“Just your heart?” I ask, grabbing her hips and pulling her slightly until she gets the hint that I want her to sit on my lap.
Painfully slow, she sits up and then rests one leg on each side of me, lowering herself on a breath.
She rests her forehead against mine. “Are you going to kiss me now?” she whispers.
“Is that what you want?” I whisper back.
Instead of answering, she presses her lips to mine.
I guess this means we won’t be finishing those chapters tonight.
The kiss starts softly, our lips moving in perfect sync. After a moment, her tongue sweeps into my mouth, tangling with mine as her hips start to move slowly against me. I groan the first time her body rubs on mine, which must be the reassurance she needs. Suddenly, we’re kissing as if we have to make up for lost time.
As if this moment is going to vanish into thin air and we want to make the most of it.
I grip her thighs, my hands moving higher until I reach her shorts. I flick the button to undo them.
“Should we go upstairs?” she asks. “What if your grandma comes back?”
I let out a boisterous laugh and nod.
“It’s probably a smart idea.”
She hops off me, grabbing my hand and pulling me up. She runs up the stairs, and holy shit, I’ve never felt so euphoric.
We dash into my room, and I close the door.
With our hands still locked together, I pull her back, turning until her back hits the door.
There are so many things I could say to her right now, but all of it can wait.Kissingher,tastingher,feelingher can’t.
I squat, gripping the back of her thighs, and jerk her up to wrap her legs around me as I press my lips to her neck. Suspended between me and the door, she wraps her arms around my neck to hold on.
“Your skin is so soft,” I say between kisses.
“I love your lips on me,” she breathes. She uses her hands to make me look at her. “I can’t remember the last time I felt this alive.”
I seal our mouths together and take the opportunity to move us to the bed.
I lay her down slowly, continuing to kiss her as she scoots up on the bed. When she gets high enough, I settle my body between her legs.
My hand travels up her smooth legs, stalling at the hem of her shorts.
“I don’t want to do anything you’re not ready for,” I tell her.
Her breathing is fast, but she smiles and says, “You’re not.”
Her shorts are still unbuttoned from downstairs, so I grab the zipper and slowly pull it down.
“Is this okay?”
“Yes.”
She lifts her hips so I can remove her pants, leaving her in a simple black thong.
“Dove,” I growl and slide down her body, kissing the inside of her thigh. I press my lips to one side and then the other before I place my hands where I’d just kissed her and press her legs open. “I like kissing you, but I think tasting you is about to become my new addiction.”
I hear her inhaling as her back bows off the bed.
