Page 65 of The Hookup Situation
Her eyes stay locked on mine as I take my time licking salt from her neck as she places her hands on my shoulders. I lean in for the lime, our mouths barely brushing as I take it.
“How was that?” I ask.
“Perfect,” she says. “Can we do it again?”
This time, Julie reaches behind her and unzips her dress. Thedark orange fabric falls to a puddle around her feet. She’s standing in her bra and panties.
“Go ahead,” she whispers. “I know you want to look.”
My brain short-circuits. She’s standing in black lace, confident and gorgeous, taking control of her own desires.
“Jules,” I breathe, “you’re killing me.”
“That’s the point.” She takes my hand, leading me to the couch. “My turn to learn. Show me.”
I pull my shirt over my head, and her eyes go wide.
“Jesus, Nick.”
“Hockey body,” I say with a shrug.
“Lie down,” she commands, pointing at the couch.
I do what she wants and stretch out on the cushions. She straddles my hips, and the weight of her, the heat … it’s almost too much.
“Where do you want the salt?” she asks.
“Wherever you want it,” I tell her.
I place my hands behind my head, giving her full access as she sets the lime in my mouth.
I’m hard as a rock, and there’s no hiding that. She feels me—that’s why she’s rocking against me. Julie trails her finger down my chest, then drags her tongue across my stomach in the same places. My eyes roll into the back of my head, and I keep my hands to myself as she grinds back and forth.
“Fuck.” I groan around the lime.
She sprinkles salt and licks it up, takes the shot, then leans down for the lime I’m holding between my teeth. Our lips brush, and suddenly, we’re kissing. Deep, desperate, as she still straddles me.
“Your turn,” she says against my mouth.
This time, she slides off me, pulling me to sit up.
She’s still in her lingerie, skin flushed, and I have to remind myself to breathe.
“Where?” My voice is wrecked.
She tilts her head back, exposing her throat again. “Here.”
I take my time, kissing along her collarbone first, feeling her pulse race under my lips. After the salt and shot, I catch the lime from her mouth, our tongues brushing.
“Nick,” she gasps, pulling back, “if we don’t stop now …”
“I know.” I’m breathing hard, my hands on her waist. “You’re right.”
She doesn’t move away. “The wait will destroy me.”
“In the very best way.” I trace my thumb along her jaw. “Tomorrow night, I’m taking you on a real date.”
“Like the ones we’ve been on haven’t been real,” she teases, but she’s smiling.
