Page 17 of Tice's Kind of Trouble
Bethany. Only Bethany.
This time, her kiss isn’t shy. It matches mine perfectly. Opening wider, her body rising and melting, her legs wrapping around my thighs, restless.
A heavy pulse throbs in my cock as I press it between us. “Feel what you do to me?”
“I love that I make you crazy.”
A devilish grin tugs at my lips. “Honey, I’m holding back. Once you get to know me, I’ll really show you what you do to me. It won’t be easy. It won’t be slow. You’ll wear my marks, and you will feel me for days in all your soft places.”
A delicate moan rises in her throat as she arches her neck for me. “That makes me so hot. I’m pulsing inside.”
I bite her neck like a starving man, tasting her racing pulse, groaning into the velvet skin beneath her ear.
Get yourself under control, man. She’s a virgin. You can’t be an animal. Not yet.
She looks up at me, cheeks flushed, trust in the way she stares at me. I pause, just taking her in—the way her hair fans over my pillow, the soft hitch in her breath when my thumb grazes her jaw.
Bethany’s wild for me, and it makes me glow in a deep place that’s never seen light.
“God, I’m glad you’re here.”
The bedroom smells different. Her shampoo, maybe. Wildflowers, something I can’t name but crave like oxygensurrounds me. Even the walls feel closer, holding us in, letting the outside world vanish.
I trail kisses down her throat again, my body braced above hers, feeling the shiver that runs through her.
I want to memorize every sound, every sigh, every bit of wonder in her eyes.
“You make this place real, angel. First time this room’s felt like anything but empty.”
She laughs. It’s a beautiful, soft, honest sound. With a smile, she tugs me down for a kiss.
“Maybe you just needed the right reason to settle in.”
“I think you’re right.”
“I’ve seen your house, now let me seeyou, Tice.”
Her hands tremble as she explores me, learning every scar, every hard line. I move slow, letting her see there’s no rush—only this.
My mouth finds her breast, teasing her until her breath comes in gasps.
The moment feels stolen. Like it can’t really be mine.
But she is. She wants this.
Everywhere I touch, she opens for me. Her trust so raw I could drown in it. I murmur against her skin,
“I want you to remember this—the way it feels, the way you make me feel. I want you to know you’re safe here. With me.”
The shadows grow softer. The air turns gentle. There’s a kind of magic in the air.
I touch her heated, wet sex—slow and careful—watching her pleasure. Her body welcomes me, sweet and hot all over again.
We’re both silent as I move her hand to my cock, letting the weight of my erection spear out from my hips between us.
Bethany’s expression delights the hell out of me.Happiness.
“You’re beautiful,” she says in a throaty whisper.
