Page 52 of Aftertaste

I laughed and threw a bottle of water at him then sat next to Sage on the sofa. My arm wrapped around her shoulders as I pulled her toward me and handed her a bottle too. “If you actually attended your classes then maybe you wouldn’t have to do schoolwork on a Saturday.”

“Whatever,” Cory grumbled, downing half of the bottle in one. “I’m so over Coach making us keep a high GPA. Who cares what grade I get in Miss Bernard’s class? I’m too busy staring at her tight ass body to listen to what she’s saying.”

I snorted, knowing he wouldn’t be saying that if Carter was here with us. “Careful,” I warned him, but I only half meant it. The thought of Carter would be enough for him to not say another word about Miss Bernard.

Cory capped the bottle and threw it back at me. “You’re no fun, Storm.” He raised a brow as if he was trying to goad me, but the fucker knew better than that. I didn’t take the bait, no matter who it was from. “I’m headed to Hensley’s party.” He stretched his arms above his head. “You two coming?”

I turned to face Sage. “You want to go to the party?” I hoped her answer would be no because I wasn’t in the mood to share her tonight. It had been four weeks today since we’d first met, and I knew her mom was on a double nightshift tonight which meant she could stay over, only this time she’d sleep in the bed I slept in instead of in the main house.

“Not really,” she whispered, shuffling closer to me. “Can we just stay here?”

I dipped my head and placed my lips against the edge of her ear. “We can do anything you want to do.”

Her chest heaved with a breath, and her squirm told me my words had the effect I wanted them to. Now all we needed was for Cory to get the hell out of here. I could feel him watching us, but I couldn’t resist pressing my lips against the soft patch of skin underneath her ear. I didn’t stop there though, I continued on down her neck until her soft moans filled my ears.

“Fuck, man, wait for me to leave at least. Damn.”

I chuckled, not stopping even when the door to the guest house slammed shut.

“Storm,” Sage groaned out, her tone raspy.

“Sage.” I pressed my lips to the underside of her jaw, only stopping when I was a centimeter from her lips. Our eyes connected, something unspoken said without us having to verbalize a single word.

I wanted her. She wanted me. And there was nothing in the way to stop us.

Her hand pressed against the side of my face, her eyes glassing over as she pushed her fingers into my hair. “Baby,” she whispered, her chest lifting on a deep breath. “I’ve never felt anything like this before.”

“Me neither,” I confessed.

I wasn’t sure what we were going to do with the words we’d just spoken, but the craving to show her how much I meant them was too much to deny.

Our lips joined, but this kiss was so much different to every kiss that came before it. It was more than our mouths connecting, it was a promise, one neither of us would ever break. She was it for me, and I was willing to show her that every single day. Our lives may have been worlds apart, but our souls were as close as two could be.

My hand worked its way over her shoulder and to her hip as my tongue danced against hers. I didn’t know if I was going too fast or too slow, but as soon as her legs wrapped around my hips, I knew I couldn’t slow down. Not now. Not when we were so close.

I didn’t hesitate as I wrapped my arms around her and stood, bringing her with me. She pulled her lips away from mine as I moved us toward my bedroom, but she didn’t stop kissing me. She lavished my neck with attention while her hands worked their way under my T-shirt, bringing it up and demanding to take it off over my head.

There was no denial on my part as she threw it on the floor, exposing my chest and abs to her. She dragged her fingertips slowly over my muscles, taking each one of them in.

“You’re like a statue of perfection,” she sighed out, her gaze meeting mine. I sat on the edge of my bed, holding her to me and needing to see her skin as much as she needed to see mine.

The shirt she wore had buttons all the way up the front, and although my mind told me to undo each one and slowly reveal her to me, I couldn’t wait. I grabbed each side of her shirt, yanking on it, and causing the buttons to pop.

Her red lace bra had me salivating, but it was her nipples peeking through the fabric that had my hips thrusting. My rock-hard cock pressed against her and her moan was enough for me to take charge and take her bra off in the same way I had her shirt.

I didn’t wait a single second to dive forward and pull her nipple into my mouth. Her hips gyrated against me, her shorts and my sweats the only thing in the way, so I reached down, undid her zipper, and tried to pull them off.

She leaned to the side, but she couldn’t get them fully off while my mouth was still attached to her chest. “Storm,” she gasped out. “Storm. Let me take them off. Please.”

I didn’t want to stop touching her. I wanted to mark every inch of her body with my touch. But to be able to do that, I needed to view all of her body. So reluctantly, I let her go, not moving my gaze off her as she pulled back and stood in front of me.

Her shirt was hanging open, her bra halfway off, and her shorts undone. I placed my hands behind me, leaned back, and watched her with my full attention as she slowly pulled the shirt down her arms, followed by her bra, and finally her shorts.

I salivated at the sight of her curves and the matching red lace panties covering her pussy. My fingers twitched to reach forward and snap them off her body, but I resisted the urge and instead just stared as she pulled them down her thighs and let them drop to the floor.

She took two steps forward and halted when she was between my legs, her naked body in full view.

“Fuck, Sage.” My nostrils flared. “You’re fuckin’ beautiful.” The blush that normally appeared on her cheeks flowed down to her chest. She paused her movements, staring at me for a few seconds, and I wondered what she was thinking. Was she second guessing this? Second guessing us. Just as I was about to sit up and hold her to me, she darted forward and yanked my sweats down. My cock sprang free, pulsating at the way she stared down at it. “Wow,” she whispered.

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