Page 60 of Dream Girl Drama

“I’m going to kick you—”

He dipped his head and sucked the side of her throat, long and hard, while she gasped, his hands scrubbing up the outsides of her thighs, all the way to her rib cage, then higher into her hair, his fingers spearing in deep and holding her head while she tried to get her breath. “F-friends, too?”

“No.” He stared hard at her mouth. “Men who are smart enough to be interested in you romantically. Past and present. Men who might show up and try to rekindle shit. Men who might lie about your dogs hanging out to get into your panties. How many of those you got?”

“I don’t know. Seven?”

“Seven?Jesus fucking—”

“How many women do you have like that?” she half shouted.

“One. You.” Leaving his left hand tangled in her hair, he dropped his right one and yanked her phone out of her purse, holding it up. “I’ll kiss you once for every one of those seven contacts you delete, starting with the baseball player.”

“He has a name.”

“Not to you, he doesn’t.”

“You’re pushing it, Sig. You’re really pushing it.”

“I know. You can be pissed as hell—just kiss me at the same time.”

Fuses blew in her brain.Pew. Pew.

Because oh lord, he was even more magnetic up close, every inch of him sealed to every inch of her, the power inside of himon the verge of erupting. Lust and affection were joining forces in the depths of his eyes to turn her breathless and oh, oh, he very slightly dragged his sex an inch to the left against her belly and they both shuddered. “You only want to kiss me when you’re jealous. Is that right?”

“I want to kiss you even when I’m asleep, Chlo.” His open mouth feathered over hers and a melting sensation crept into her thighs, the muscles between them pulling taut, so taut she just barely caught a whimper. “I’m like this day and night.”

“You don’t always show me.”

He tilted his head to the right, teased her lips open with a lick. “I’ll show you now.”

Who was she kidding trying to resist this?

The heartbeat between her thighs was pounding just as swiftly as the one in her chest. She was always starving for this man, but right now, she’d crawl on her hands and knees through the desert for another minute of being grinded into the door by his huge hockey body, for more time with his breath on her face, his fingers in her hair. And he must have read that truth in her eyes, because he shook the phone slightly. “Baseball guy first.”

“Do I delete it n-now?”

“No, you’ll do it later.” He tucked the phone back into her purse, then removed the purse completely, letting it drop to the floor. “You’re not going to be able to focus on anything else once I get started.”

“You either.”

“Facts.”

They looked into each other’s eyes for several seconds and it was like going to the top floor of a skyscraper in a glass elevator at a hundred miles an hour. She left her stomach on the ground, toppled into the bottomless well of feeling he had inside of him and flew, flew to the top, their lips locking and twisting, bodiespressing roughly on a mutual groan, the first kiss a precursor to madness—because that’s exactly what ensued.

Their first kiss since the night they met was animplosion.

A whimper. A guttural groan. A damp slant of lips. Two bodies shaking.

Breath being denied. A refusal to give up the blessed suction. Texture. Friction.

“Miss me, dream girl?” he panted.

“Yes,” she gasped, being drawn into round two. The ferociousness of it. How he opened their mouths wider than most people would consider appropriate, feeding her his tongue in an intimate lick that turned her fingernails to claws that she sunk into his buns—and to be clear, she had no idea when she’d grabbed his butt, only that his was firm and male and he was openly fucking her mouth now. No kiss count was being kept, even as they occasionally came up for breaths, loud gasps of air, before their mouths were attached once again, licking and suctioning and growing hungrier with every rasp of his stubble on her smooth chin.

“You’re going to feel my weight on top of you, Chloe.” His lips moved to her neck for a hard suck, followed by a cherishing lick. “You’ll feel it behind you. Beneath you. You’re going to feel the weight of me, of us, everywhere.”

“I already do.”