“Did you really come here tonight to watch a movie, Sydney?” He arches a brow, the look incredibly sexy, and I’m tempted to throw myself at him.
But I don’t. Not yet. The delicious anticipation slipping through my veins as we stare at each other, barely touching each other, tells me this is going to be worth the wait. “Did you really invite me here tonight to watch a movie, Wade?”
His fingers tighten around the back of my neck and he pulls me in closer. So close, our chests bump and I reach out, my fingers brushing against the hot, hard skin of his chest.
Oh my God, this man is going to be the absolute death of me.
“I don’t want to watch a movie.” He lifts his leg and kicks the laptop shut, the room immediately going dark.
“You should put away your laptop.” Could I sound any lamer? What am I, his mom?
“Fuck the laptop.” He nudges the laptop off the bed with his foot. I hear it land with a soft thud on the floor and I want to say something. Tell him he’s being crazy and neglectful, but I keep my mouth shut.
Not like I can talk anyway, what with the way Wade just pressed his lips to mine.
I close my eyes and sink into Sydney’s mouth, tasting her, savoring her, caressing the back of her neck with gentle fingers. The first touch of my mouth on hers lights a spark between us, flaming higher and higher with every stroke of our tongues, every shuddering breath across heated skin, every whispered sigh. She shifts closer to me, both of her hands resting on my chest before she starts sliding her fingers eagerly across my skin, making me shiver. I was hot enough before we started this.
Now I feel like I’m on fucking fire, just from her hands lightly touching my chest.
Wasting no time, my tongue searches her mouth, and I circle her tongue with mine, making her whimper. That needy little sound goes straight to my dick and I tug on her silky hair, tilting her head back so I can deepen the kiss. And she lets me, her head falling back, her lips still locked with mine. Her enthusiasm fuels me, driving me to take more, take harder, take faster, but I remind myself to keep it slow. Keep it easy.
The last thing I want to do is scare her off.
Her hands are everywhere. Wandering. Searching. Along my shoulders, across my collarbone, sliding over my pecs, cruising down along my ribs, my stomach. She’s not shy when she touches me. In fact, she’s downright greedy as her fingers curl around the waistband of my sweats, her knuckles brushing against sensitive, rarely touched skin, making me quiver.
Making me sweat.
I try to pull away from her touch, but she just grips the top of my sweatpants tighter, refusing to let go. Her fingers slowly slide beneath the fabric, pausing before they go farther, and I hold my breath, waiting for that moment when she makes her discovery. A tiny gasp escapes her and she whips her head up, her surprised gaze meeting mine.
“Um.” A pause, and she licks her lips, the sight of her pink tongue driving me out of my mind. I exhale raggedly, trying to grasp onto the tiny threads of control I’ve pretty much lost, knowing exactly what she’s about to say. “Are you wearing any underwear?”
I shake my head. Couldn’t she tell from the tent I’m popping that I’m free balling it?
“Oh,” she whispers, her fingers drifting straight across my dick. It jerks beneath her touch. “Wow.”
Christ, her fingers on me feel good. I shut my eyes, clench my teeth so tight it almost hurts while she continues her exploration. She runs her fingers across my lower belly, just her thumb skimming the length of my erection then back up, which somehow feels erotic as hell. She’s hardly touching me, driving me out of my ever-lovin’ mind, and I need to make her quit. I haven’t been with a woman in months, not since I’ve started training with the Niners. One wrong move and I’m blowing. If she wraps her fingers around my cock and strokes once, that’s gonna be it. It’ll be all over.
“Stop, Syd.” I grab her wrist, halting her from further exploration. “You’re driving me fucking crazy.”
She lifts that big blue-eyed gaze back up to mine once more, her parted lips damp and plump and so fucking sexy all I can think about is devouring her. “You really want me to stop?” The doubt in her voice is strong. She has no idea the effect she has on me.
“If you want me to come all over your fingers, then yeah. I suggest you stop,” I say gruffly, removing her hand from my pants. “We need to take this slow or it’ll be over before it’s even started.”
“Oh.” Her eyes are sparkling and she’s smiling so big I swear I can see every one of her teeth. I think she’s pleased by what I just said. “I don’t mind if that happens.”
“Yeah, well, I mind. It’s way too soon.” Chuckling, I shake my head. I need to regain control of this situation. I didn’t want to push for fear she’d ask me to stop, but hell. She took over, and she wasn’t shy about it either.
And I have to admit I like it. I didn’t think she’d be so pushy, but she’s a constant surprise.
Taking control, I grab hold of her and roll over so I’m hovering above her on my knees, her back flat on the mattress, her hips in between my legs. She’s just wearing that T-shirt of mine, an old one from college that’s thin and soft, and I’m dying to lift the hem. Check out what she’s got on under there.
“Am I squashing you?” I ask. I’ve had women complain I’m too heavy in the past. I’m a big guy, tall and heavy. It wasn’t so bad when I was in high school. Hell, when I first started college I wasn’t this big either. But the constant weight training has upped my size and now every time I’m with a girl, I’m afraid I’m going to crush her to death.
Sydney slowly shakes her head, her golden blonde hair spread out all over my pillow. I let my gaze roam over her, taking in her every delicate feature. Damn, she’s pretty. And she’s going to be mine—at least for tonight.
“You feel good,” she whispers, her eyes glowing as she smiles up at me.
I kiss her soft and slow, taking my time. Again and again, soft, sweet kisses that linger more with every pass. Until she winds her arms around my neck to keep me close, her fingers diving into my hair and I groan into her mouth. I’m a sucker for someone running their fingers through my hair. I’ve always loved it. I think that’s why I grow it long, which is vain and ridiculous, but there’s a bit of truth there. Plus, when it comes to getting haircuts, I’m lazy.
These kisses I’m experiencing with Sydney are lazy too. They’re long, tongue-filled, languid kisses where we’re exploring each other’s mouths like we have all the time in the world, which we do. I don’t want to push. We don’t need to rush.
And I can’t stop kissing her. Tasting her. Enjoying the sensation of her mouth on mine. I suck on her bottom lip, making her squeal softly. I nibble on that same bottom lip, making her whimper. I lick that lip, catch it between my teeth, suck it, do it all again and again until she’s writhing beneath me, restless.