"Okay. One, two…" With absolutely zero intentions of ever making it to three, I charge forward, crushing my body into hers and covering her mouth with my own.
I wanted to catch her off guard. Sarah might have just been playing a game with this, but I’d like for her to see how much I want her. However, as she frantically shoves a hand into my hair and rolls her tongue in my mouth with a hungry moan, I’m overwhelmed by how much Sarah wants me.
Her tongue slides around mine as the tingle of her peppermint gum invades my mouth. I trail my hands over her back and down to her ass. It’s only when I meet the smooth, uncovered skin that I realize those sexy lace panties are actually a thong. Suddenly, visions of Sarah’s barely covered ass prowling up my bed invade my mind and force a growl from my throat.
It’s definitely time to move this to a horizontal platform.
I spin us around and back down the hall, careful to never to break the kiss that has gone wild. Her feet barely move as I begin to drag her toward my room. But barely is just not fast enough for me right now. When I lift her up, she thankfully gets the message, wrapping her legs around my hips. Unfortunately, what I didn’t prepare for was the moment when her covered core slides against my painfully hard cock. Two scraps of cotton are all that separate us.
"Fuck," I hiss, almost tripping over my own feet.
Sarah lets out her own breathy expletive. It may very well be the only thing that keeps my legs under me and moving toward the bedroom.
THERE IS nothing gentle or sensual about the way I’m kissing Leo. It’s ravenous. This may make me easy like Casey said, but I don’t give a damn what Leo thinks right now. I want him. It’s an added bonus that he seems to want me just as badly. But honestly, with the way I feel right now, I wouldn’t even care if he was only mildly interested.
I don’t have amnesia. I remember sex. I know it’s amazing. I know I used to love it. But what I don’t remember is this feeling of passion and urgency. I forgot this physical rush that builds with every stroke of Leo’s tongue. I also didn’t remember the spark I felt the second I came into contact with his hard-on. It ignited an uncontrollable flame inside me—one that threatens to consume me if I don’t get closer to him. But I just can’t get close enough to damper it. I absolutely remember sex, but I forgot all of the feelings that made it so spectacular—instead of just a mindless, self-induced orgasm.
Until now.
Leo blindly carries me down the hall. His eyes are closed as he kisses me. He uses one hand to support me, and the other is against the wall to guide his steps—and to occasionally prevent himself from falling. When we get to his room, he crashes us both onto the bed. His body crushes mine and our teeth painfully knock together.
"Shit. I’m sorry," Leo says, leaning away.
"I’m okay." I shove my hands down the back of his boxer briefs, and squeeze his firm ass.
He pushes up on an elbow, resting it next to my head. It lands directly on top of my long hair, which has fanned across the bed.
"Ow, ow, ow. You’re on my hair."
He quickly moves his arm away. "Shit. I’m sorry…again."
"I’m okay," I repeat, crawling backwards up the bed, pulling on his shoulders so he’ll follow me.
I’m desperate for this to continue. So desperate that I don’t pay attention to anything besides trying to regain the full contact we just lost. I’m so focused that I don’t realize where my leg is located in relation to Leo’s body. I lift my knee to maintain the forward momentum up the bed…
"Fuck," he groans, rolling over on the bed with his hands cupped between his legs.
Oh. My. God. I just kneed him in the balls.
Kill me now.
"Oh my God! Shit. Damn. Fuck. I’m so sorry!" I gasp as my face flushes with embarrassment. "Are you okay?"
Leo doesn’t say anything. He just lifts a finger into the air, asking for a minute with his eyes wrenched shut.
Another thing I didn’t remember was how much it sucks when that sexual rush is extinguished prematurely. I sit cross-legged on the other side of the bed and patiently wait for him to speak, feeling like a bumbling idiot. I’m out of practice in the bedroom, but for fuck’s sake, this is just ridiculous.
"Phew. All right," he says, still recovering. "Come here." He reaches out and grabs my arm, pulling me down onto the bed next to him.
"God, I’m so sorry."
"I’ll be fine. You got me good though."
"If I didn’t puke the first time we went out, I would consider this the most embarrassing moment of my dating life," I whine, rolling into his side.
"I once spit on a woman’s foot on a date." He begins teasing his fingertips up and down my arm.
I tilt my head back to see him better. "What?"
"Yeah. I was walking her to her door and a bug flew into my mouth. I paused to spit it out, but she kept walking forward. My spit landed directly on her sandal-clad foot. Bug and all." He smiles and shrugs.
"No way." I begin to laugh.