Page 81 of Make Me Want it Too

It’s still warm out, but there’s a misty breeze coming up off the water and the sun is getting lower, just dipping to the treetops, elongating all the shadows.

I’m almost out of breath when the next song stops. We’re in the center of the floor again. Eyes are probably all over us. But I’m only looking at Wood. And he’s only looking at me.

I place my hand on his cheek and lift to my tiptoes. There’s a little voice in the back of my mind, feeding all my fears. What if he doesn’t get the hint and you’re left hanging? Sad and pathetic. What if he doesn’t even want to kiss you? You’re asking for too much. You’re being needy. He’s doing this because he’s a nice guy. He doesn’t actually like you. Not like that.

And for a second, I’m afraid he’s going to reject me.

But he doesn’t. His lopsided grin appears almost instantly along with his little dimple and he bends to meet me halfway and then his mouth is on mine.

Our lips entwine as he cinches his arms around my waist so that I’m pressed firmly against him. I open my mouth to him, and his exhale of breath as he slips his tongue inside is sweet and soft. Almost desperate.

He kisses me slowly. Long, deep strokes of his tongue against mine. Leisurely. People exit the dance floor around us as new couples enter. A new song begins. We don’t dance.

His fingers play at my back, and he moans when I suck his bottom lip between my teeth. He pushes his hips forward as he plunges his tongue back inside to rub against mine, his erection conspicuous against my stomach.

“Should we go back to the room?” he asks, panting, lips puffy from kissing.

“It’s still early,” I say, just as breathless.

His hand tightens on my hip. “I can’t wait.”

We leave immediately. He whisks me out of the garden, his arm around my waist, sliding down. Down to my hip. Down, grazing the top of the curve of my bottom.

Up the lawn and into the house. By the time we make it to the stairs to go up to our room, his hand is hot, full-on cupping my butt, and I’m short of breath. I can feel the flush in my chest and cheeks. Tingling between my legs. Nervous excitement swirling in my stomach.

Halfway up the staircase, Wood squeezes my butt at the same time he brushes his lips at my temple, and a jolt of electricity goes straight to my core. My heartbeat focused right between my thighs, pulsing with desire for him already.

“I need you right now,” he growls through his teeth.

Before I can comprehend what he’s doing, he’s lying down on the stairs in front of me. He shimmies down between my legs and grips my thighs, my feet spread on different steps.

“Wood, what are you?—?”

He arches up under my dress, sliding my panties over and starts licking me right there.

I gasp in shock and grab the railing.

Almost everyone is still outside, but there are people walking around downstairs, probably mostly staff, but still.

“Wood—” We should stop, I think, we should go to the room. But his tongue lapping at my pulsing clit feels too good. I can’t form the words.

I’m too busy breathing hard, eyes rolling back, and clutching the railing in case my legs buckle.

Finally, I catch my breath and manage to gasp out, “Wood. Room. Now.”

His fingers dig into my thighs as he sucks my clit between his lips. I slap my hand over my mouth to keep quiet, the urge to cry out a profanity is intense.

Wood pulls back, the wet, sucking sound loud as he releases me from his mouth.

He looks up at me. “Only if you sit on my face.”

“Okay, fine. Yes.” I look over my shoulder to make sure no one has seen anything.

When I turn back, Wood is smirking as he gets up, and then he scoops me up around my hips and hoists me up to his chest.

“I can walk.”

“Your legs were shaking,” he says, carrying me the rest of the way up the stairs and down the hall.

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