Page 52 of No Rings Attached
My hand shifted to cup her cheek and draw her attention up. Knowing I couldn’tsaywhat was really on my mind, I had this driving need to at leastshowher. To let her feel how much I was on her side and how badly I wanted her to see her worth.
When our eyes met, she slid her hands up my chest to rest on my shoulders, and every single part of my body sang with awareness. I leaned in, making it clear I wanted to kiss her again. Our mouths were practically touching. I wanted to give her an out, yet I also prayed she wouldn’t take it.
I forced the words out. “Tell me to stop.”
She shook her head and shifted closer. “No, I want this, even if it’s just for right now.”
I wanted to go slow, but I couldn’t.
My lips crashed down on hers.
And when she let out a soft whimper, I didn’t think.
I acted.
I cradled the back of her head, fisting her hair, so I could shift her mouth where I needed it. But it wasn’t enough. I wanted to touch her everywhere. My other hand gripped her hip, kneading at the soft flesh, as she moaned.
Ellie threw a leg over mine so our bodies pressed closer together.
I prayed she wouldn’t regret this later.
I knew I wouldn’t.
But more important than how good she felt in my arms was showing her that she was desired and worthy of true devotion.
Our kiss was all heat and hunger. Every brush of her lips sparked a fire in me.
I couldn’t get enough of her.
Her hands twined around my neck, and I pulled her into my lap. Her hips rocked into mine and her teeth nipped at my lower lip. I couldn’t hold back a groan when she started riding me.
I wanted nothing more than this moment, but I knew we couldn’t go too far. There were four old ladies in the next room who would be all too happy to watch this show.
Ellie squirmed in my arms and gasped as I nibbled across her jaw and lightly bit her earlobe.
It had been years since I’d made out on the couch with a girl. Yet with Ellie, everything felt new and exciting.
“Do you know how badly I want you right now?” I growled. “For real?”
Ellie rolled her hips once more, slowly tilting her pelvis, so it dragged along my hard as steel dick. “I have a clue,” she whispered, her voice husky and dripping with desire.
My hand slid under her shirt, and I groaned at the softness of her skin. I trailed my fingers slowly up her torso, loving every dip and curve until they reached the lace bra she wore. My thoughts jumped back to the night on the side of the road when she ran out of the woods in one just like this.
Fuck me.
My breath caught and my dick jumped so hard I almost came in my fucking pants. “Goddamn it, Ellie,” I groaned.
“Hold on a second. Let me go check on those lovebirds!” Glamma called loudly from the kitchen, and I had the distinct impression she did it to warn us.
“Oh, my God! Your grandmother!” Ellie frantically scrambled off my lap. By the time Glamma made it into the room, Ellie was running a hand down her shirt, then through her hair.
“Hi, Glamma!” Her overly loud greeting made us both cringe.
“Relax,” I leaned in and whispered in her ear.
“Right. Relax. I’m doing that. See how relaxed I am? I’m totally chill.” Her fire-engine red cheeks were certainly a dead giveaway about our um,activities,but her fidgeting and fast-talking probably clinched it for Glamma.
“I can tell,” I teased her, and she quickly whacked my arm.
