”
I grab the hem of my shirt, twisting it between my fingers so I don’t reach out and tear off the shirt he threw on to walk me to the car.
“So, I talked to Molly. She says we can date if we want to.” I search his face, hopeful he’ll agree and we can skip ahead to having a shameless amount of sex.
His face falls. The desire and lust that was just swimming in his eyes is instantly replaced by disappointment and pain.
