Page 50 of Counting Quarters

The question was: was he brave enough to go along, or would his fear stop him from experiencing something amazing?

I gnawed on my lip, waiting to see which side won out. His brows were pinched together as he warned with himself, and I could feel every emotion pass through him as my words dug their way in.

When I was sure he was going to send me up the stairs with my pride ripped to shreds, his hand reached into the space between us and firmly cupped my chin, tilting my head up so he could easily place his lips against my ear.

“There's no turning back after this,” he quietly warned.

“Good,” I countered stubbornly.

His lips were back on mine then, desperate and needy. He'd finally given in to the temptation, and now it was his desire that consumed him. I could sense it wafting off him like waves against the shore.

I backed him into the couch and shoved him down so my legs could straddle his hips. His hands were everywhere, running along my spine, slipping into the back of my pants, caressing my thighs. One of them unhooked my bra while the other cradled my head, all while never breaking our kiss.

When he cupped my breast, I stifled a moan, which only encouraged him to continue further. I ground my hips into him, along his erection.

Clothes.

We had too many clothes between us.

I eased away from him and stripped my shirt off, then threw it over my shoulder as he lowered his mouth onto my nipple. My hands raked through his hair and scratched down the back of his shirt, reminding him he was still fully dressed. He grabbed the collar of his shirt and yanked it over his head, then bucked his hips forward, driving himself against me harder, so that he could unbuckle his belt and loosen his pants.

In a few sloppy movements, we were each finally undressed. Kyle offered one last chance for us to end this before it was too late, but I refused. We were already too far gone.

He lifted me into his arms and carried me to his room, then gently laid me on the neatly made king-sized bed. I made a mental note to look around when we were finished, far too curious to see the space he slept in.

But now? Now I was too focused on watching the way his abs flexed as he climbed into the bed and paused, his face grinning between my legs.

He put a hand on each thigh and pushed them farther apart, slowly inching them down toward my heated center. I propped myself up on my elbows and watched as he swiped a finger through my folds, and then placed it into his mouth. Tasting me.

“So sweet,” he moaned, then leaned forward and made the same path with his tongue.

I jerked forward, farther into his mouth, and a low chuckle vibrated on my groin at the reaction. He continued rubbing his tongue against me, eventually pushing his finger inside, testing.

I threw my head back when he added another, grinding against his face. When the waves of pleasure began rolling in, I didn't bother muffling the moans that escaped my lips in fast, desperate breaths. They only encouraged him.

Once my heart settled and the high was gone, I looked back down at Kyle's face between my legs and the embarrassment crept in at how quickly I came undone from his touch. He hadn't even been inside of me yet and I was already completely unraveled.

But the heated look in his eyes injected me with another dose of adrenaline. I watched as he climbed up my body, and my center immediately began pulsing again at the predatory gleam he wore as he positioned himself over me and hovered there, his chin still soaked from my juices.

“You're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen,” he whispered against my lips.

He didn't give me a chance to respond before his mouth was back on mine, forcing me to taste the tanginess of my own arousal. His tongue darted into my mouth in the same motion he'd just used between my legs, and I grew even needier for more of him.

My hands gripped his hips and forced his erection against me. He bit down into my lip to chastise me for being impatient, but reached between us to align himself with my already-dripping center.

Within one breath, he was inside me. He stilled, allowing me a moment to adjust to his size before he pulled out and repeated the motion.

I ran my nails up and down his back as he found a rhythm, pumping into me as he kissed all along my shoulder, my neck, my jaw. He leaned farther down and took my nipple into his mouth, gently sucking before moving onto the other.

It was an overwhelming stimulation of multiple senses at once, and far sooner than I was ready, I felt the buildup of another orgasm coming. He moved his hands back to either side of my head and drove into me harder, determined to fall over the edge with me this time.

And he did.

It was like we were free-falling into the night sky together. Blasts of starlight appeared and exposed behind my eyes. I was floating and grounded at the same time. It was so similar to the moment I felt my gifts activating—an otherworldly experience that felt so much bigger than me or him.

His name escaped my lips as I cried out, feeling him deep in my soul. Whatever this was, it was intoxicating. Addicting. I'd stay here in this bed and do it over and over again if I could.

But eventually—after quite a bit of time—we floated back down to earth.

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