Page 15 of One Spicy Summer

“Well, Princess…” he says, raising a brow, “what are we gonna do about that?”

Oh God. Oh God.

“I don’t know, Ry. You tell me.” I smirk, trying to fake a confidence I barely feel.

“Nope. You’re the one with the crush, the ball’s in your court.”

“Giving little ol’ me the reins?” I tease. He nods. “I’m not exactly dominant, but if you want me to boss you around… your funeral.” I grin. “Kiss me, Ry.”

No hesitation. He leans in and does exactly that.

At first, it’s soft.

Sweet.

Like he’s tasting something he’s been craving for a long time. But then I moan and everything changes. His hand knots in my hair, lips taking more, pressing harder. Tongues tangling. The kind of kiss that rewrites your DNA.

He grips beneath my thighs and lifts me up. My legs wrap around his waist instinctively as he walks us to the edge of the bed and sits down, keeping me straddled on his lap.

“Tell me I was your first kiss,” he murmurs, forehead resting against mine, his voice low and raw. “Please.”

“You were,” I whisper. “And I want you to be all my firsts.”

His eyes soften. Something flickers there, surprise, pride, hunger. Maybe all three.

“I know I won’t be yours,” I say, meeting his gaze head-on. “But at least you’ll be mine.”

“What makes you think I’ve had any firsts with those girls at school?” he asks, a smirk curling his lips.

“Because you’re hot, on the football team, and half the girls at school talk about you like you’re a walking fantasy. I mean, I hear it all the time. How they’d let you bang their brains out.”

“Classy,” he mutters, then smirks. “But let me ease your mind, baby girl. I’ve been saving myself.”

My brows shoot up. “You? Seriously?”

He nods. “Deadass. No one’s touched me. Not where it counts. Not even close.” I flush instantly, and he notices. “That blush? Fucking beautiful. I wanna see more of that.”

Feeling bold, I lean in and whisper, “That can be arranged.”And I kiss him again.

This time, it’s fire. Hot, messy, urgent. I grind against him, and he responds with a groan that makes my entire body melt. My fingers dig into his hair, holding on for dear life.

Then he pulls back, breathing heavy. “Let’s get one thing straight, Presley.”

“What?”

“I wanna fuck you like I need my next breath, but I won’t. Not right now.”

I pout.

“Don’t do that,” he growls. “You’re too fucking adorable. Makes me wanna bite that lip.”

His voice drops, dark and serious. “Don’t think this is one-sided. You’ve got me. You’re under my skin, in my blood. You ignited something in me, and now you don’t get to just leave me burning.”

VeryFifty Shades. Veryhot. Verydo it.

I lean in again, testing him. His eyes track every move. When I’m close enough, he bites my lip, just enough to draw a little blood.

My hand flies to my mouth. “Ow.”

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