Page 65 of Chasing Forever
“But—”
I lift my hand and place my finger on her lips. “No but, Lottie. I get that I’m already there, and you’re not, but I don’t want to rush this. I want this to last, and I don’t want you ever feeling pressured to feel anything for me that you don’t. So, let’s just put all this on the back burner and keep going exactly as we have been.”
“You expect me to just forget everything you said?” There’s a glimmer of something in her eyes that I can’t quite decipher.
“If I had a mind eraser, I’d use it on you.”
She chuckles, and her forehead falls to mine. “I can’t ignore it, Brooks, and I wish things were different, but at the same time, I don’t.” She draws back and meets my gaze. “Because everything that happened shaped me into who I am. I know my faults. I know I have a brick wall around me, and I don’t want it there anymore, but maybe I had to go through all that to really appreciate this.” She waves her finger between us. “To appreciate you. I can’t forget what you just told me, and I don’t want to.”
I swallow hard. “So, what do we do?”
“Well, I’d really like to kiss you if you’re okay with that?”
A grin teases the corner of my lips. “I’d never say no to a kiss.”
She leans forward and places her lips on mine. At first, it’s hesitant, a tad awkward after what I just told her, but she slides further onto my lap, and my fingers tighten, possessive and aching, against her hips.
Our tongues tangle, her hands running along the back of my head, tugging me closer as though she’s starved for our connection. And there goes all my control—she’s in my lap, her mouth hot and hungry on mine. I’ve wanted this for so damn long, it’s been bordering on agony.
I want to claim her, beg her to be mine. She may not be in love with me yet, but there’s no denying the physical connection we share.
She strips her mouth from mine, but my lips find her jaw and kiss their way down her neck. “God, you taste too good. Should we stop?”
“Do not stop, Brooks.”
“Ten-four.” I tug at the hem of her blouse, my hands inching the material up. She arches her back, offering herself to me. Fuck, if that’s not the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.
I should be lost in her and not thinking about how lucky I am or how long I’ve waited. Just taking what she’s giving. What I’ve dreamed about since I was too young to understand why she made my chest ache.
My fingertips graze the sides of her torso and trail over to her breasts, running my thumbs over the thin fabric of her bra and each nipple. She says my name as if it’s her favorite sin, and I groan, tugging down the cups of her bra. She strips off her blouse, sitting in my lap in just her bra. The cups shoved down, tits out like a gift I never thought I’d get.
I stare, stunned. It’s so much better than I ever imagined. “You just gave me beat-off material for a week.”
“I’m not done yet.” She reaches behind and unclasps her bra, pulling her arms out of the straps and dangling it from her finger before dropping it to the floor. “Close your eyes, Mack.”
I mold my hands to her breasts, inching forward and taking one nipple into my mouth. Her hands hold my head to her, and I continue to devour her by licking, sucking, and tasting every inch of her heated skin, as I’ve been dreaming about for so long.
She grinds against my hard bulge, and I flick open the button on her jeans before slipping my hand down and under the elastic waistband of her panties. I groan into her breast when I find her soaked.
“Shit, Lottie. I’m so hard right now, and you’re so damn wet.”
“I know, you feel amazing. Damn it, Brooks.” She stares at me as if she wants to swallow me whole. “Fuck me. Fuck me right now. I need you.”
Jesus. Her words undo me.
Her arousal coats my finger, and I slide it up and down her center, then circle her clit. When I slip a finger inside, her walls clench as if she’s been waiting for me as long as I’ve been waiting for her.
Her hands dig into my shoulders as she rides my hand. I press my palm harder against her clit, and she grinds faster, chasing that edge. I watch her in complete awe as she’s about to come apart because of me. I’ve never seen her lost, unguarded, or trembling with want, and I’ll do whatever it takes to see her fall apart completely.
“God, right there. Don’t stop.”
“Never.”
Her breathing sharpens, her eyes locked on mine, and I hold steady, ready to catch her the second she lets herself go. Her body tenses, sweat trailing between her breasts, and she rocks harder, chasing it?—
Knock. Knock.
She freezes as if she’s been doused with a bucket of ice water.
