Page 88 of The Longshot

“How did it make you feel?” I look up at him, nestling our faces in close. I can’t tell if this heat between us is coming from me or him, or worse… both of us.

“Take a guess,” he hums against my lips, tempting me with his touch.

I suck in the air consumed by his scent. The answer is obvious, but this game… it’s addicting.

“Nervous?” I say, hoping it’s the wrong answer just so that we can keep on playing.

His lips curl into a smile as they rest against mine. It’s the only clarity I need.

“That’s right,” he tells me. “You make me nervous, Chelsie. You always have.” He gently tugs on my bottom lip with his teeth. “And I think you always will.”

All at once, my hands begin to clam up. My legs go weak, and by now, my heart is beating so fast that I’m confident I’m about to break a world record.

I refuse to believe that any of these responses are the result of nerves. The truth is, when I’m with Gary, I’m not nervous. I’m far from it. I feel safe with him—assured, but most of all, tempted…

Not only does Gary make me want to hop over fences, he makes me want to dismantle everyone I’ve ever put up, and right now, I don’t care that it’s pitch black and that we’re completely trespassing on private property. The point is we’re doing it together, and fuck… it’s exhilarating.

I refuse to say another word. I can’t. Because saying something else would take away too much time from crashing my lips into his.

It’s the only way to respond.

It takes seconds for me to seamlessly lose myself in the power of his touch, and before I know it, after seeking my approval, Gary picks me up, wraps both of my legs around his waist, and walks us over to one of the benches to firmly take a seat.

“Are you sure this is okay?” he asks, squeezing onto my hips as I straddle his lap. It’s criminal the way he stiffens beneath me as I grind into his below.

I nod desperately, aching to kiss him again, but he stops me with a finger against my lips. “Words, baby girl.” The moonlight reflects in his eyes as he looks up at me and without even needing to question it, I know he’s just come up with my newest and most favorite nickname of all. “I need words. Tell me, is this okay? Because if it’s not, we’ll stop. I swear it..”

“It’s okay,” I tell him, practically starving at this point. “It’s more than okay, Gary.”

He groans into me as his hands find their way beneath my dress, kissing me slowly as his fingertips drag up the bare of my thighs, and just when he’s about ready to grab onto my ass, he stops… hesitates.

“You can touch me.” I tilt his chin upwards in reassurance. “Don’t be afraid.” I take the liberty to move his hands up for him. “Touch me.”

“Christ,” he says into my mouth, massaging my ass in the process without a second delay.

His touch is euphoric.

“Are you wearing a thong, Chelsie?” The answer to his question is downright obvious. Of course I am. His fingertips are practically interlaced within it.

“Maybe,” I tease into his mouth. “Why? Is that a problem, Captain?”

He groans in delight, only tugging me in closer. “You mean to tell me that all dinner long you sat beside me in nothing but a pretty little thong…” he whines into my lips.

Heat engulfs between my thighs.

“So what if I did?”

He scoffs in amusement, and it only turns me on that much more. “You know how fucking naughty that is, Chelsie?” He buries his lips into my neck. “Fuck baby girl, that’s so. Fucking. Naughty.”

I lose track of my hands as they disappear within his messy hair and tug at his roots as we naturally fall back into each other's lips, only this time his hands have found their way to trailing up my spine.

“Fuck. Are you trying to kill me?” Gary hisses, reality dawning on him like the devious smirk that washes over his mouth.

“What?” I play dumb, kissing slowly along his neck as he pulls his hand out from under my dress. “What’s the problem now, huh?”

He flashes me a tempting look. “Don’t act all innocent. You know what the problem is.” He’s harder than a rock as I slowly drag my hands down his chest, feeling not only the firmness of his abdomen but the tensity beneath his trousers. “Where is your bra?”

“Oh? Is it not there?” I lick my lips, tilting my head to the side as I flash him a tempting look. “Whoops. I must’ve forgotten to put one on…”

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