Page 60 of That One Night
Yeah, well he knew that feeling. It was all over him. It made him forget who he was, who she was.
It was like his mind was a desert except for this feeling that washed through him. This need. This ache.
To kiss her.
“You want me to move you?” He had to ask one more time. He wanted her permission. Needed it.
“I want you to try.”
A slow grin pulled at his lips as he looked at this vision of complete loveliness hovering over him. He could feel the tips of her hair tickling the skin of his jaw. Could smell the sweet notes of her perfume.
But most of all he could feel her excitement. She looked like nobody had flirted with her like this in a long, long time. He pushed that thought to the back of his mind because that road led to too many difficult discussions.
“Hold on,” he murmured. “Because if I try, I always succeed.”
He reached for her delicate wrists, closing his hands around them like they were bracelets, pulling her body against his, because if he was doing this, he was doing it so she didn’t get hurt.
She didn’t fight him, didn’t protest. Her face was blushing, her breath coming faster.
She liked this as much as he did.
“Do you have any idea how aggravating you are?” he asked her, lifting one of her arms to press his warm lips against theinside of her wrist. The skin was so thin he could see the blue of her veins beneath it.
“I can be more aggravating,” she said, and it sounded like a promise.
“I’ve no doubt of that.” His grin widened as he slid his hand down her back, then twisted their bodies like he was a wrestler pulling her underneath him, his hands sliding between her body and the earthy ground, to make sure the impact didn’t hurt her.
And suddenly she was the one looking up at him, her eyes wide like he’d actually taken her by surprise.
It was only when he felt her body rock against his that he realized she was clinging to him. Her arms were around his neck, her legs were wrapped around his hips. Her dress was pulled up so high he could see the edge of her panties.
“What are you going to do to me now?” she whispered.
“What do you think?” His voice was a rasp.
He lifted his head, looking straight into her eyes. His mouth was a breath away from hers. Her legs weren’t clinging to him anymore, but they were on either side of his, her thighs pressed against his hips.
When his mouth claimed hers, it was like every firework in the world was exploding around them. He started the kiss softly, like he was exploring, his hand cupping her face, his mouth moving against hers until they were both breathless. But then she kissed him back, her fingers scraping his back, her tongue sliding against his, her body rocking, like it had a need that had to be sated.
He scraped his teeth against her lip, pulling it, sucking it, his hand sliding down her neck, down her side, cupping her soft breast. Her nipple was hard, and he teased it with the pad of his thumb, until she let out a soft groan that was warm against his mouth. It made him want more.
Made him want everything.
Running his hands along her hips, he feathered his fingers down to her thighs, finding the spot just below her panties.
The damn end zone. The goal. Her skin was warm, soft. He could imagine it against his face as he took her to oblivion. Scratching her with his beard, teasing her with his tongue.
Her fingers slid through his hair, scraping his scalp as he kissed her again. Then he trailed his mouth along her jaw, down her throat, and she let out a mew like a trapped kitten.
He kissed the dip where her throat met her chest.
“You’re so damn perfect,” he told her. And they weren’t just words, they were real ones. How had he kept himself from touching her for this long? He had no idea, but somebody should give him a damn medal for restraint.
“Hey! Everything okay there?” a voice called out from the distance.
He lifted his head up. “Shit,” he muttered. Then he pulled her dress down to cover what he could of her.
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