Page 23 of Faking the Play

She shrugged and took a bite of cheese. “Sometimes. I liked checking in to see how you guys were doing.”

I bumped my arm against hers. “You just wanted to check us out in our tight pants.”

She laughed. “Busted.”

We continued laughing and joking like that while we ate. It was strange, how easy things were with her. In some ways, it felt like we were kids again.

Then her leg brushed against mine and a jolt of pure lust hit me hard enough to remind me that we were definitelynotkids anymore. Judging by the way she sucked in a breath, she felt it too.

I’d already kissed her, but it was the sort of thing we could write off as part of our pretending. Ethan’s kiss had been part of a game, but more intentional than mine. Logan was the only one of us who’d had the balls to flat-out say that he wanted to kiss her.

She started breathing faster as her eyes met mine, and the moment her tongue darted out to wet her lips, I was done. Curling my fingers around the back of her neck, I pulled her to me. If she told me to stop, I would, but my gut said that she wanted this as much as I did.

Kissing her felt like the Fourth of July and my birthday and Christmas all rolled into one. Her tongue lightly touched my lips, and I tilted my head, deepening the kiss. Her hands were on my chest as I explored her mouth, nails biting into my skin even through my T-shirt.

Fuck, I wanted those nails on bare skin, wanted her to mark me up so everyone would know how good I could make her feel.

The hand I’d had on her waist moved up until my thumb brushed against the side of her breast. She moaned, which may have been the sexiest sound I’d ever heard in my life, and thenshifted to give me better access. No way in hell was I going to turn down that invitation.

It was my turn to groan when I covered her breast with my hand. I was right. They were absolutely the perfect size. Even through her bra and her shirt, I felt her nipple hardening against my palm. My dick strained against my zipper, but I ignored it. Just being allowed to feel her like this would be good enough.

The moment she dropped one of her hands to my lap, just resting on the bulge there, I muttered a curse and prayed I wouldn’t embarrass myself by coming in my pants like some teenager who’d just felt his first boob.

Then she pulled back, stepping away from the table, and I braced myself for the “this was a mistake” conversation. Instead, her eyes darted down to my crotch for a moment before coming back to my face.

“Please tell me you have a condom.”

I stared at her. “What?”

“A condom.” She shimmied out of her shorts and gave me another reason to be speechless. “Unless you don’t need one. I mean, I’m clean and I’m on the pill. Jason and I always used—”

“Stop.” The order burst out of me, startling us both. “I don’t want to hear that asshole’s name. Not when I’m gonna make you scream mine.”

Her eyes went wide. “Oh.”

I let all the lust and want and need coursing through me show on my face as I ran my eyes down and back up her body, pausing at her simple pale blue panties each time. She’d already tied the long-sleeved shirt she’d been wearing around her waist a little earlier, which meant, if we did this right, no one who happened to look this way would see anything.

Well, they’d be able to figure out we were fucking, because I meant what I said about making her scream my name, but they wouldn’t see anything important.

“If you want to stop, say the word,” I said. “Otherwise, get your ass over here and ride my cock.”

Her eyes went even darker, like the sky at midnight, nearly black. Then I opened my shorts to pull out my aching cock, and she made a strangled sort of sound.

“No underwear?”

I smirked at her. “You should try it sometime.”

She lifted her chin a bit as she came over to me. “Maybe I will.”

Putting her hands on my shoulders for balance, she climbed onto my lap, a knee on either side of my thighs. My hands automatically went to her hips, her bare skin searing mine. Without taking her eyes from mine, she reached down, adjusting, and then wrapped her fingers around me. Part of me wanted to watch my cock disappear inside her, but I couldn’t look away from her gaze.

The tip brushed against soft skin as she got me into position and then lowered herself until the first inch was inside.

“Fuck, Lia,” I ground out, electricity racing across every nerve in my body. “You feel so good.”

“Not so bad yourself,” she said breathlessly. She leaned forward, resting her forehead against mine, and eased herself down again, making it halfway before she paused, panting as a shudder ran through her. “Too fucking big.”

Maybe it made me an ass, but I definitely liked hearing that.

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