Page 80 of Collide
Summer fists my shirt and pulls me toward her, eradicating any concerns of possible onlookers. “Aren’t you going to kiss me, Crawford?”
I palm her face. Beautiful plump lips that have haunted my every thought are so close, my mouth waters. From the moment I walked out of her dorm, I’ve been thinking about her lips. Wondering why I hadn’t claimed them like I did her pussy.
“I’ve been dying to taste these lips,” I whisper before I capture her next breath in my mouth. It’s explosive, a crackling fire that sparks to life. Her soft lips melt into mine, our mouths fusing in a desperate battle. The first glide of her tongue strikes me like a lance of fire. A pulsing sensation caresses my body as I sweep my thumb over the delicate skin of her jawline.
Her kiss is dangerous. Addictive. Part of me is glad I didn’t kiss her until now because if I’d tasted her sooner I wouldn't have held out so long.
I pull Summer to my lap so she straddles me. The instant rock of her hips makes me voice a tortured groan, and she takes the opportunity to slip her tongue inside my mouth. With every dance of her tongue against mine, a quiet shiver rolls through me and blinding fireworks burst behind my eyes. Summer grinds harder, feeling exactly how turned on I am, and I’m trying every trick in the book to not come fast.
She places my hands high on her hips, allowing me to slide them up to touch the silky skin beneath her shirt. Her whimper vibrates against my skin when I touch the lace of her bra, sending a shudder rocking through me.
Summer pulls back to take a breath, her full lips swollen, and eyes as dark as night.
She’s fucking pretty. Like really pretty. Just being this up close feels like a violent hit to the chest. I can feel this image making a home in every part of my brain.
Soft tendrils frame her face, and when I brush them away, brown eyes glimmer. We’re both breathing hard, and my body feels wound up like a toy as I stare at her parted lips.
Desperate, I pull her shirt up until the lacy white bra that barely covers her heavy tits is on full display. The air grows so thick I feel like I’m suffocating. I fist her hair to pull her back to my lips. She doesn’t miss a beat as she falls into rhythm, sliding her hands down my abs and hooking them around the waistband of my jeans. Her movements are quick, and I’m dying to free myself and sink into her. But for some fucked up reason, even with every ounce of blood in my body rushing to my dick, I want to go slow.
I want to hear her voice, to make her laugh, to make her scream when I slowly bring her to her climax. I want all of it, all night long. But with the pace she’s going, she’s ready to get it over with on the cold leather seats of my truck. We’ve barely spoken a word since we got inside and I have the clawing need to hear her voice, or her insults,anything.
“Did you wear this for me?” I ask as her lips skim the base of my throat, igniting a line of fire, and I absently glide my fingers along the material of her bra.
She pulls back as if trying to figure out why the hell I’m talking. “Yeah, and then I got your name tattooed on my ass.”
I laugh, and she smiles. Instantly, I’m vindicated when her raspy voice turns me on to a new degree. I explore the bare skin of her stomach, as I glide my lips along her neck in open-mouthed kisses.
“Oh myGod,” she moans when I nip the area just below her ear. I make note of that reaction for future purposes. When she pulls at my waistband again, the whoosh of car tires against the slick pavement outside distracts me from my intoxication.
It snaps me back to reality, and I hold her hands. “Wait.”
Wait?
My cock stands still, as if telling me how much I’m going to regret this. “I don’t want our first time to be in my truck.”
Her eyes soften, but she blinks, clearing away any vulnerability. “Who cares? It’s not like I was picturing flowers and candles.”
The shitty part is, I would have gotten her those if I wasn’t sure she would throw them back at my face. “You deserve more than a quick fuck in a parking lot.”
Despite the very disrespectful images running through my mind, I would much rather do all those things to her in my room. Or hers. Anything with a bed and four walls.
Her throat bobs and I can’t tell whether her expression is understanding or annoyed. Summer doesn’t look at me as she moves off my lap and fixes her shirt back in place. She doesn’t say anything for a long minute, allowing the tension to grow thick enough to taste.
“This nice guy act is starting to get annoying.”
Annoyance it is, then.
I sigh. “You can’t be mad because I think we shouldn’t do this in my back seat.”
She finally looks at me, and something frigid settles in the once electric air. “No, I’m not mad. Because unlike you, I’m not letting my emotions get involved in this.” Her laugh isn’t friendly at all. “You seriously have to be the first jock to turn down a girl in his lap.”
Summer throws open the car door and jumps out, slamming it shut behind her. In the cold secluded air of my truck, I mutter a curse and slide out with an uncomfortable erection in my pants.
She’s already halfway across the parking lot before I process what’s happening. How the fuck did this go so wrong?
“Let me drive you home,” I call after her.
“I have legs. Call me when you’re not pretending to be a gentleman.”
