Page 62 of So Close

They lined up beside Jake and Tyler and Hannah knelt and bound their legs together. He watched the loop of rope close around their ankles, but his mind was on the press of her body along the length of his. She was warm. She’d been so hot against his hand last night—

If he didn’t quit this line of thinking, there would be another limb in this race. He didn’t want to put the other teams at a disadvantage or anything.

Hannah yelled “3 … 2 … 1 … go!”—startling him out of his thoughts—and he and Auburn took off.

They were a hot mess, laughing too hard to do anything other than yank each other along. Ten feet from the finish line, he tripped and fell, dragging Auburn down on top of him in a heap. She was all silky dress and soft curves and bare thighs and arms entangled with his.

“Oh,” she whispered.

He couldn’t even find enough breath for that short syllable. Not the way she felt. Not with how much he wanted to slide his hand up her leg, push away that pesky dress, and feel more of her bare skin.

“You should—probably get off me. Before I do something that would not be family friendly.”

“You’re already—not very family friendly,” she whispered. “God, Trey,” she said, moving her hip just slightly against him and making him ten thousand kinds of crazy.

“I thought you said you didn’t want—”

“Yeah,” she said. “I did say that. But I changed my mind.”

It took every ounce of self-control he possessed to help her off him and get them both back to standing. Luckily he was so tangled in the layers of his clothes that he was still more or less presentable.

“Like,changed your mindchanged your mind?”

Pink and breathless—which he wanted to think was as much from the full-body contact as the three-legged race—she nodded.

“Is there anywhere around here we could be alone for a few minutes?” he murmured.

“Meet me behind the bike shed.”

The rope had tightened around their legs and was hard to untie. She looked down at it, then up at him. “Never really thought about three-legged races as kinky before,” she whispered, and he hooted a laugh.

Working together, they unbound themselves. She managed to slip away, and he went to join her.

She was leaning against the back of the bike shed. When he rounded the corner, she put her arms out, and he stepped into them. Bent his head and kissed her, a sweet, slow sweep. He groaned at the feel of her—so soft, so wet—and the taste, already familiar. He hemmed her against the wall, their bodies not touching but so close he felt every hair rise on his skin.

“I want you so fucking much,” he breathed.

She was panting, and time seemed to slow. Her head tipped back against the wall and her lips parted. Her eyes were huge. “Me too,” she whispered. “I want you, too.”

His mouth crashed down on hers. Not gentle, but she didn’t seem to care. She clutched his head, yanked his hair. Her mouth opened without hesitation, and her tongue found his, slick and eager. He went from hard to aching. He bore down on her mouth and split her with his tongue, and all he could think about was how her flesh would part between her legs just like that when he took her.

He groaned into her mouth. She moaned and pressed back, his cock trapped between their bodies.

“Fuck, Auburn,” he murmured.

“That’s what I was thinking,” she murmured back.

“Don’t say anything you don’t mean.”

“I don’t, as a rule.” She reached for his belt.

“Not here,” he said. “I want to do it right. I want to lay you down on your bed and slide into you so slowly that you beg me to finish it.”

She whimpered.

He slid a hand under her dress and glided it up the skin of her belly, cupping her breast and finding a nipple with his thumb. It was drawn tight. She arched and squeaked. Then he let her go. Stepped back.

“Trey—” Her chest rose and fell rapidly, her nipples visible through the thin fabric of her dress and the lace of her bra.

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