Page 74 of Game Point
‘I can behave.’ I turned to meet him, shifting up on my seat. We were face to face, less space than there had ever been between us.Inches becoming centimetres.I pushed forward, my tongue running over my bottom lip, anticipation at satisfying this hunger I had for him. His eyes followed every movement, the heavy heave of his chest mesmerizing.
‘The question is …’ I dared. ‘Can you?’
25
Dylan
Slow It Down – Benson Boone
His answer was in his kiss. A soft, slow, deliberate tease of his bottom lip pulling against mine, his hand on my jaw, pulling me closer. I slid myself across the leather of the seat, using anything to support me, not caring about the gear stick, the handbrake. Only him.
A sudden movement caught my eye. The wipers urgently swept across the windshield. I pulled back, realizing I’d accidentally nudged the control.
‘Stupid car,’ I muttered under my breath, turning back to Oliver. His eyes lit up, a stupid, goofy smile curled onto his lips. ‘What?’
‘It’s nothing.’
I wiped at my face, growing self-conscious. ‘Do I have something on my face?’
Oliver shifted forward, his rough hand curling around the back of my neck, under my hair and gently pulling me forward to meet his mouth again. The kiss was long and leisurely, like he was taking his time to savour it. He pulled away a few inches, enough that he could still rest his forehead against mine.
‘I can’t believe I’m kissing you.’
‘Me,’ I teased. ‘Dylan the friend.’
He kissed me again, and I wasn’t sure if it was becausehe couldn’t go another second without the contact, or if he was trying to stop me from teasing him. This time, however, he didn’t stop. His body leaning over, a hand wrapping under my thigh, urging me over. We tried to keep kissing as I clambered over to his side, but when I hit my head on the roof we disconnected, a yelp of pain escaping me.
He laughed a little, one of his hands rising to the top of my head, as if to protect me from the roof. I carefully slid a leg over him, and before I knew it, I found Oliver Anderson underneath me, between my thighs. His eyes on me, his lips swollen and familiar.
How quickly everything had changed.
I paused, lazily taking in the sight of him. His beautiful smile, his tousled hair. One night. Would that really be enough to get everything I wanted to do with him out of my system?
‘You okay?’ He sat up straighter, the movement causing me to shift a little lower on his lap. Silently, I nodded my head, moving my face closer to his, my hands finding the rough six o’clock shadow along his jaw.
‘Yes,’ I said, my eyes flickering between his lips and his eyes, still not used to this proximity to him. ‘You?’
‘I’m desperate for more,’ he murmured, pushing up from under me and bringing his lips back to mine.
We grew lost in each other. His hands running south, gripping my ass, fingers pressing in as I ground down on him. A groan escaped him, as a delighted smile broke out along my lips before I opened my mouth to him, tongues meeting, exploring. We desperately clung to every inch of each other, making out like teenagers in the passenger seat, the entire car steaming up with the heat we generated, ourmoaned gasps as we teased each other, every bit of bare skin a new pleasure to explore.
His hand inched up my front, stopping at the line of my bralette, fingertips pushing only slightly, teasing me with the anticipation of his touch. In return, I broke the kiss, leaving a trail from his mouth, down the length of his neck, finding a sensitive spot between his neck and shoulder, biting gently.
He immediately yelped, laughing as he pulled me away. ‘What was that for?’
‘Don’t be a tease, Anderson.’
‘What if that’s my plan?’ His hands drifted down from my shoulder, carefully down my arms. ‘Take my time with you,’ his hands landed on my hips, pulling me forward along the trace of his length, ‘tease you until you beg?’
‘Well then, I’m going to get a little impatient.’ I kissed the reddened skin of his shoulder, being soft in case it hurt. ‘And possibly bitey.’
His hand found my chin, guiding my lips to his, our mouths sliding together passionately, every single nerve of my body electrified with his touch. It felt like this was my first time. Like my skin had never felt another against it. The friction of his stubble, his soft hair in between my fingers, the curve of his lips against mine. I memorized it all, the bitter reminder that there was a time limit on this.
Tomorrow, I’d wake up with only the memories, the small details I could recall. And I was determined to remember it all, every touch and graze. I’d go to the grave, never forgetting my night with Oliver Anderson.
My chest pressed into his body as my hips ground forward slowly as if to torture him. He groaned, the humvibrating down through his chest. I did it again, feeling as he grew harder at the contact.
I swallowed involuntarily, trying not to get too carried away at the feel of it. Trying not to lose my mind. Oliver was right about one thing, we needed to take our time. Otherwise I’d rush this, the temptation to tear off his shirt already overwhelming.
