Page 41 of Play Dirty

Then I kissed her back, and my stomach dropped away… like the first plunge of a really high roller coaster.

Oh shit…

Our bodies curled into each other as the kiss deepened, still soft and sweet but no longer hesitant. Haven’s hand slid up my arm, her fingers tracing the muscles there like she wanted to remember them. Maybe she even did.

All I wanted was to continue to drink from those sweet, perfect lips. To feel the softness of her tongue, as it probed tentatively against mine. She whimpered adorably into my mouth, as my hands slid past her hips and around her back. Once there, I spread my fingers wide to occupy as much real estate as possible, as they settled over the very top of that warm, supple ass.

The heat between us built quickly, the cold outside nearly forgotten as the blankets trapped everything in. Her hands were still roaming, touching me in all the places she wanted to know about. One warm thigh slid between mine, bringing us closer than ever.

Fuck…I thought to myself, kissing her even harder. My fingertips couldn’t get enough. My mind reeled with how good her body felt.

She’s perfect.

I’d wanted her since the moment she’d walked up those stairs. At first it was simple — her face, her body, the way she carried herself like she knew exactly where she belonged, even when she didn’t. But that wasn’t what stuck. It was the way she didn’t bend. Not to the looks, not to the jokes, not to the quiet, constant pressure of a house that was trying to push her out. Haven took every hit, every jab, and gave it right back without flinching. She was fearless. Stubborn. Magnificent.

At that point it stopped being about wanting her, and started being about not being able to look away.

And now here she was, finally, in my arms.

In my bed…

Her palm slid up my shirt; her eager fingers traveling over my bare chest. They explored there for a while, as our makeout session grew even more frenzied and intense. I inhaled deeply as I kissed her neck, dragging my lips down her soft, scented skin until I reached her shoulder.

Eventually Haven slid onto her back, pulling me along with her. Taking me by the wrist, she guided my hand up her shirt, presumably to even things off.

Very gently I cupped her breasts; all soft, warm and full. She moaned as I gave each a possessive squeeze, then moved to begin tracing her perfectly-formed areola.

At one point I looked deeply into her eyes, which were glazed with arousal. My fingers traveled lower, down along her quivering stomach. They moved past the swell of her belly, then dipped tentatively beneath the waistband of her sweats.

I paused at the threshold of her essence, my body shaking with excitement. If she was going to stop me, she’d do it now.

She didn’t.

Instead, one hand slid back to my wrist. Looking me right in the eyes, she bit her lip…

And pushed my hand even lower.

My God.

I exhaled slowly and let myself move again, my fingertips gliding downward. Her own fingers tightened slightly where they’d found my wrist, guiding me beneath her panties without saying a word.

I loved the fact that she didn’t hesitate. That she was being deliberate with what she wanted.

And God, I wanted it too.

I’d made her feel warm. I’d made her feel safe.

Now, I wanted to make her feel good.

My middle finger encountered her first, slipping down through those warm, wet folds. Haven met me halfway; adjusting, responding. She covered my hand with her own and shoved me inside, slightly parting her thighs for me. She exhaled sexily into my mouth, her lips brushing mine in a soft, sleepy coo.

She wasn’t passive. That was the first thing I noticed. Her hand continued guiding mine, showing me exactly what she liked. One finger became two; then two, and a thumb. She jumped adorably as I brushed her tender button, inhaling with a quick gasp.

My forehead dropped lightly against hers, as the space between us disappeared completely. My elbow moved like a slow piston, working rhythmically to bring her pleasure. The heat under the blankets continued building, until it felt like we were breathing the same air.

Her name slipped out of me before I thought about it. Quiet. Breathless. I’d just wanted to say it, and so I had. And it did something to her:

It turned her on.