Page 68 of Pretty Dependable

My dick jumps in excitement, and despite the invitation, I hold my position. “Are you sure? I don’t want to pressure you.”

Leaning forward, she presses her chest to mine and rocks against my hard cock. “Oh, I’m very sure. I’ve been sure for a while now, but didn’t want to come on too strong,” she says, that familiar blush creeping up her neck.

The urge to roll my hips, to seek out that amazing friction our bodies create, is strong, but I hold still a little longer. “I’m pretty sure that’s not possible, El. You know I want you, right? I’ve had a thing for you since high school, but that doesn’t mean we have to take this any farther than you’re ready to take it.”

She rocks her hips again, and I’m unable to stop the groan. Pleasure races through my veins from the contact. Her fingers flex, her nails biting into my shirt and digging at my flesh. If it were possible for clothes to evaporate into thin air, now would be the time for it to happen. We’re lined up perfectly, our bodies on fire with desire. I can see the light pink hue of her skin darkening as lust sweeps through her. Hell, I can see the hard peaks of her nipples pressing against the loose-fitting sweatshirt, causing my mouth to water for one little taste.

“TD?” She holds my gaze as she leans in and whispers, “I’m ready.”

Chapter Nineteen

Ellie

I barely get the words out of my mouth, and I’m moving. That quickly, I went from straddling TD's lap to being flat on my back, his broad, hard body pressing me into the couch.

“Say it again, El,” he whispers, nuzzling my neck with his nose.

Wrapping my legs around his waist, I murmur, “I’m ready, TD.”

He starts to lower his mouth to mine but pauses just before we connect. “If at any point you want to stop, just say the word.”

“If you don’t quit stopping, I’m going to scream,” I tell him bluntly, earning me a crooked grin.

“We don’t want that now, do we?” he asks, moving his face into the crook of my neck once more. His lips slide along my skin, causing any response I may have had to vacate my brain. All I can think about—all I can feel—is how amazing his mouth is.

As his mouth moves to my jaw, I hitch my ankles over his hips. The movement causes my legs to fall open and a flood of sensations to strike my core. I’ve been ready for this moment for a while, patiently waiting for those intoxicating kisses to become something more, and now that it has, it’s better than I could have possibly imagined.

And we still have our clothes on.

Any thought or worry about making out with one of my best friends doesn’t even flit through my brain. He’s been far more than just a friend for weeks now, and with each passing day, I start to feel myself fall deeper for the man I’ve always known was amazing yet was too scared to act on it. Well, not anymore. I’m taking what he’s offering, what I want, for the first time in my life.

This just feels right.

My hands push up his long-sleeved T-shirt, exposing those hard muscles and taut skin beneath. His mouth finally claims mine as my fingertips explore his flesh. He’s so warm, his skin surprisingly soft, as I caress. I even slide my hands up his chest and over his pecs, despite him caging me into the couch. My fingers dance over the spot where I know his tattoo is inked, and even though my mouth is occupied, my mouth waters to cover that spot with my tongue.

I can’t seem to get enough of him.

When he rips his lips from mine, he asks, “What do you think about removing some of these clothes?”

“I think that’s a brilliant idea,” I state, my breathing labored and coming out in fast pants.

TD sits up to help me remove my sweatshirt, his eyes dropping to my breasts the moment he throws it on the floor. I can feel the familiar blush burning my skin, but I don’t shy away and hide. Not from him.

Instead, I push his shirt up, hoping he takes my cue and removes the shirt completely. He reaches behind his head and pulls the shirt off in this incredibly sexy way that makes my mouth go dry and my core flood with wetness. If I were to try that, I’d be so tangled in the material, it’d never come off.

“Better?” he asks, lying back down and covering me with his body once more.

“This doesn’t feel wrong,” I whisper, only realizing it wasn’t just in my head when he kisses my neck and glides his right hand down my bare side.

“Nope. Feels very fucking right, El.”

I mewl as my own hands grip his back, exploring the muscles and valleys of his body like Magellan. My mouth finds his shoulder and lightly traces the ridges, my tongue wanting to get in on the action too. I can’t help but wonder how it will feel to trace other muscles with the tip of my tongue. A shiver sweeps through my body at the thought.

“El?”

My lips don’t want to leave his body. “Hmm?”

He pulls back and meets my gaze. “I want to taste you.”

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