Page 57 of Holding On

"I decided to stop by. Is that okay?" She's smiling, already knowing the answer from the big-ass grin on my face.

"Get over here." I grab her hand and pull her down for a kiss. It's only been a day since I kissed her but I'm finding that's way too long.

"Ethan," she laughs, backing away. "I need to shut the door." She closes it and we go to the couch.

As I transfer myself from the chair to the couch, I notice Becca staring at my abs. I'm not wearing a shirt.

"What are you looking at?" I laugh a little as I see her eyes quickly dart back to my face.

"Why aren't you wearing a shirt?"

"Because I was hot. And I wasn't expecting company."

"I should've called first."

"You don't need to call. You can stop by anytime."

We look at each other and I feel the tension between us building. The attraction. Like a bubble waiting to burst. And then it does. We launch at each other at the same time, bumping noses as we kiss.

"Sorry." She laughs.

Gently holding her head, I kiss her again, this time slower, feeling the softness of her lips against mine.

"Maybe I shouldn't tell you this," she says as we kiss, "but I've been thinking about this all day."

"About what?" I ask.

"Kissing you." She smiles over my mouth. "That's so embarrassing. I don't know why I told you that."

"You don't have to be embarrassed. I like that you're honest like that. And for the record, I've been thinking about it too." I lift her up, wanting her on my lap.

She resists, sitting up on her knees. "I can't. The dress is too short. It'll rip."

I slide my hands under the hem of her dress and inch it up her thighs. "Try it now."

She smiles and lifts herself over my lap, her dress inching up even more. I can't see her panties but knowing they're right up against my shorts, against my crotch, is making me hard as steel.

She softly moans as I kiss her. I unbutton her dress until her bra is exposed. This time she's wearing a yellow one and I shove one side down and lower my mouth over her breast. Her head tilts back and she breathes out my name, her hand gripping my neck as her hips rock, rubbing herself against me.

Shit, this girl's gonna kill me. I want to be with her so bad. I haven't had sex for almost two months and I've never been this turned on.

Her phone rings and she sighs.

"You need to get that?" I ask.

"Maybe." She checks to see who's calling. "It's my brother." She answers the call and says, "I stopped by Ethan's on my way home. I'll be there soon." She nods. "Yeah, bye." She ends the call and puts her phone away. "I should probably go."

"Do you have to?"

"No, but I should. Otherwise..." She gets off my lap. "Things will happen."

"And you don't want that?"

"I don't know. I mean, I do, but..." She starts buttoning up her dress. "I don't know. For now, I don't think we should go there."

She turns to leave but I hold her arm. "Is it because you don't trust me? Because I swear, I don't cheat. If I'm exclusive with someone, she's the only one."

She hesitates. "I just think we should take it slow. There's no rush, right?"

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