Page 52 of We Thought We Were Invincible
“Oh, you like my butt, do you?” I laughed, pushing open the door.
I found her sitting at her desk, staring at a stack of college brochures.
“Finally going to fill out your applications?” I asked.
“I'm not really sure.” She glanced up. “I was just thinking about mom and what she'd want.”
I walked over to her and bent down to wrap my arms around her.
“What are you doing?” she asked.
“We're done fighting.” I kissed the top of her head before lifting her to her feet.
“Just like that?”
“Yeah.” I smiled when she faced me. “Just like that.”
Leading her toward the bed, I pulled back the covers and slid in, scooting over to make room for her. When she took the invitation, I released a sigh and pulled her against me.
She didn't resist, and it felt good to have her in my arms. It felt right. My arms circled her waist, and I nudged her hair to the side to press kisses against her soft skin. A shiver ran up her spine and I grinned against her shoulder.
My hand dipped under her tank, rubbing small circles along the flat planes of her stomach as my lips continued their trail along her neck.
A groan escaped her lips, and I clutched her tighter.
“That was the sexiest thing I've ever heard.”
“You shouldn't be in here,” she whispered. “What if Colby wakes up? Or Kat? And you aren't asleep on the couch.”
In one swift movement, I flipped her around so she was facing me. She let out a yelp of surprise.
“Shhh,” I whispered, brushing my lips against hers. “Let's just make sure they don't wake up.”
I cut off any further words with a crushing kiss that I felt in every bone in my body. Wrapping her arms around my back, she molded herself to me, throwing one leg over mine.
“Mmmm,” I moaned. “You taste sweet.”
My wandering hands pushed her tank up higher until half her stomach was bare. I bent down to drop tiny kisses on the exposed skin, leaving fire in my wake.
She ran her hands through my hair, tugging on the ends. I looked up at her with heated eyes.
As I moved back up toward her, she surprised me by pushing my shirt up. I yanked it off over my head. She sucked in a breath and sat up, pushing me down in the same movement. Starting at the dip of my throat, she kissed her way down, using her tongue to draw circles on my skin.
She'd just started tracing the ridges of my abs when a door opened into the hall. She stilled, her face hovering over my chest, listening intently. My muscles tensed, waiting. We heard the bathroom door open and shut. A minute later, it opened again. We didn't move until we heard a bedroom door close.
She collapsed onto me with a sigh, burying her face in my neck. My arms held her to me.
“This sucks,” she mumbled.
“I don't know.” I chuckled. “All this sneaking around is kinda hot.”
She pinched my side, and I flipped her over, still laughing. “You want it rough now, do you?” I asked, not giving her a chance to respond before my fingers dug into her sides.
“No,” she whined. “I hate being tickled.” she squirmed beneath me, but I pinned her between my legs, continuing the onslaught. Despite what I'd said, I wasn't rough about it, my hands working themselves up her sides as she twisted and laughed.
Suddenly I wasn't tickling her anymore. Instead, I was sliding her tank up and over her sexy white bra. I took it off over her head and didn't waste any time moving toward her shorts. Her breath quickened as my touch grazed the skin under the band of her shorts.
“Jamie.” Her voice came out a strangled cry, and I stilled, kicking myself for pushing her too far. She shrank into herself, rolling over and pulling her legs up toward her chest.
