Page 105 of The Way We Touch

“You’re such a caveman.” Leaning closer, I pull his ear with my teeth, humming a happy noise. “Love me like nobody’s watching.”

“I’m going to love you so hard everyone will know.” His hands grip my thighs under the tiered skirt of my dress, and heat is in my veins. “They just won’t have pictures.”

Our mouths unite, and his tongue invades, possessive and hungry like always. He carries me to the sofa to sit, pulling the straps of my dress down my arms.

My breasts spill out, and he groans, lifting and squeezing them, covering my body with kisses. I wiggle out of my top, reaching for the buttons on his shirt, quickly unfastening them so I can slide my fingers over his chest.

His cock is hard in his jeans, and I rock my body over it, feeling the heat rising. His hands slide to my bare ass, and he groans a swear. Rolling me so my back is on the cushions, he lifts my knee before burying his face between my legs.

“Oh, fuck,” I gasp, threading my fingers in his hair.

Fire blazes through my veins with every pass of his tongue over my clit, and it’s not long before I’m soaked and aching for him. He’s on his knees looking down at me, blue eyes dark with desire, and I watch as he unfastens his jeans, releasing his erection.

Pushing up onto my elbows, I wrap my fingers around his shaft, holding it to my lips and tracing my tongue around the mushroom tip. His dick jumps, and he exhales a low groan, sliding his fingers lightly along my jaw.

I take him as far as I can, bobbing my head and sliding my hand to meet it. His hips rise and he groans. His fingers curl in the side of my hair, twisting tighter, until he lifts me onto his lap.

“I need to be inside you.” It’s a rough, animalistic order.

My knees are beside him on the couch and my breasts flatten against his chest as I ride him. I lift onto my knees, sliding all the way to his tip, almost out, then I drop again.

His head drops back and he jerks with a loud groan. It sends a charge of orgasm racing through my core, and I do it again. Large hands grip my ass, and he starts to move me up and down.

Our movements are feverish, and I’m lost in the sensations swimming in my veins. Sweat trickles down his cheek, and I kiss it. Salt is on my tongue, and I curl it into his mouth.

He groans into my kiss, and his hips rise off the couch. The hair on his chest tickles my sensitive nipples, and my second orgasm grows tighter in my core.

“Fuck, Dylan, I’m coming.” His body jerks, and he drives deeper.

It’s so deep, his cock strikes a place that fires orgasm through my veins. My eyes squeeze, and my body stiffens. My back arches, I’m jumping faster on his lap, doing everything I can to get more of the sensation.

His fingers tickle my ass, and his stomach shudders. “Oh, God, Dylan.”

I’m in another world, doing my best to keep going as my body gradually finishes, as the spasming of my muscles subsides.

Falling forward on his chest, my body is limp, and I start to giggle.

“What?” A grin is in his tone.

“I think I just rode the lightning.”

We both start to laugh, and he wraps his strong arms around me. My face is tucked against his chest, our hearts beat in time, and I guess we’re both dangerous.

“Nobody interviewed me.” Maddy crosses her arms roughly. “I’d have told them what a wonderful person you are, and how you’re exactly Logan’s type.”

“Aw, you’re sweet to me.”

We’re both wearing our navy jerseys with big red numbers on the front. Hers is 18 for Charlie—who I don’t call Johnson. I’m in my Number 12, and we’re standing in the glassed-in box together overlooking the field.

“It’s just the truth. The only reason they went after you is because you’re interesting. Models are all the same. They have to have mass appeal, so they can’t be too spicy.”

She gives me a wink, and I smile. “Thanks, Mads. You’re the best.”

“Us girls have to look out for each other.”

A small group of people are with us, including Charlie’s parents, and we have snacks and drinks. I’m holding a beer, and I’m a little nervous not to be hiding behind my lucky pole.

But I’m determined to be strong for this game. I’m going to smile and cheer and wave and give Logan our signal.

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