Page 149 of The Hookup Situation
“Jules,” he breathes against my lips, not pulling away, just needing to say my name.
“I know,” I whisper.
I feel the magic between us. This shift. This change. Thiswonderful, terrifying thing that’s been percolating between us over the past year.
He kisses me again, backing me up until I’m pressed against the corn stalks. They rustle around us, creating a curtain of sound that makes this feel even more private, more ours. His body cages me in, but I don’t feel trapped. I feel protected. Cherished. Wanted.
When we break apart, we’re breathless. My lips are swollen, tingling, and I feel dizzy, drunk on him. His forehead rests against mine, and we hold each other for a moment.
“That was …” I don’t know how to describe it.
“Yeah,” he agrees, knowing what I mean.
“I want …” I pull him down so I can whisper in his ear. “I want you to make me forget my name. I want you to make me come so hard that I see pumpkins in the stars.”
He groans. “Damn, girl. Never heard the word used during foreplay.”
I snicker. “First time for everything.”
His hand slides under my dress, to the edge of my slit, and I gasp. “Badfuckinggirl.”
I gasp. “I’m prepared.”
“And so wet and ready.”
“You’re a turn-on,” I breathe out.
“Tell me something,” he says.
His fingers tease me, but don’t quite touch where I need and want them.
“When twenty-something-year-old you put this on your list, did you think you’d ever do it?”
“No,” I admit, inhaling as his fingers make contact between my slick folds before he slides one digit inside. “I never thought I’d find someone who could satisfy me.”
“And I do?”
He steadies me as he continues to torturously move in and out of me. When his thumb rubs against my clit, my eyes roll in the back of my head.
“Yes.”
I feel his body heat as he leans in, the warmth of his breath causing a delightful tickle on my neck and sending thrilling shivers down my spine. His scent, pine needles and leather, wraps around me. It’s then that I realize how much I want him, how much I’ve always wanted him.
He continues to tease my clit with his thumb and adds another finger. Two digits deep. I wrap my arms around him, hanging on to him as I take the ride of a lifetime on his hand.
A gasp escapes me at the intense pleasure that sweeps through me. Anticipation dances in my trembling legs as I rock against his hand. I hear voices surrounding us, and the thought of getting caught makes my pussy clench around his fingers. I’ve never done something so risqué or taken control like this, but I’m so turned on that I can’t help it.
Nick continues to finger-fuck me and leans forward, kissing me. His mouth slides to my ear and down my neck. “Your skin tastes so good.”
Everywhere his lips touch, sparks ignite. His teeth graze my skin, and he plunges deeper into me.
My breath catches in anticipation as I approach the precipice at a sprint. My heavy breaths mingle with the gentle rustling of corn stalks swaying in the breeze. I can barely handle how good his hands on me feels. A moan releases from me, and Nick laughs against my neck.
“Shh, Little Red. Don’t want anyone to overhear.”
He continues to touch me, and I feel safe, even as we’re doing something so risky.
The intensity builds, and I hold on to him, fingers digging into his shoulders as waves of sensation wash over me.
