Page 39 of Cruising with You

“Having emotions isn’t a bad thing.”

“It can be if you think you’ve signed up for no strings attached, but your emotions seem to sneak past your defenses, anyway,” she challenges. “Dr. Lorringer was right. I’m such an emotional person that I can’t disconnect and go for the lust alone, ya know? So instead, I inadvertently toss a whole egg into the batter without cracking it during the big ‘o’, which ruins the brownie batter experience because a bunch of shells get thrown into the mix no matter how hard I try to keep them out of it. Then I’m left wondering why it tasted like crap.” My heart is pounding, but I don’t interrupt her, so she continues. “Just like how she helped you look at your own experience from a different perspective, she helped me realize that I can’tnotbe all in. But I’m also terrified to open up to someone which leaves me”––she laughs, and the sound is enough to lighten the mood––“very sexually frustrated.”

Reaching forward, I brush aside a few stray hairs that were clinging to her forehead.

“Want to know a secret?” I whisper.

“What’s that?”

“I think you’ve poked a few holes in my shell too. I would give anything to scratch that itch for you, but I think you’re right. It’s not just watered-down batter with us. I think a little egg white has slipped in too. Don’t get me wrong,” I add after a soft gasp escapes her. “I’m not saying we should add the yolk or bake the brownies or anything. I’m just saying that I like you, Nora. And if we decided to sneak a little batter, I think it would taste pretty good.”

“You think?”

I sit down beside her. “I know. Also, don’t ever tell a guy you’re sexually frustrated unless you feel like torturing him.”

With a coy smile, she tosses one of her toned legs over my waist. “So if I did this, would that be considered torture as well?”

My fingers dig into her bare thighs before she rolls her hips against me.

“Careful,” I warn her, looking into her heated expression.

She doesn’t listen. Her hair falls over one shoulder as she leans a little closer, then runs her hands across my lower abs. Flexing them, I hold my breath and wait to see what her next move is. There’s something sexy about a girl taking control. Of her life. Of her emotions. Of her lust. All of it.

And right now, I’m just along for the ride.

Her palm is warm as she finally gains the courage to dive under my shirt and feel my heated skin. Slowly, she trails her manicured nails up my abs before scraping them along my chest. Her mouth hovers less than an inch above mine, but her shallow breathing fans across my face, tempting me even further. My restraint is barely intact as my fingers dig into her thighs again. Sliding them up a few more inches, I cup her toned ass and realize she isn’t wearing any sleep shorts.

“Are you in your underwear?” I grit out.

Her mouth quirks in the corner. “Is that a problem?”

“Tell me I can kiss you.”

The heat from her gaze burns me as it drops down to my mouth. “You can––”

My lips are on hers before she can finish her sentence, but I can’t take any more of this torture. I need to taste her. Feel her. Connect with her the only way I know how.

Wrapping my arm around her slender waist, I flip Nora onto her back then cage her in with my biceps before getting lost inher kiss. The room gets darker as the minutes tick by, then her underwear is ripped off, and I follow them with my board shorts.

With a moan, she throws her head back and squirms beneath me, her desperation as palpable as my own. When her shirt rides up a few more inches, I take advantage and tease her with my fingers until she’s sopping wet.

“Stop torturing me,” she begs. “We can do all the other stuff later. Right now, I need you inside me. Please.”

My amusement sparks. “All that other stuff?”

“You know what I mean!” she argues, her skin becoming more flushed as I stare down at her.

Damn, she’s adorable.

Diving back in, I lick the column of her throat, then bite the sensitive skin while lining myself up with her entrance. She’s right. We’ve been torturing ourselves long enough.

“Only because you asked nicely,” I tease her.

Nora’s back arches as she spreads her legs a little wider in anticipation. Then I press into her and let out a groan when I realize I’ve died and gone to Heaven.

“Shiiit,” she whimpers with her eyes squeezed shut.

Chuckling, I look back down at her. “Good shit? Or bad shit?”

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