Page 58 of A Love Like Pumpkin Spice
“You keep looking at me that seductively,” I murmur, my pulse quickening as her hands wander up my body to lock around my neck, “and I can’t guarantee anything.”
She doesn’t respond with words. Instead, she lifts herself on her tiptoes, and her lips crash into mine, hungry and determined, our tongues fighting to take the lead of this little dance.
She kisses like she’s been left waiting for too long. Our kiss outside was deep, all-consuming, but this one? This one is messy, urgent, a promise of what’s to come. She tastes of rain and trouble, clouding my senses, making everything but her disappear from my mind.
I grip her waist, pulling her flush against me, and she moans into the kiss, sending a jolt of electricity through my whole body and right to my cock.
“You want me to stop?” I ask, my voice rough, my eyes drawn to her plump lips, silently praying for her to not deny me. My brain is about to short-circuit, and I want to give in badly. Let instinct take over and have her.
“Are you insane?” Her voice is barely above a breathless whisper. “Don’t you fucking dare stop.”
I grin at her, a low chuckle escaping me as I slide my hands down her back, giving her ass a squeeze that makes her giggle as I pull her in closer.
A happy sigh falls from my lips when her body melts against mine like we were made for each other. She kisses me with a hunger I can feel in my bones, her hands wandering under my soaking wet shirt, her hot hands drawing patterns over my freezing skin.
“Fuck. You don’t know what you do to me, sweetheart,” I growl into the kiss, my hands sliding down her sides, tracing the curve of her waist as my knee slides between her legs. She shivers when I squeeze her ass, her hands wandering to my front to hurriedly push my jacket off my shoulders.
“Then show me,” she murmurs, her voice laced with need, and it shoots blood straight to my cock.
I groan, my heart thundering in my ribcage as I pull her into another kiss, rougher, more desperate. I need to have her. I can’t get her close quick enough. Not breaking the kiss, I pull off her jacket and mindlessly throw it into a corner, my hands immediately finding the hem of her shirt.
We break the kiss, blinking at each other breathlessly, with flushed faces and desire so intense that for a moment, we both freeze.
But then her face breaks into a grin. I catch her lips in another heated kiss as I walk her backward to the bed, unclasping her bra as the back of her knees nudge against the bedframe.
She lets out a small gasp when I break the kiss, my fingertips dancing over her skin. I’m trying to remember every curve, every dip, trying to memorize every sound falling from her lips.
I drag my mouth along her neck, her soft, breathy moans sending shivers down my spine, urging me on and making me crave more of those sounds.
“You’re fucking beautiful,” I murmur, kissing the soft skin along her collarbone. I continue down, drawing a wet line between her breasts with my tongue, while my hands find her panties, fingers trembling as I pull them off, shaking with restraint.
“You’re not so bad yourself,” she whispers breathlessly, her fingers running through my hair.
I pull away for a second and sit up, breathless, taking a moment to look at her. Her hair is a mess, spread over her pillow in a tangled halo. Her chest heaves with every breath as she stares back at me through hooded eyes, that lip between her teeth not doing a good job at hiding her seductive grin.
“What are you thinking about?” she asks in a whisper, and I tear my eyes away from that tortured lip and back to her eyes.
“Thinking about how you’re mine,” I whisper, my lips tugging into a smile as that knowledge settles in my gut.She’s mine. My hands wander up the back of her thighs. I pull her legs around my waist, grinning when it elicits a soft shriek as I pull her down the bed a bit. “How I’m never going to let you go, ever.”
Fuck, she’s so wet already. My fingers glide through her wet folds, my cock hardening more with every soft moan falling from her lips when I sink a finger inside her.
Before I can react, she suddenly frees her legs, sits up and turns us around, pushing my back onto the mattress and straddling me. Her hands slide down my chest, then free my cock from my briefs. I let out a sigh when she palms it, giving it a few wavering strokes.
Her lips press against mine, then kiss a trail along my chin as she twists her wrist and lets her thumb glide over my head, drawing a groan from my lips.
“You want me?” she whispers against my ear, her voice thick and raspy with desire.
“Always,” I admit with a growl, gripping her hips tightly. “Need you, Nic.”
She shivers, a soft laugh making her body tremble before she presses her lips against mine for a deep kiss. Her hands draw patterns over my chest, while mine find her ass, pulling her core tightly against mine, and I swallow her moan.
“Fucking beautiful,” I whisper when I sink a finger into her, finding her clit with my thumb. She bucks her hips and throws back her head in pleasure. “Take what you need, sweetheart.”
“I needyou,” she whispers. Her admission makes my heart jump, my cock straining with the need to claim her finally. “Inside me, Henry. Now.”
I’m about to line myself up with her entrance when it hits me.
“Are we … good?” I ask her softly, and her eyes jump to mine, surprise written all over her face. “Are you on birth control?”
