Page 70 of The Sweet Spot

“That’s right.” I wiggle my eyebrows. “And you fell right into my trap.”

We share a smile, allowing the moment to mellow despite his massive erection. Frankly, I’m seconds away from going old school and riding him until we’re both satisfied—even with our clothes on. It’s all I can do to just leave it alone.

The longer I look at him, the more I feel like I’m falling into his eyes. It’s a feeling I don’t want to escape. Maybe he feels the same way because he caresses my face with aching softness. And, wrapping his fingers around the back of my neck, he pulls me in for another dizzying kiss.

Luca

Iwake up in increments: the feel of fleece against my feet, the sound of soft breathing, muted, morning sunlight glowing through the curtains. Wren’s asleep beside me, curled up beneath the blankets we passed out under last night.

Just the sight of her makes my dick throb like a freaking fourteen-year-old pervert.

I can’t remember the last time I made out with someone until falling asleep. I drink in the sight of her, taking advantage of the fact she’s not awake. Her delicate, almost-upturned nose and the faint constellation of freckles sprinkled across it. That dimple I’ve always liked, even more apparent when she laughed last night. The dainty gold necklace she always wears. She touches the small bird hanging from it all the time, a nervous tic maybe. I peer at it now, realizing it’s probably a wren.

Fascinating, but not as fascinating as her breasts. I glance at the shape of them, tempted to slide her sweater up so I can suck one of those soft, pink nipples into my mouth. Last night they’d hardened beneath my handsbefore yielding like ripe berries beneath my tongue.

This isn’t helping the situation in my boxers. Yawning, I sit up and run my hands through my hair. I spy our jeans, tangled in a heap in the corner of the room, next to one of my socks. Shaking my head in amusement, I slide carefully out of bed and pad to the bathroom.

When I come back, she’s stirring, her wild nest of waves glinting copper in the morning light. “Hey, you,” she says, her voice husky with sleep. Sexy.

Returning to bed, I run my hand down her soft belly and between her legs, which she clamps shut.

“I have to pee.” She giggles, pulling me closer and pushing me away at the same time. “Why are you all minty? Did you brush your teeth?” She scoots from underneath me, her sweater barely covering that cute little ass as she escapes. “I’ll be right back!”

Grinning, I watch her scamper off. That’s how you know a girl’s the real deal—when she’s just as appealing in the morning. Wren’s long, messy hair and smudged eye makeup just make me want to take her down and keep her in bed all damn day.

She comes back moments later, smiling shyly, and climbs back into bed with me. “I used your mouthwash.”

“That’s what I used, too. I didn’t brush.”

“I couldn’t have you all minty and fresh while I was gross,” she chides, side-eyeing me.

“There is nothing gross about you,” I say, pulling her onto me so she’s straddling me. I know she feels my erection. She shifts, her lips parting asher eyes gloss over. “Trust me.”

“Good to know.” She smiles slowly, anchoring her hands on my chest. “I guess we slept together without sleeping together, huh?”

“Guess so.” Reaching up, I brush her hair from her eyes. “What should we do now?”

“I don’t know.” She glances over at the door that leads to the hallway. “Is anybody else home? Want me to make breakfast?”

“Not really hungry right now.” As endearing as it is that she wants to make me breakfast in my own house, my stomach isn’t calling the shots right now. Sitting up, I gather her closer and kiss her properly, filling her sweet little mouth with my tongue.

She murmurs her approval, wrapping her arms around my neck. Dancing my tongue around hers, I lower my hands to her ass and squeeze it, pulling her down hard on to my dick. It’s a horny move, but I’m a horny guy, and I feel like coming. Even if we’re not going to fuck.

We kissed last night until we were delirious, shedding pants and socks so we could be closer, but it never quite came to this. Between talking and the novelty of kissing, and knowing we’d just been on our first date, it just never went there. But things feel different this morning. Maybe it’s my morning wood, or the fact I’m rested. Maybe it’s Wren’s barely awake, highly suggestible state. Whatever it is, it’s turning me on, feeling the heat build between this perfect girl’s thighs, imagining how wet she’s getting as she squirms and moans.

Her breathing quickens. Reaching a hand up under her sweater, I close my hand around one of her soft, firm tits and squeeze. I rub my thumb over her nipple, rolling it between my fingers until she moans, tossing her headback. More than happy to give her a dose of last night’s vamp medicine, I clamp down on her neck and suck.

She squeals, fighting to extricate herself from my grip, but I hold tight. Acquiescing slightly, I lick the dark spot I’ve just made. “I haven’t done that since high school,” I whisper, grinning.

“Me neither.” She grins, working my elastic free. My hair falls loose, and she runs her fingers through it.

Few things feel better than having someone run their fingers through your hair, and when Wren scratches her nails against my scalp, my eyes nearly roll to the back of my head. Pulling her chin down, I kiss her again, moving her over me until she starts to ride on her own. I want her to find her pleasure on my dick, even if I can’t be inside her.

And I can’t, not yet. Not like this. The setting might seem right, but the timing isn’t, and Wren’s the kind of girl I need to take my time with. We’ve only just crossed this line. I need to know I’m not taking anything from her. She needs to give herself to me.

But then she moans, palming my cheeks as she kisses me back. “Luca…” She’s getting sloppy, a probable sign she’s close to coming.

“You’re so warm,” I murmur against her mouth, feeling the friction build for me, too. “You feel…so good.”

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