Page 103 of Girls Will Be Girls
He grins, lifting his head back to mine. “I know you do.”
He crowds me in, his face inches from mine. As his hand comes up to stroke my cheek gently, his thigh moves in between my legs, pushing into me harder. The contrast of soft and rough makes me buck up against him. The friction building between my legs and the anticipation of his lips near mine makes me feel like I could explode.
Finally —finally— his lips land home.
It’s gentle. Caring. Exploring.
I feel him smile against me before his tongue finds mine, hooking them together, our breathing becoming more frantic, our kissing more rushed and wanting.
I pull myself closer to him as he pushes me firmly against the wall. My hips can’t help but swivel against him, wanting to feel all of him.
Our mouths move together like they’re linked. His tongue caressing me, his teeth nipping at my lip. When I bite back, he pushes into me even harder. I can’t wait to see him on top of me. He’s so in control, like he could ask me to do anything and I wouldn’t even hesitate.
I want him to tell me what to do.
Push me.
Want me.
“Come inside.” I breathe out between kisses, knowing what I want.
He shakes his head, his lips barely leaving mine. “I can’t.”
“Why?” I pull him closer by his shirt, kissing him with more urgency. With desperation.
“Because there is no way I’ll be able to control myself in there.”
I nod, pulling his lips back to me. “Okay. Good.”
He kisses me once more before holding me in front of him, our lips just out of reach. “I need to go to Carson City in a few hours.”
“Okay.” I nod, a little disappointed and confused.
“I also have to spend the night there tomorrow.”
“Okay,” I repeat.
“And I wanna take you on a date before we go any further.”
I very nearly roll my eyes. “Why?” I practically whine.
He laughs, kissing me again once. “Because it’ll be nice.” His hands trail over my ribs, squeezing gently. “And I won’t be back until Sunday, so I can’t take you out until then.”
I pout like a toddler not getting their way. “You can still come in, though,” I say. “We don’t have to… You know.”
He chuckles lightly.
“I’ll even rescind the hot tub rule,” I add on.
He groans, almost in pain, as his head drops onto my shoulder. “You’re killing me.” When he lifts his head again, he studies my face for a moment as if he’s trying to make a decision. “I’m gonna go.” He nods, decision made.
I drop my arms from around him, nodding, defeated.
“Hey.” He lifts my face up to him with his fingers on my chin. “It’s not because I don’t want to. I have never wanted anything as much as I want to follow you in there and never leave. Thisis taking a record amount of self-control I wasn’t aware I had.” He chuckles. “It’s because I know I won’t be able to leave you if I come in. I don’t want to only get you for a few hours. I want you all night, all day, all the time. I want to get so lost in you, I’ll never find my way back.” He kisses me gently. “Let me take you out, take our time, do this properly, and then I promise I’ll give you everything you ever ask me for.”
“What if I don’t ask again?”
“Then I’ll beg.” He smirks.
