Page 113 of Finding Delaware

“Huckslee? Baby, stay with me.” I shake his shoulder, but he still doesn’t acknowledge me, clearly on the verge of a major freakout.

So I do the only thing I can think of to bring him back to me.

Sliding a palm around the back of his neck, I draw us together and bring his lips to mine.

At first, it doesn’t work.

His mouth is firmly shut, lips pressed together, but I keep kissing and swiping with my tongue until his jaw softens. That dazed look in his eyes fades, a slow building heat taking its place when his lips finally ease open, granting me access. And as our tongues touch for the first time in years, pulling a moan out of him, a flame inside of me flares to life.

He relaxes onto me, fingers running through my hair as he deepens the kiss, tongues tangling desperately. His teeth sink into my bottom lip as my hands slip beneath the hem of his shirt, smoothing over the stiff muscles of his back. Our hips grind together, his cock already hard and pressing into mine with a friction that sends sparks of pleasure up my spine.When his lips leave mine to trail a line of kisses down my jaw, I gasp, melting under the flame of his touch.

It’s not enough. Need more.

“Taylor,” he groans against my throat, nipping at my skin. “I want to feel you. Please.”

Great minds think alike.

My shaking fingers fly to the buttons on his flannel between us, frantically trying to undo them. They’re small, slippery, and I have no fucking patience right now, so I grip the shirt and yank it apart with a growl. Buttons go flying as it parts down the middle, and a grin cracks across Huckslee’s face when my hands slide up his bare chest and down his shoulders, pushing the shirt away. His own fingers press into the holes along the side of my tank top before he rips it off my body, too, and I can’t help but roll my eyes at him.

“Really? I destroy your shirt, so you destroy mine?”

“Give and take, baby.” He’s back against my body in an instant, our bare chests now flush as our mouths find each other again, and my stomach somersaults at the word he just called me.

Baby. I’m baby.

A giddiness envelopes me as I suck on his lips, running my nails over his skin, earning a hiss and a bite in reward. Huck’s eyes are bright and present with lust, but there’s still a haze in them that has me pulling back from him, unsure.

He goes still, brows wrinkling as he stares down at me, breathing heavily. “What’s wrong?”

Swallowing hard, I bite my lip. “You’re still drunk, Huckslee.”

A smile slowly pulls at his lips as he leans down to run his tongue along my nipple, the sensation shooting straight to my already aching cock. “Worried about taking advantage of me, Tay?”

“Uh, I mean, kinda.”Not really.

He laughs, rolling the sensitive skin in between his teeth, and I moan as I rock my hips, needing to feel him everywhere. His palms run up and down my abs, forcing a yelp out of me, followed by a chuckle as I bat his hands away.

“Ticklish.”

Groaning, he drags his mouth back up to mine. “I forgot about that. You know how hard it’s gonna be not to touch your stomach? Your abs are sexy as fuck.”

I kiss him greedily, savoring the taste like it’s the last time I’ll get to have it. With Huckslee, you never know when that’ll be the case. He’s made a habit of disappearing, and that fact alone should stop me in my tracks, but it only fuels the inferno blazing under my skin. Burning up for the man on top of me who I’ve denied myself for so long.

And I’m sick of fighting it. Fighting him.

So damn sick and tired that I wrap my arms around his neck and thrust up into him desperately.

“Can I...” He presses a line of soft kisses along my throat. “Can I touch you, baby?”

There’s a waver in his voice that makes my heart clench, the uncertainty in it, so I take his hand and push it down to the painfully hard bulge in my jeans. “Please, Huck. I need it.”

His fingers work the button expertly, popping it open to lower my zipper, releasing the pressure on my cock. He palms it over my briefs, rubbing me as he slides down to take mynipple in between his teeth again, and I buck against him, moaning, pleading for more. He grins wickedly, so fucking gorgeous with his curls tousled from my hands. As he sits up and hooks a finger into my waistband, though, the smile fades from his face when he stares down at me. Blinking.

Uh oh.

“Blondie,” he whispers, lips pursing, and I follow his line of vision to my briefs, where a smear of lipstick is smudged smack in the middle of my crotch.

“We didn’t—” My eyes fly to his face. “Nothing happened, Huck. I couldn’t get it up. She tried, but...all I could think about was you.”

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