Page 37 of The Boyfriend Effect (Frisky Business 1)
He holds up one finger, an annoying gesture to wait. Finally, he drops his arms, my bag, and its contents along with them.
“Seriously, Hayes? What’s wrong with y—”
With one long stride, he’s on me, his hands on my jaw, angling my mouth up to his in a kiss so fiery, it sears right through me. All questions die on my lips as the kiss overwhelms me.
I clutch his shoulders with desperate fingers, my mind deliciously blank. Greedy for more, I open my mouth to his insistent tongue, which eagerly slips inside to caress my own. One long leg presses between mine and rubs against my core with a satisfying urgency. When he releases me, our lips parting, his eyes are nearly black with desire.
“What was that for?” I ask, breathless.
Hayes leans in, tracing a path down my neck with his hot, wet tongue. “Your five minutes are up. Time to be a savage.”13* * *HAYESThe door slams shut behind us, and I press Maren against it.
It’s like the tension that’s been building all night has finally burst, and we’re helpless against it. I’m helpless against it. I’ve wanted this for so long, and the moment her mouth met mine in the elevator, I knew she wanted this too. So to be here now, to know what’s coming next, it’s almost too much to handle.
Almost.
I bring my hands to her hips and drag her body closer so we’re pressed tightly together. She lets out a little sound of surprise when she feels how hard I am. And believe me, I’m hard enough to pound nails.
Fuck. Slow down, Hayes.
I press my forehead to hers and draw a breath, my voice raspy as I say, “Dove.”
She touches my jaw, tilting my mouth back down to hers. “More.”
I groan and give in, kissing her deeply. My tongue tangles with hers, and I feel powerless to do anything but give her everything she wants. And it’s obvious she wants this—more kissing and less talking.
Her hands reach for my jacket, and she peels away the first layer of clothing between us. I reach for her hair, cradling the back of her head as I slide my tongue into her mouth. She moans and bucks her hips into me, clearly telegraphing her thoughts. Less clothes. Now.
I guide us to the king-size bed, removing my shirt in the process. Maren unzips her dress and begins to pull it over her head, but I stop her, holding her hands by her wrists.
“Let me.”
She nods, and I lift her arms over her head before bending down to gather the hem of her skirt. Slowly and with pleasure, I peel the dress from her body, kissing each new portion of skin I reveal along the way. Her knees, her thighs, her hips, her belly. When I reach her mouth, I drop the dress to the floor, and we fall onto the bed together.
“You’re so beautiful,” I say softly, taking her breast in my hand and rolling her nipple between my fingers, and she sighs and throws her head back.
I want to savor every moment of our first time together. I want us to enjoy this. I want her to enjoy this. I want her to be ready.
“Come here,” I say, and Maren obeys, climbing on top of me so that my cock strains behind my zipper, pressing into her center. “Ride me.”
She looks at me for a moment, her eyes full of lust and hunger and a hint of confusion. I grind up into her. She shudders and smiles in understanding. With one hand splayed against my abs, she gyrates her hips over mine, moans instantly pouring from her lips. It only makes me harder to see her like this, using me for her pleasure, getting herself off.
I pull her face down to mine and kiss her again, deeper and more urgently than before, moving my hips against her rhythm. She sighs into my mouth, and when she pulls away panting, her face is flushed, her hair spilling over one shoulder. God, she’s beautiful like this.
“I need you,” she says, panting out the words between breaths.
She climbs off me only long enough to shimmy out of her panties. I draw down the zipper to my dress pants, and Maren tugs them down my hips.
I could almost laugh at how eager she is. But right now, there’s no humor. Just a whole lot of sexual tension—tension that’s been building for actual years.
I’m so desperate for her, I could burst. But I vow not to, not until she’s come for me first. I pull off my boxer briefs and drop them over the side of the bed. Maren’s eyes drink me in, widening slightly as they settle for a moment at my crotch.
I press my lips to her neck as she climbs back on top of me. This time, I feel how wet she is, and I groan as she moves her hips and we slide together.
