Page 12 of Come Back to Me

She clears her throat. “I’m not sure about anything when I’m with you,” she answers, her voice haughty, and it sets my skin on fire.

I unclasp her hands from the chain and tug her off the swing, pulling her against me. When our chests collide, she exhales a shaky breath.

“Me neither,” I admit, as I brush the pad of my thumb over her lips and my eyes devour her. “Does that scare you?”

She shakes her head.

“Because I like how I am when I’m with you.”

“I like you too.” She breathes out a light laugh.

“Good.”

This time, I don’t ask before I lower my lips to hers. I take. And it feels good. It feels better than good. Because I know she wants it. She’s every bit turned on as I am.

I cup the back of her head with my hand. As I sweep my tongue into her mouth, I stretch her neck further. Her own tongue answers eagerly. A soft moan escapes her lips, stirring the craving for her even more. Her arms circle around me, and she kneads her fingertips into my back as I deepen the kiss.

The lust for her burns in my gut with each thrust of her tongue against mine. But when she breaks the kiss and takes my hand, guiding it underneath her blouse, my cock stiffens. In a deliberately unhurried manner, she glides my hand up her smooth ribs. All the while, she gazes at me with dark eyes, glossy with desire.

She shivers underneath my touch, despite her leading the way. And when my hand skims the lacey fabric of her brassiere, saliva pools in my mouth.

She sucks in a breath.

“Is…is this okay?” I pant, my eyes flitting over the part of her my hand is fondling. My imagination is running wild, thinking about how incredible she must look beneath her clothing.

Nodding, she says, “I want you to touch me.”

God, I think I’ve died and gone to Heaven. Where did this girl come from?

I lean in and kiss her again, and when I do, I slide my thumb underneath the fabric of her bra and tease a nipple. She gasps, and I nearly come unhinged.Fuck.

I want more of her.

I wantallof her.

But not like this. Not tonight.

Gliding my hand back out of her shirt, I break the kiss. “I want you…so bad…but?—”

She exhales. “But it’s time to get me home,” she says regretfully.

“Correct.”

“Fine,” she says, but it comes out sounding pouty. “I suppose we do have all summer.”

I take her hand in mine, and we stroll through the park.

“I can’t wait,” I say, trying not to sound too eager but worried I’ve failed because she flashes me an adorable grin.

Staying holed up in that cabin with her sounds like an unimaginable dream.

The drive back to Giana’s house is quiet. Though the sexual tension in the car is blaring.

She lets me hold her hand as we walk up the steps and onto the porch.

“We’re still going to the bank tomorrow, right?” she asks.

“Are you kidding? I wouldn’t miss it.”

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