Page 44 of Trick or Heat

He bites his lip and then whispers, “I ran into you on purpose.”

I stop, blinking. “What?”

“When we were kids, the day of the science fair. I always saw you on the bus, thought you looked… beautiful. Ethereal.” He takes a solemn breath. “I wanted to be your friend, so I purposefully ran into you on the sidewalk.”

My mouth parts in shock. “You... You never told me that.”

He shakes his head. “I didn’t know our projects would be destroyed in the crossfire. You were so upset… I hated that I made you feel that way, so I tried to pretend it was my fault to begin with. Did everything I could to make it right.”

We sit there, him staring at the rusty-orange checkerboard rug, me watching him with absolute awe.

He wanted me, even then.

“Casey,” I say.

He looks up, his beautiful blue gaze holding mine as his chest rises and falls. “Yes?”

“Kiss me.”

His entire face relaxes, and then he leans forward until he is inches away. I can feel his breath on my cheek; smell the way his scent sweetens the closer he gets. I feel a sense of wonder that I’ve never felt before as the anticipation grows.

My breath hitches as his lips finally land on mine. They’re soft, supple. I moan into him, letting him control the pace completely. I can’t help the heat pooling in my stomach, like I could snap at any moment from the barest of touches. His touches.

It’s gentle, sweet. Our tongues dance together in a slow tango before it heats up. We’re rampant as the pace quickens, our need for each other becoming more urgent and powerful.

He pulls my shirt over my head as I pull off his own, the feeling rushed and hurried. When he sees I don’t have a bra on, he groans and leans down, taking one of my nipples into his mouth. A sound escapes me as he sucks, my nerve endings sending out zaps of pleasure with every roll of his tongue.

My head falls back, the feeling almost too much to bear. He plays with the other, twisting it between his fingers in a way that makes me feel revered.

I pull back, holding eye contact as I stand. His gaze travels over me, curiosity sparkling there as he watches me pull down my pajama pants, not realizing that I’ve discarded my clothes completely until I’m left bare before him.

“Fuck,” he whispers as he looks at me. “You’re fucking beautiful.”

My lip quirks as I saunter forward and then place each knee on either side of his hips, straddling him completely.

“Wait, I’m supposed to be fucking you. Worshipping you.”

I find myself smirking. “We’re no longer rule followers, Casey. Let’s fuck however we want.”

“Are you sure?” he asks, his hands caressing my thighs and sending goosebumps all over. “We don’t have to do anything just yet. We can go at your pace.”

“I want you inside me,” I say bluntly, and he inhales sharply. “And after so long pining for you, I think it’s time that I get what I want.”

He nods like he’s in a trance. “Yes, take what you want from me. Please.”

I pull his lips to mine, this time languid and sensual as I experiment with a few rolls of my hips. I swallow down the sound that escapes him, feeling my stomach dip with heat. My clit rubs up against something hard in his sweatpants and I part from his lips to let out a moan.

“Use me, Elsie,” he rasps, his hands moving to my hips to help me maintain the momentum.

I shake my head, needing something else, needing more. I kiss him again, this time sloppy and rushed and desperate.

I pull myself up a little, tugging down his sweatpants as quickly as I can. When I finally have his cock in hand, we both let out a breath of relief.

I stroke him a few times and his fingers slide over my breasts, pinching and kneading them just the way I need. When I finally position him at my entrance, we both pause, staring at each other in awe.

We’re actually doing this. Oh my god, this is real.

A keening noise falls from my lips as I sink down onto him. He’s the perfect size and hits me in all the right places. He bites one of his knuckles and a soft growl emits from his chest once I bottom out.