Page 31 of That Secret Something

Rebecca pulled us closer together with a swoop, so that my hands rested against her chest, while hers firmly gripped my waist. All I could do was look into those beguiling eyes. Up close, the green swirled with hazel and flecks of grey, burning into me, making it difficult to do anything other than fall deeper into them.

My phone slid out of my hand and thudded onto the linoleum floor, but I didn’t even care. All I was concerned about was the way she was looking at me. Her smouldering gaze moved over each part of my face before returning to my eyes.

The air thickened, and everything else fell away, leaving me spell-bound. Did I always breathe so loud?

She wet her lips, drawing my attention to her gorgeous, totally kissable mouth.

I tried to form words. “We should…talk…”

She leaned in and kissed me. A slow kiss that left her tongue tracing my lower lip with so much softness that my whole stomach plummeted. I moaned. She leaned in to do it again and tingles rippled all over my skin.

Dear god.

“We could talk,” she breathed, the air tickling my neck. Her lips captivated me with every word. “We could sit down on this lovely sofa and have a proper conversation.” She leaned in again to suck my bottom lip between her teeth. Gently. Seductively. “Or…we could find something else to do.”

Resting on the back of the sofa, she lifted her thigh and pulled me onto her lap, the pressure so welcome on my clit, I let out a gasp.

Rebecca’s eyes darkened, her lips parting slightly. Our gaze intensified, eye-fucking in every sense of the word. Arousal ached between my legs. Unable to stop myself, I rocked against her thigh, feeling her grip on my waist tighten.

Rebecca bit her lip, a groan rumbling in her chest. “Jess, if you keep doing that, you’re going to leave me with no choice.”

I could already feel how wet I was. All logical thinking had leaped out the window; my brain was being driven solely by how good it felt to have her touch me. “What do you want?” I managed, my attention pinned to her mouth.

She smirked. “Isn’t it obvious?”

I shook my head, and Rebecca took control of my movements, sliding me back and forth along her thigh. The friction sent ripples of pleasure through my core. But all I could do was look at her perfect face. I wanted to see her expression when she answered. To watch the words fall out of her mouth.

“Jess…” Her voice stuck low in her throat, and I loved the way my name sounded with her rasp. She cupped one arm around my waist, holding me against her leg muscle. Her hand brushed against my cheek before swooping behind my neck. Goosebumps erupted over my arms at the thought of kissing her again—at the idea of her hands exploring my body; her fingers dipping inside my underwear and making me come undone.

“Do you want me to tell you?” she asked.

I tried to swallow, my mouth dry. “Mmhmm.”

“You did want to talk, I suppose.” Her fingers traced over my jawline. She took her time, sending a shiver through my system. “Let me spell it out for you, so there’s no confusion.” She planted a kiss on my neck, dragging her lips down over my skin to my collarbone. “I want to kiss you, Jess, leave my mark on you.” She sucked at my pulse point, and I groaned as my insides throbbed.

She lowered her hands over my breasts. My nipples hardened under her touch. Leisurely, she moved her strong hands over my waist, leaving each and every nerve on fire, and cupped my bum. She squeezed it hard, then fisted the material of my playsuit, grinding me back and forth.

I moaned at the contact. The friction rolled pleasure through my abdomen.

“I want to rip these clothes off… Touch every part of your body. To taste you.” Rebecca paused, her stare flitting over my face.

My heart beat hard inside my chest. I couldn’t stand waiting any longer. Could I die from being too turned on?

“Rebecca—”

She pressed a finger to my lips. “I’m not done yet, Grant.”

My eyes narrowed at the nickname, and the corners of her mouth pulled upwards.

She traced my lips with her fingertips. “I want to feel you come undone around my fingers.”

My breath caught in my lungs, and I couldn’t move; I was hooked on her every word.

“I want to have you on this sofa. And that counter. Every place in this apartment.”

My stomach rolled. Oh, fuck. I could feel myself dripping. Does she want me to beg?

Rebecca kissed me, and we melted together. I tangled my hands in her silky hair, desperate to get closer. Desperate for some more friction. I ground myself against her lap, and her tongue slid against mine, soaking my underwear.

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