Page 57 of Until We're More
“How about this button?” She grabbed my hands and planted them on her breasts.
Finally my hands were where I’d wanted them for weeks. I couldn’t help myself. I squeezed, basking in the way her eyelashes fluttered, and then forced words past my sandpaper throat. “Now we’re in A range.”
Since she’d had her turn being assertive, I decided it was time for me to take the controls. I ran my tongue along the seam of her lips, and when she parted them, I swept it inside.
In that moment, I knew one taste would never be enough. I wanted to slow down and savor her, and yet I couldn’t wait for more.
I groaned and ran my hands down her sides, then I reached around, got my hands on her ass, and boosted her in my arms. It lined her up perfectly with my erection, and spots of black danced across my vision as she wrapped her legs around my waist, bringing us tighter together. I buried my nose in her neck, inhaling her scent before planting an open-mouth kiss on her soft skin.
“Don’t stop, okay?” she said through labored breaths.
“I can’t take you right here in the locker room.”Even if I really want to.
“Yeah, probably not the ideal place for my first time. Then again, it’d be a great story.”
That newsflash statement nearly made me drop her. I pulled back until my eyes met hers. “What did you just say?”
She sank her teeth into her lower lip, and I groaned again, my cock pulsing against her, as if it knew I was about to fuck things up for him. “It’ll be a great story.”
“You know that’s not the part I mean.”
“Me and my big mouth.” She placed her hands on the side of my face and peered into my eyes. “It’s not a big deal. I want it to be you.”
“You’re a virgin?” I asked, and she slowly nodded. “Then it is a big deal.”
She dropped her head on my shoulder with a sigh. “Liam, if I have to go home and take care of myself again, I’m going to scream.”
My fingers dug into her ass cheeks as I thought about listening to her cries through our shared bedroom wall, andholy fucking shit.“Are you trying to kill me, woman?”
“It’s not the end goal, but as long as we have sex first…” She gave me a teasing smile and skimmed her fingers over my jaw, soothing and riling at the same time. “Don’t freak out. I’ve been wanting to kiss you for a really long time.” She lowered her lips to mine and made anmmmnoise. “And now that I know it’s even better than I imagined…”
“You’re right, and I imagined it plenty.”
“You did?” She poked my cheek, and I grunted, which only made her grin grow.
“I don’t want to screw things up,” I said, and the center of my chest went achy and raw. “You’re one of the few people in my life… Chels, you’re the only person I ever fully feel like myself around.”
Her eyes went shiny. “I feel the same. And I tried really hard to convince myself I didn’t want more, but remember what I said about your face and how it looks?”
“You said it affects you. I remember.” It’d haunted me. I shouldn’t ask, but we were shoulder deep in it now. “Affects you how?”
“In all the ways it shouldn’t. For instance…” She pressed a kiss underneath my ear and whispered, “You should feel how wet I am right now.”
Fuck me.My tongue stuck to the roof of my mouth, and my heart thundered against my chest. Clearly she was embarrassed she’d said it, unused to being so bold. I walked us backward and sat on the bench in the locker room, leaving her straddling my lap. “I’m guessing it’s close to how hard I am right now.”
She rolled her hips, dragging herself over my raging erection. “Feels like maybe. I might need a closer examination.”
“Me too.” I skirted my thumbs over the insides of her thighs, and she arched against me again.
“And your face isn’t all that affects me, by the way. Your arms. Your legs. Your chest.” She pushed against it. “And yeah, your…” Her gaze dropped to my crotch, and I arched against her, my head going as hazy as her eyes.
“I think about your face. Your hair. Your legs.” I smoothed my hands up her thighs and reached around to cop another feel. “Your ass.”
“You do?”
“It’s all I can think about lately. And when I saw you walk across that cage, it took every ounce of my self-control to not go grab you, throw you over my shoulder, and carry you away so I could have my wicked way with you.”
“Then we’re on the same page.” She grinned. “Get it. Same page. Same book.”
