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“So do you,” I breathe out, gasping when his palm molds over my center.
This is what I’ve been craving all night. He tastes incredible as my lips devour and my hands explore. My hips shove against his hand in slow, hard demands that he obeys with increasing pressure.
I moan as each pass sends another surge of electricity through me. Over and over, harder and harder, and just when I’m about to beg, he slips his fingers beneath the lace.
I burn at the rush and widen my legs for him. My tight dress rides up, giving him full access as his fingers rub and play.
“Val,” I gasp out.
“Yeah?”
“Never stop touching me.”
His soft laugh is everything. “You got it,” he murmurs against my lips.
He’s a liar, though, because suddenly he’s gone. So is his touch, and I’m about to protest when the wet heat of his tongue takes over.
Oh!
I arch back as the streaks of fire burning through me become scorching waves. Soon I’m drowning in sensation, the room fading around me as I climb higher and higher. It feels so good. Everything, right there. Just… a… little…
Explosive stars shatter me into oblivion. I can’t breathe as surge after surge of intense pleasure make it impossible to move. Aftershocks quiver through me for several seconds, my body buzzing even as my stiff limbs relax into trembling mush.
“Holy bananas,” I mumble.
Val laughs and crawls up to hover over me again. “That okay?”
I tug his head down for a soft, tender kiss.
“Can I tell you a secret?” I say, pulling back.
“What’s that?”
I run my thumb over his cheek, searching his pretty eyes.
“In a cage match I’d put my money on the slug, not the snail.”
His eyes widen for a second before he chokes out a laugh and drops his forehead to my shoulder.
21—INDIANAPOLIS (ROOM 437)
VAL
“Okay, what?!” I snap at Chad as I pull on my jeans.
“Nooothiiiing,” he draws out.
“There’s obviously something.”
Know how I know that? Because he’s been acting weird since he returned from the club last night. He was weird while I got ready for bed. He was weird while I was trying to maintain a safe distance on the king mattress to sleep. He was weird while taking down his fairy lights at 5:30 this morning, and now he’s being weird while following me around as I get ready.
“Chad. Seriously, dude, just tell me what’s up.”
He releases a sigh. “Fine. But you have to promise not to do anything rash like start a survivalist cult or mass produce genetically modified tomatoes that mess with people’s immune systems.”
Right… um…
“Pretty sure I can restrain myself from… that.”
