Her hand slipped out of mine, slowly moving up my thigh with a touch so light it was like she was a ghost, an apparition only I could see. They reached the hem of my short t-shirt and I felt more than just her hands near my body. Her eyes caressing thighs, the peak of my abs, my bottom lip. Her fingertips skimmed the frayed fabric, back and forth, and I stopped breathing.
“Can I tell you a secret?” he whispered.
I was hypnotized—maybe in deep paralysis—but I was so deeply in tune with my body as everything around me slowed. I couldn’t get air through my windpipes, so I nodded.
She leaned in toward my face, her citrus tang wrapping me up in a blanket that made me hotter. I watched her gaze linger on my lips then back up to my eyes. She moved in closer again, so close I could practically taste her. But instead of our lips touching she moved toward my ear.
“I still think about how I made you moan.” The words flowed like lava from her lips to my ear to my brain. My mouth was dry; I was so goddamn hot I thought I actually might spontaneously combust.
I didn’t know if Brittney was playing me, or if she was giving into the attraction we shared. I’d be an idiot if I couldn’t figure out why we barely made eye contact and only felt sane when we weren’t in the same room.
But also what if she wasn’t?
Before I could over think it, my left hand caught her waist, my hand touching cotton when I’d much rather feel her bare skin. She was so close I didn’t have to lean forward to reach her ear.
“You’re the only girl I’ve ever moaned for,” I confessed.
She inhaled so softly, I would’ve missed it if we weren’t so close. Her fingertips danced from my shirt to my abdomen, her hands firm on my waist.
I didn’t want to lose this moment. I didn’t want our bodies to part. I wanted to hear her say my name. I wanted to see if she still tasted like she did all those years ago.
So I planted a soft kiss in between her jaw and earlobe. I didn’t think before I was planting a row of kisses down her jawline. Slower than I’d like, but at least giving Brittney the time to break away if this wasn’t what she wanted. IfIwasn’t what she wanted.
But I knew I wanted her.
By the time I reached the corner of her mouth, I hovered. Her grip on my waist tightened.
And then we crashed into each other all over again.
CHAPTER THIRTY
Bee
Confirmed: touching Nola quieted my head.
New development: kissing Nola did something entirely different to my body.
Our mouths met, for the first time in four years. This was not slow and tender—I didn’t know if that would ever exist with two people like us. We were two moving forces colliding; magnetizing to keep the motion going. Once I had the taste of her on my lips, on my tongue, I wanted more.
My hands left her waist to grab onto the sides of her face, my body rolling into hers every time we kissed. Nola’s hands slipped from on top of my baggy shirt to right under, finding my skin covered with goosebumps. I thanked her with a bite to her lower lip, rising to my knees because I was starving and wanted to feel more of her. She met me halfway
Our kisses slowed, our movements less frenzied as it gave way to passion. My hands left her face to float down her body. Her muscular biceps, her sculpted abs under her tiny shirt, hersports bra. I felt the peaks of her nipples underneath the fabric, but I didn’t linger. My touch was not a command, but an option.
And I fucking made her gasp again. Light and airy and ended in a throaty moan.
I smiled through our kisses.
As punishment, she slapped my ass then gripped it firmly. The euphoric feeling made my head drop back, and then she was licking up my throat. Sucking and biting on the skin right on top of my jugular. She was marking me, and I didn’t even care. Not a thought in the world mattered as my nipples hardened against her body. As the inferno in my core grew more and more with the thought of her hands moving down to my panties.
“Tell me to stop,” Nola murmured peppering wet kisses around my throat and collarbone before returning to the spot that would be bruised tomorrow.
I shook my head and took her head back into my hands. “You should be telling me to stop.” I shoved her back down on the couch and straddled her. My favorite place to be.
Here, everything was heightened. The way my hips rolled into her pelvis, the way she met my rolls sending electric zaps up my spine at the feeling of us even clothed. The thought of us bare against each other made me ride her erratically. As if she’d read my mind, she finally gave in and reached her hands under my shirt again. Her palms grabbed onto my heavy tits, feeling every inch of me like we were running out of time.
My eyes rolled at the feel of my nipple piercings in her hands, the barbells a contrasting sensation from the heat radiating between us. I gasped for air, the pleasure building, my panties getting wetter, Nola and her cocky smile making me wilder, making me move my hips faster.
I couldn’t contain my moans anymore. My desire and my pleasure were too much to keep the lid on.
