Page 72 of Any Second Now
“First of all, I absolutely hate the fact that you just named your ex while you’re sitting on my lap.” I drop my hands and squeeze her ass playfully. She yelps and scoots forward away from my hands, almost exactly where I want her. Some of the tension fades from her face when I half groan, half sigh. “Never do that again.”
“Fine. What’s the second point?” she asks, leaning back in for a brief, soft kiss, swiping her tongue slowly and sensually in my mouth.
“Second of all, this is technically thethirdtime we’ve kissed since your divorce.” I am so fucking hard right now and I reach down to adjust my cock against the unforgiving denim.
A little satisfied sound comes from her throat, half moan, half sigh. Fuck me. I slide my hands back onto her ass, and this time, I press her forward all the way. This time, she definitely moans.
“Believe it or not, I haven’t kissed anyone else since your divorce either,” I whisper.
“Really?” Raleigh leans back, her forehead crinkled.
“Yeah,” I say, shifting my groin against her pelvis. Her eyes shut briefly.
She opens her eyes and rocks gently against my groin, her arms resting on my shoulders.
This woman.
She’s mine.
I need her to be mine.
I’m gonna let this happen. I’m gonna let myself go with her—not completely, of course, just a little bit—and try to forget all my issues with dating someone or falling in love.
Not that this is love. Of course it’s not.
“I have something else to tell you,” Raleigh says. “Before this goes any further.”
“Tell me.” My voice cracks as she continues to gently, slowly rock. Doing this fully clothed is almost more of a turn-on then being naked. Who knew dry humping was so good?
She squeezes her eyes shut for a beat. “I’ve only slept with two people in my entire life.”
Holy shit. I’ve slept with… I definitely stopped counting a long, long, time ago.
“Raleigh—” I start, but what am I going to say to her? I don’t want to talk her out of this, but I want to be sure she really wants it. I don’t want to fuck this woman over. She’s so good.
Too good for me.
Raleigh crashes her lips on mine and her breath quickens as she grinds against me. I kiss her again and again, and soon our tongues are intertwined and her chest is pressed up against me. The little noises she’s making have me on the edge. I want more, but kissing her, her rubbing against me fully clothed, almost has me coming through two layers of clothing.
I can’t help but reach between us and press my hand between her legs. Her jeans are too thick but she writhes against me.
Fuuuuck. I flick the top button of her jeans open and unzip, giving me access to her soft underwear, such a thin layer between my fingers and her pussy. Fuck me—she’s soaked already.
“Raleigh, tell me how bad you want this. I need to hear it.” I breathe into her neck while I stroke her over the thin layer of fabric.
But this summer—for the remaining time Raleigh is here—I’ll pretend to be the man Raleigh deserves. If she allows me to. I’ll let myself imagine being the kind of guy who could commit to a woman like Raleigh. A woman who menshouldcommit to, not fuck and flee.
“Yes, I’m sure. I need you—this—to help me move on. To help mechange.”
“What the fuck would you want to change?” I growl and reach behind her with my free hand so I can run my hand up her back, unhooking her bra and setting her breasts free. They’re at mouth level and I push up her shirt and bra to take one rosy nipple in my mouth. It pebbles under the swipes of my tongue.
With my other hand, I push aside her underwear and gently stroke her wet entrance.
I echo her moan as she presses down on my hand.
“I don’t know.” She’s breathing heavy now, and I need her wearing less clothing. “Just trying out a new me.”
I let go of her breast and look up, my fingers still swiping her pussy, spreading the wetness, rubbing and creating friction. “I like the old you. And the new one. I like all versions of you.”
