I’m enthralled with how firm and large his hands feel on my waist, and his rock-hard chest is pressed against mine.
I click my tongue, sighing like I’m disappointed. “That wasn’t good enough.”
“Please, Josefine, just say it once. Only once, that’s all I want. Please say it,” he pleads incessantly and then switches to Spanish. My weakness.“Por favor dímelo. Nomás una vez. Hago lo que tú quieras.”
His hands squeeze tightly. I can feel my pulse against each finger and the one between my thighs.
I inhale as steadily as I can, hoping my voice won’t betray me. I fist his hair, forcing his head back as I bring my face close to his, my lips just a mere centimeter from his. “You’re hot. Ego stroked?”
“Barely.” His fingers slide down the curve of my waist. Forget dilated, his eyes are blown, shot with heat. They drift until he’s staring at my lips as I stare at his.
The bubble we’re trapped in fills with electricity until it becomes unbearably hot and bursts. Static shock sprawls through every cell in my body, causing my brain to combust and stop working.
“Josie…” His hands continue to descend until they’re right above my ass.
“Yeah?” I absently move until I’m straddling him, but I still hover over him, granting him with my position to do what he’s thinking.
He cups my ass, forcing me to sit on him completely. He stifles a groan and I swallow back a moan as I feel his erection press against me.
We shouldn’t do this. I shouldn’t be okay with this, but I can’t think coherently.
“Just once?” he roughly asks, letting him use me to rub him. My bikini bottoms and the seam of my denim shorts dig into my pussy, eliciting the best kind of pressure on my clit.
To get it out of our systems.
My rational thoughts are clouded. I’m dizzy and the pit of my stomach coils as the pressure of me grinding against him grows.
“Just once.”
We need this. It’ll be a one-time thing.
He closes the small gap between us, sealing our lips and stealing all the oxygen. My lips become pliable against his, letting him take control and do as he pleases. I follow along, savoring the way his lips and teeth suck, bite, and nip my lower lip.
I moan into his mouth, encouraging him to deepen the kiss. He slips his tongue into my mouth and fervently kisses me, obliterating whatever oxygen I have left until I’m panting not for air, but for more of him.
I’m humping myself faster on him, my fingers getting lost and tangled in his hair. I pull it back and he groans, squeezing my ass punishingly.
But our kiss is short-lived and we wrench back, panting breathlessly as his phone vibrates against the floor. A picture of him and his mom appears on the screen. She’s calling him, but he goes to ignore it.
“Answer it.” I lick my swollen lips, feeling lightheaded and in need to get off but his phone continues to vibrate.
“I can?—”
“Answer it. We got it out of our system, right?”
My body is screaming at me to finish what we started, but I’d feel like shit if he didn’t answer.
His molten eyes burn me, and I almost stop myself from getting off him, but I force myself to stand.
“Right,” he supplies tentatively as he stands.
He looks just as disheveled as I feel. Locks of his hair are sticking out, and his hat is on the floor. I don’t remember that coming off.
Neither one of us moves but when his phone vibrates again, we part, neither one of us saying good night. But a few moments later, he slips a note under my door.
Is it really out of your system?
It’s not out of mine.
