She arched her back and moaned as his lips roamed her skin. “Later is good for me too.”
He slid his hand down her side, under her shirt, and then back up her spine. He shifted his weight, pressing his rock hard cock against her hip.
A voice whispered in the back of her head. This is the other extreme end of the spectrum from the no-strings sex we’ve had up till now. Even though they were saving the conversation about details, after the words exchanged in the car she knew this meant more. Was more what she really wanted?
The only thing she’d ever gained from over-analyzing her relationship with Zach was a headache. She wanted this. She wanted him. An annoying inner voice wasn't going to take it from her.
She crushed her mouth against his. Their tongues danced around each other, probing and massaging.
His leg slipped, and he broke away long enough to find a new position on the sofa.
She slid from underneath him, enjoying the question in his eyes. Heat spread through her cheeks at her own boldness. She nodded toward the bedroom. “If you want, we could do this somewhere with a little more privacy and room to maneuver.”
He helped her stand, and his lips glided along her ear. “I want.”
She led him toward the bedroom, boldness battling doubt. Uncertainty took control for a moment, and she hesitated.
He didn't seem deterred. He sat on the edge of the mattress and pulled her down next to him. The hungry way he pressed his mouth to hers chased away her questions, and buoyed her emotion to the surface. This was incredible. He leaned her back, never pulling his lips away. Her heart clenched and skipped.
He followed the curve of her breast with his hand, fingertips trailing up to the rigid point. When he brushed his thumb across the swollen nub, she gasped at the pull that ran through her. He pinched the pink button, twisting and pulling. “Harder,” she pleaded.
He obliged. “You’re sexy as fuck. In case I haven’t specifically said that yet.”
The words mingled with his touch and raised her temperature. She dug her nails into his back when he found a sweet spot. Taking the cue, he shoved her tank top out of the way and lowered his lips to suck her nipple— alternating between a flicking tongue and light nibbles. Her senses flared to life, dancing around each new sensation. Everything she’d tried to force with Scott flowed to the surface now. Need. Passion. Desire.
His attentions left her head feeling as if it was full of helium. She took her camisole off and nudged his shoulders. She wanted to taste him.
“What are you up to?” he asked as he rolled onto his back.
“You’ll see.” She moved between his legs, spurred forward by the bulge underneath. The denim of his jeans was rough but pleasant against her thighs. She moved her lips across his chest. She said a silent thank you when she didn’t fumble too much with his belt or zipper.
She kissed down his chest to the newly exposed skin. He moaned when her cool fingertips found his warm member through the fabric. She met his eyes as she freed him, and wrapped her hand around his shaft. She flicked her tongue over the swollen head. He closed his eyes and inhaled sharply through his teeth.
“Later.” He reached down and drew her up to lie next to him.
“What guy doesn’t want a blow job?”
He propped himself up on his elbow and traced lines along her bare stomach. A smile played on his lips. “I do, trust me, I do. But honestly, I won’t hold out long with your soft lips wrapped around my cock, and I want to hear you scream first.”
A sharp stab of arousal filled her at the blunt confession, but she tried to stay coy. “Scream, huh? My sister’s in the next room.”
“Wearing her headphones, music all the way up. I know my people. Can we focus on us again?” His warm palm on her stomach and lips pressed to hers pushed the concern aside. His hand slid lower, brushing the outside of her thin shorts, and her hips shifted closer to his touch. He rubbed her mound through fabric with his fingers, and his erection pressed into her leg.
He trailed his mouth down her jaw and then back to her neck. His touch dipped under the elastic waist of her panties to the smooth flesh beneath. She bit her bottom lip in anticipation.
He dipped his fingers between her folds. “You’re so wet. You’re not enjoying this, are you?”
“Maybe.” Meant to be sultry, her reply came out as a shy whisper.