Page 82 of When It's Us
My mouth goes dry, and she whisper-shouts, “What the hell are you doing?”
I grin up at her. “What? This is romantic as fuck.”
Wait, what?
She stares at me; one flawless auburn eyebrow arched over skeptical blue eyes. A soft smile tugs at her lips as she lightly shakes her head. “What are you talking about?”
“Come let me in before I freeze my nuts off,” I tell her, ignoring her question.
“It’s July.”
“It’s Montana,” I volley back.
“You’re ridiculous.”
“Okay, then, let me in before they fall off from blue balls.”
That earns me a little chuckle and it’s music to my ears. She glances behind her, maybe to check and make sure Hales doesn’t hear her, then turns back to the window.
“Your sister is asleep right downstairs.”
“I can be quiet.”
She rolls her eyes. “Says the guy standing outside, chucking rocks at my window at ten o’clock at night.”
“Come on.” I wait a beat, staring up at her. “Please?”
She narrows her eyes at me. “Are you drunk?”
“Jesus, no. I just…” I lift my hands and drop them at my sides, looking around.
I don’t know what the fuck I’m doing. I only know I’d rather be here with her than go home alone, and that is a foreign fucking feeling. Apparently, it makes me desperate, too, because for the first time, I think she might turn me down.
She seems to weigh her options, flicking her gaze over me before she reluctantly nods. “Gimme a minute.”
“Okay,” I whisper-shout. “I’ll wait on the porch.”
I hear the slide of the window closing and make my way back to the front of the house, creeping like a ninja. It only takes a few minutes before I hear the deadbolt unlatch and the door swings open quietly, revealing Ginger in that same crop top and pair of sweatpants. Even in her pajamas, she’s sexy as fuck.
I grin at her.
She rolls her eyes with a tiny smirk and waves me forward, stepping to the side so I can cross the threshold. She shuts the door behind me, and I immediately reach for her, tugging her to me by the softness of her waist. She still smells so fucking good.
She puts a hand on my abs and pushes me back a half step, searching my eyes, then dropping her gaze to my mouth.
She launches herself at me, my hands immediately bracketing her waist, making me stumble back against the closed door a bit as I take her weight. She swipes her tongue into my mouth, dancing it over mine, devouring my mouth as I moan against her. We kiss until we’re both breathless, hands roaming, teeth clashing, chests heaving.
Reaching down, she cups my dick through my jeans, giving it a rough squeeze and making me groan.
“Upstairs,” I pant against her mouth, “now.”
She turns, and we hurry through the living room and kitchen, careful to keep our footsteps light since Hales’ bedroom is less than thirty feet away. We head up the stairs and down the hall. I follow her into her room and shut the door behind me, feeling like a fifteen-year-old kid sneaking a girl into his room while his parents are asleep down the hall.
I reach for her, dropping my eyes down to her chest. Her nipples are still hard, so I bend and take one in my mouth through her shirt, snaking an arm around her waist. She gasps when I suck hard, arching against me.
“Let me get between these thighs again, yeah?” I whisper against her full tit, then scrape my teeth across it, making it peak impossibly further.
She whimpers and nods as I look up at her, still toying with her nipple through her shirt.
