Page 44 of Make Me Want it Too

CHAPTER 9

MACY

It’s nothing like kissing Spencer.

Wood’s hands are in my hair and he’s devouring me. It’s dizzying.

I don’t know which way is up or down or sideways, nor do I care. I wrap my arms around his neck tight, moving to straddle his lap.

Every time our tongues touch he rewards me with a deep groan and a gentle tug at the roots of my hair. It makes me want to do it more. His mouth is minty fresh, but the scent of his cologne still lingers on his skin, and I like it. I like smelling him and tasting him and touching him.

My core clenches and eases with each breath. I’m hot, liquid, melting on his lap, our chests pressing together. My heart is thumping out of control. I’m lost in the kiss, surrounded by him. Throbbing for him.

He strokes my tongue with his, occasionally sucking my bottom lip between his teeth, eliciting these little whimpers from my lungs I don’t recognize.

I can hardly breathe. I can hardly think.

I break the kiss to catch my breath. I’m panting and hot, my body buzzing with electricity, like it was just shocked back to life.

He’s breathing heavily, too. His lips are dark pink and shiny and how have I never noticed how pretty Wood’s lips are before?

I just made out with Wood.

Holy crap.

And I liked it. A lot.

He presses his lips together then exhales loudly as he runs a hand through his hair. A hand that was fisted in my hair a few moments ago.

“Well,” he says with his easy, lopsided grin, “guess we better get some sleep. We have yoga early tomorrow.”

“Yeah, you’re right.” I smile and nod, swallowing hard.

We look at each other for a second in silence. Is his heart racing like mine is? His blue eyes flick down to my lips, and I think for an instant he might kiss me again. But instead, he gives my shoulder a quick squeeze and then maneuvers under the covers, turning away from me almost immediately.

I guess he wasn’t as affected by the kissing as I was. Maybe he’s just a good kisser. A really good kisser. I’ve never been kissed like that. But maybe it wasn’t anything special to him.

Imagine how he’d kiss someone he was really into.

She’d be lucky.

I really am a mess.

Wood’s already asleep, having rolled onto his back with one hand on his stomach and the other arm bent over his head, breathing softly.

I’m wide awake staring at the ceiling, skin still buzzing. The throbbing between my legs won’t subside.

Now I wish I’d brought my vibrator. I need relief from this, quickly. I didn’t even think about bringing it. I haven’t been in the mood for it in weeks—not that I used it often, anyway. I had to keep it hidden from Spencer. He wouldn’t have approved.

Five o’clock comes way too soon—especially for someone who didn’t fall asleep until after midnight. Orgasmless, I’ll add.

“Who schedules a six a.m. yoga class for other people? I didn’t approve of this.” I turn off my alarm and cover my face with my pillow, groaning.

Wood chuckles and I peek under the pillow at him, sitting in the corner on his computer, already dressed and looking fresh as a daisy.

“How long have you been up?”

“Not long. Just checking some emails.” He closes his laptop and sets it aside.

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