Page 42 of Starstruck
Do I regret it?
That depends on what the next words out of her mouth are.
“Oh, well, um…thank you,” she says, uncertainty laced in her tone.
My brows furrow.
That’s it? Just a stuttered, uncertainthank you?
This whole scene played outmuchdifferently in my head.
I open my mouth to speak, but nothing comes out. An awkward tension grows between us as we continue to stare at each other, neither of us willing to speak first.
My face is still inches from hers until, finally, shebreaks our stare, turning to walk around her desk. But before she can, I grab her by the hand and spin her back around to face me. There’s no way I’m letting her get away with a patheticthank you.
Not again.
“Bax—” she starts, caught off guard by my sudden movement, but I cut her off by pressing my lips to hers.
I’m immediately transported back to our first night together, the feel of her mouth against mine igniting a fire inside me. I’m reminded of how soft her skin was as I trailed my fingers over her nipples and how tight her pussy squeezed as she came around my cock.
All I fucking want is for it to happen again.
The room around us falls silent as we stand there, her body pressed firmly against mine. I bring my hand up to her neck, tilting her head back slightly, and she relaxes, her mouth opening for me.
I allow myself entry and sweep my tongue against hers, sucking it into my mouth. Her arms come up around my neck and I bend, lifting her by the legs. I turn us so she’s seated on her desk, but her legs stay wrapped around my hips. My cock grows hard in my jeans as she grips me tighter, pressing our centres against each other.
My hands roam her body, making their way under her shirt to tease her soft skin. I bring one hand up to cup her breast, and she moans, pulling her mouth from mine.
“We shouldn’t do this,” she pants, her cheeks flushed and her eyes half-lidded. It’s clear she wants this as badly as I do, but something is stopping her. I’m determined to find out what.
“Why not?” My teeth graze her ear, and she hums, shuddering as goosebumps break out over her skin.
“One night,” is all she says, her voice an octave deeper from the lust coursing through her. “We agreed.”
I press my hand to the side of her neck and capture her eyes in mine. “We did,” I rasp. “But we’re both consenting adults, which means we can also agree to more, if that’s what we want.” I tracemy thumb over the pulse point on her neck, squeezing gently, her eyes not once wavering from mine. “I want this, Lennon. I wantyou.”
Her lips part slightly as my fingers find their way up her skirt, skimming over her core.
I let out a groan. “Based on how soaked your panties are right now, I’d say you want this, too.”
My eyes darken as she catches her bottom lip between her teeth, and my grip on her neck tightens.
“Do you, Lennon?” My voice is hoarse and full of hunger. Hunger for her. Only for her. “Do you want this?”
Do you want me?
My unspoken question dances in the tension between us. Her eyes find mine as she nods. It’s subtle at first, but the longer her eyes stay locked on mine, the more sure she becomes, pulling my face down again. My lips hover over hers as she presses her body against mine.
“Use your words, Lenny girl.”
“I want you,” she whispers, and that’s all it takes for my lips to meet hers.
She kisses me with such vigor, such passion, and I bask in this feeling. It’s not one I’m used to, not one I’ve felt with anyone other than her, but it’s one I’d do anything to feel over and over again.
I grasp the bottom of her shirt, breaking our kiss only for as long as it takes to peel it over her head. She moves to get mine off, too, her hands skimming my bare chest once it joins hers. She pulls me close again, her fingers working the button on my jeans and her movements hurried and impatient.
“You’re a greedy little slut, aren’t you?” I tease, my eyes drinking her in.
