My boyfriend, ever the giver.
“Mhmm,” he murmurs, nose brushing mine. “I only left it ‘cause I found a better one.”
Between my half-conscious state and the high his kiss gives me, I’m not entirely sure what he means by that. But when Holden straddles my lap, planting his feet on either side of the lounger, I understand perfectly.
His ass nestles into place on top of my dick, and a low groan escapes me.
“See? Perfect spot, right here.” There’s a sexy playfulness in his tone as he presses a kiss to the heated skin of my throat. “Wouldn’t you agree?”
My hands grip his hips to hold him firmly in place, or else I’m at risk of popping a boner around my parents. “You’re not playing fair.”
His soft laugh makes my cock perk up even more than him sitting on it. “Let’s be real. When have I ever?”
As if to drive his point home, he leans forward and captures my lips with his again, making my heart race and toes curl. His tongue tastes like the margarita he was drinking as it slides against mine, fucking into my mouth in a seductive dance I never want to end.
My hands grip his hips tighter, digging into his hard, smooth obliques in an effort to keep him still, but it’s not enough to stop him from turning me on in other ways. Like with his fingers as they trail up my stomach and chest before sinking into my hair. Or the gentle suck he gives my lower lip before releasing it.
God,the things he does to me.
I’m convinced I’ll never tire of kissing him. Touching him.
Loving him.
I’m the first to break for air, panting harshly against his lips as I catch my breath. He’s just as starved for oxygen, but from the way his hips start rolling over mine despite my hold, there’s something else he’s craving more.
“Fuck me, Nix.”
I let out a sharp bark of laughter that turns into more of a gasp of pleasure from the friction. “Not a chance in fucking hell.”
His brows draw together into something of a pout. “Why not?”
I gape at him. While he might be extremely sexy and hard to resist, all the sun we’ve been getting must’ve made him lose his damn mind.
“I can think of plenty of reasons.” I try stilling him again, but he’s not having it. “One of the biggest ones being that my family is just inside.”
“No, they’re not.”
“What?” Last I remember, they’d gone inside to clean up after lunch. I sit up as much as I can with him on top of me and peek under the carport, only to find it empty. “Where’d they go?”
“Charlotte wanted ice cream.” A small grin lifts his lips. “You were sleeping, and I told them it was probably best not to wake you to ask if you wanted to go with.”
“You didn’t want to go?”
“And leave you here to roast like a lobster all alone?” His brow hikes up as he grins some more. “Plus, I might be new to this wholeboyfriendthing, but I’m pretty sure ditching you for ice cream is not the right move.”
My teeth sink into my lower lip, shamelessly enjoying the wordboyfriendcoming from his sinful mouth.
“You ditch me for the pit at concerts, so I don’t think that’s it,” I remind him. “I think the real reason you chose to stay behind is for a little uninterrupted action instead.”
Not that I can blame him, if I’m right.
We spent most of the last three months FaceTiming from different time zones rather than together, thanks to my baseball schedule running well into June. Worth it to win the College World Series—and to have him in the stands cheering me on—but it also took a serious chunk out of our summer together.
Besides my trip out to California to stay with him and his Gran for a long weekend, this week in Florida with my family is the most we’ve been able to spend together…and we’ve been looking to make up for lost time at every available moment because of it.
That mischievous look I love dances in his eyes, confirming my suspicions. “Wanting to get you naked also might have something to do with it, yeah.”
As much as I’d love nothing more than to sink inside him here and now, I keep my libido reined in. I’m not looking to be arrested for public indecency heading into our final year of college.