Page 12 of He Saved My Boy
When it finally stops gushing like Old Faithful, I’m a sticky, hot mess—and not in a good way. “Fuck me to hell. I need a shower.”
Grabbing some towels from the bathroom, I quickly wet one and do my best to wipe up the mess on the cabinet and hardwood, then dry it with another. Thank God this place wasn’t carpeted.
Shit, I’m burning precious time. Rushing to the bathroom, I throw the towels on the floor and jump into the shower. Within a few minutes, I’m clean and standing before my suitcase, wrapped in only a towel as I dig through my clothes. I quickly slip on my boxer briefs and a pair of jeans. Just as I get them zipped, there’s a knock at my door.
Not wanting to make Teagan wait, I rush to open it.
In a split second, her face morphs from a smile to an “o” as her jaw drops, and her eyes travel across my body.
“Come on in,” I rush out. “Sorry I’m not ready, but my Coke exploded, and I had to shower. It’ll only take a second to be ready.”
Her mouth shuts, then opens again as her eyes focus on my abdomen. I look down, and I’m embarrassed to realize I don’t even have my fly buttoned. When I return my gaze to her, I’m surprised to see she’s frozen in place. “Teagan? Would you rather wait out here?”
“What?” she asks shakily.
“Wanna come in or wait out here while I get ready?” I ask, stepping further into my room.
Slowly closing her eyes, she mutters, “I… Uh… I’ll come in.”
“You sure?” I ask with hesitation because she’s still frozen in place, and I don’t want to force anything on her.
She’s adorable as she shakes her head and sucks in a breath loudly. Clearly, I’m affecting her—and I’m not sure it’s in a bad way. Her eyes fill with heat, and it takes everything in my power not to step in and kiss that expression off her face.
Eventually, words sputter from her. “No… I’ll… come in.”
Chuckling, I tease, “I’d better put on a shirt.” Turning, I rush to my suitcase and grab the first one I can find.
“Or don’t,” she says quickly from behind me.
When I turn back to her, she’s standing much closer than I expect.
Teeth sunken into her lower lip, her long lashes dip to the floor before she looks me in the eyes. With a boldness I’m growing to love, she steps closer. “We agreed this was a day we do things out of the ordinary and right now… in this moment, all I want is to kiss every square inch of your body.”
Holy. Fucking. Hell.
Her determination is sexy as sin when she reaches for me. The moment her hand touches my face to pull me closer, my cock twitches, and my senses zing into overdrive. My lips crash onto hers, and I pull her body close to mine.
Our kisses had been consuming before. But now, we’ve become an inferno. Each kiss, caress, and touch are like drops of gasoline on a fire. A roar escapes as I devour her mouth. She tastes of mint and sin in the best possible way.
I. Am. In. Heaven.
When her fingers roam along my blazing skin, every nerve ending comes to life. Needing to feel her, my fingers roam along her spine, under her ass, and along the skirt of her dress, to her exposed thigh that’s wrapped around my jean-clad leg. Her skin is silky smooth as I hike her dress up her leg.
With her hand resting on my chest for balance, she breaks our kiss, trailing her lips along my jaw to my collarbone, setting my need for her on fire. Time stands still as I savor these sensations and just be in this moment with her. Her trail of wet, hot kisses burn my skin in their wake, and I want more.
Trailing my fingers up to her thigh, I grip her ass, pulling her closer. When her head tips up, and she looks me in the eye, my lips crash onto hers once again. Sliding her hands to the back of my neck, her fingers tickle my scalp as she runs them through the short hairs. And fuck if that doesn’t send my body into hyperdrive. If the sounds she elicits when I deepen our kiss are any indication of her thoughts, it’s clear we’re entirely on the same page.
Gripping her ass, I lift her effortlessly. A small gasp escapes her, and she breaks our kiss to look me in the eye. But the moment I walk us to the nearest wall, she clutches her arms around my shoulders and her legs around my hips to cling to me as if she’s trying to help with the nonexistent burden of her weight. Her efforts are unnecessary, but before I can utter a syllable, her lips return to mine, and all thoughts of conversation disappear.
The moment her back hits the wall, the skirt of her dress pools at her lap, leaving full access for my fingers to glide up her silky-smooth legs. Trailing kisses down the column of her neck, I feel before I hear her moan escape, which only turns me on further. Tracing her panties from her ass to her hip, she grinds against me and practically begs, “Please…”
She tastes magnificent as I kiss down the swell of her breast. I vow, “Tell me what you want, and it’s yours.”
“You,” she moans.
Leaning back to look her in the eye, I challenge, “You gotta be more specific.”
Wide eyed, she just stares. If we’re sticking to challenging ourselves to do things out of the normal, she needs to vocalize this.
