Page 74 of Talk Nerdy To Me
“Why aren’t you wearing pants?” he asks on a breath that sounds like utter frustration, as his hand slides up and down my side in soft grazes.
I suppose he’s now noticed the lacy underwear.
“Because Harley suggested I not wear pants in the house if I wanted to seduce you.”
His lips drag over mine, and his grip on my side grows a little tighter as he presses into me more.
“You can be scared and still be ready,” I go on, leaving it ‘on the table’ as Tria suggested, without putting myself out there for rejection again, even though I’m very close to simply asking again.
He exhales harshly, his grip loosening on my side, as his lips trail up my cheek in soft, feather-light kisses.
When he reaches my ear, he murmurs, “I never stopped to think maybe you hadn’t even worked up to that.” He kisses a spot just under my ear. “First base is kissing, something you definitely feel acquainted with.”
Cognitive functions start failing. I half expect alarm bells to start wailing through the house to warn me of low oxygen levels when he drags the collar of my T-shirt down, stretching it out as his lips press to the small valley between my breasts.
That’s all he does before kissing his way back up my neck. “Second base is a little touching, maybe some heavy petting,” he tells me.
Picturing the way Sean pets Bananas ices some of the haze, since I don’t want to be patted like a dog or cat.
But then his hand slides down my hip, fingers skating across the top of my underwear, before he cups my vagina, giving me more of that incredible pressure.
He bites down on my shoulder, his hand running over the underwear. “So fucking wet,” he murmurs so quietly I almost miss it.
I have no idea what to do because I don’t want to mess anything up right now. So I just nod like I agree.
“It’s the body’s natural reaction to arousal,” I state shakily, as his hand slides over, his fingertips now toying with the edges of the lace around my pubic bone.
Really expecting those alarms to wail loudly any minute now, because I’m fairly certain I’m holding my breath.
“Third base is oral,” he tells me, biting down on my earlobe, then gently soothing the burn by barely teasing me with a graze of his tongue.
“Home is—”
Someone loudly bangs on the door, and I jerk, which causes Base to react. And for some unnatural reason, I squeal. Loudly. Embarrassingly.
Base gives me a comical look, staring down at me.
“Britt!” Dane calls, sounding worried. “You okay?”
“Oh shit,” Base hisses, even as he laughs under his breath.
I have no clue why I panic, or why I don’t tell Dane to wait a minute, or why my heart beats far too fast, or why I attempt to fling myself out from under him, but I do know our legs get tangled, making it impossible to fling myself away, and my head bangs with his when I jerk upright.
Pain explodes through the top of my head on impact, as my vision dims for a brief, cold-sweating second.
“Damn it, I’m sorry,” Base says, cupping my cheeks as his eyes widen when I make a pained sound.
How hard is his head that he doesn’t even act like it hurt?!
“Britt!” Dane calls louder.
“Are you okay?” Base asks seriously, hands still cupping my cheeks as I try to blink the bright spots away, though I swear he’s trying not to laugh.
The door pad starts beeping, like Dane is using his code.
Panic renewed for no logical reason, I dive off the couch, but our bodies are still tangled, so Base is forced to fly off the couch with me.
Somehow he lands under me, and I land on him…with my knee slamming into his—
