Page 130 of Give Me Love

He moves my shirt up as he lightly rubs my skin while our tongues taste and lick. It’s slow and meaningful; it’s earth-shattering and soul-searching.

We don’t rush anything. We don’t go any farther.

We kiss.

We touch.

We feel.

I open my eyes to find him looking at me. Navy blues, hungry, bourbon drunk, and wanting.

I feel him between my legs. I feel every single inch.

But he makes no move to satisfy his clear need. He plays with my lips and fucks with my mind. His calloused hands give me chills, and his tongue makes me wet.

I move my hips, needing the friction and I moan when I get it.

“Can you make yourself come doing that?” he asks me, his voice laced with lust and dripping with need.

“I can try.”

I move again, feeling his hardness against the soft silkiness of my shorts, right where my nerves are. It’s the best sensation, like velvet going back and forth, teasing me.

I shiver in his arms as my toes struggle to touch the patio rug below them, and then he flexes, giving me what I want. We stay in rhythm as our mouths continue their assault.

He bites.

I suck.

He whispers words that kill me.

“You make me feel things I’ve never felt before.”

I moan.

“You’re it,” he says.

He’s drunk, but I am, too, in such a different way. I’m intoxicated off him.

I’m high off lust and greedy need. He’s got a lot of alcohol in him, and I know words tend to flow when bourbon swims in your veins so I try not to take his words to heart.

I really, really try, but when he says, “Live with me,” I stop and look down at him.

“You’re drunk, Grant.”

“I’m serious,” he says. I sigh, placing my hands against his chest and shaking my head. We just agreed to be an item, and he’s talking about moving in together?

“Okay, serious, how about we go back to bed?”

He shuts his eyes. “I like it right here.”

I laugh. “I swear, you’ll like it up there more.”

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I sit up, swiping hair from my face. Looking down at a sleeping Bryce, I realize he may be hungover, so I get up and grab him some pain meds and something to drink. Sunshine slips through the cracks of his blinds, so I walk over and shut them all the way.

As I make my way down the hall, I see Mary’s door is still closed, so I softly hit the stairs.

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