Page 9 of Hooking Up
I try to find a response, but I don't have anything. I want it. Him. Everything.
He places a kiss on the inside of my knee.
I pull my blouse over my head and toss it aside.
Then the bra.
My breath hitches as he drags his lips up my thigh.
Fuck. I'm already buzzing with anticipation.
"Lie back," he mumbles into my thigh. It's softer, but it's still demanding. Needy.
Like he really is desperate to dive between my legs.
I fall onto my back.
Slowly, he brings his mouth to me.
My hand goes to his dark, wavy hair. It's the perfect length for grabbing.
He pins my legs to the bed as he licks me from bottom to top then top to bottom.
He's takes his time.
Like he's savoring it.
Like he—
Fuck.
He flicks his tongue against my clit.
My legs fight his hands.
He pins me harder. He pries my thighs apart. Keeps them pressed against the edge of the bed.
It's strange, feeling this vulnerable with some guy I barely know.
Good.
But strange.
Every flick of his tongue pushes away my concerns. My nerves fade. I forget that I barely know him. I forget the last few months. And the three years before that. I forget everything but his soft, wet mouth against me.
Mmm.
I tug at his hair.
Buck my hips against his mouth.
He holds me in place. Groans against me. Licks me hard. Soft. Fast. Slow. Up. Down. Left. There.
"Fuck." My thighs fight his hands.
He scrapes his nails against my skin. He has me pinned. He's in control. I shouldn't like it—I never like that kind of thing—but I do.
"Walker." I buck against his mouth.
