“I did…I didn’t think…you meant it.”
“I did. I’ve been dreaming of this,” he thickly says, his knuckles now trailing down to the curve of my jaw, to the crook of my neck, while his other hand gently grips my waist.
“You’ve been dreaming of me?” I inhale deeply when I feel his fingers loosen on my waist and brush over the curve of my hip.
He exhales a heavy breath as he nods. “Every night.”
“I’m sorry.” I wet my dry lips and he tracks the movement. He leans forward, dipping his head until his nose grazes mine.
“Why are you sorry?”
“Those must’ve been some terrible nightmares.”
He loops his arm around my back, the other still caressing my jaw and neck. I softly gasp as he tugs me closer, the callus on his palm scraping my heated skin as he does. If it wasn’t for his erection pressing against my stomach, there’d be no space left between us.
“Does that feel like I’ve been having nightmares, Josefine?” His lips faintly touch mine, and I swear I don’t mean to, but I quiver under the touch.
“No.” I drop my gaze to our pressed bodies, swallowing hard as I study the thick outline of his large bulge tenting his black briefs. Fuck, he’s huge.
I bite the bottom of my lip, contemplating whether this is a line we should cross. He clearly wants this, and I do too, but we just shared things with each other. It’s evident he’s not okay and I don’t want to take advantage of him.
I squeeze my eyes shut before I open them and tip my head to meet his burning stare. “We probably shouldn’t do this.”
He cups the side of my neck; his fingers brush over my back delicately. “Why not?”
“You’re going to regret this and today?—”
“I’m not going to regret this. I want you, Josefine, and I’m tired of pretending like I don’t.” He blows out a heavy breath and skims his fingers down to the band of my thong.
“But today you?—”
“Use me,” he desperately fills, cutting me off so urgently I almost don’t think I heard him right until he repeats it. “Use me. Distract me. I don’t care what you do butuse me.”
A heavy weight settles in my throat and sinks down to my stomach. For a moment, just foronefucking moment, I thought this was heading in a different direction. I don’t know why I expected him to…whatever.
He wants a distraction; I’ll be it.
Either way, I want one too.
Standing on my tiptoes, I snake my arms around his neck and crash my lips to his. I don’t go slow or take my time to savor his mouth the way I thought about doing a few seconds ago. He wants a distraction, so I’ll give it to him.
He instantly drops his hand from my cheek and slips it around my back. He hoists me up and I lift my legs around his waist, his palms sliding down to my ass.
I vehemently kiss him, thrusting my tongue into his mouth. He meets every harsh stroke of my tongue against his, kissing me just as frenziedly.
I feel like I’ve stepped on a live wire. Every fiber of my body sparks with hot energy. The pit of my stomach coils, my clit pulsing harder, as I feel his hands roam over my ass, drifting between the crack before he grabs the thin string.
He wraps the fabric around his finger and tugs on it, wedging my thong between my pussy lips.
I whimper into his mouth, tensing and having to pause as waves of pleasure ripple all over my body. “Oh, Dan?—”
He swallows the rest of my words as he picks up on the kiss. His tongue, hot in my mouth, massaging, thrusting, plays with mine as he continues to pull on my thong. It grazes my clit but doesn’t give me the release I desperately want. Even as I grind onto his stomach, it does nothing but heighten my need to get off.
I tremble, a shiver wracking my body, causing my head to loll. My mouth slips from his.
I raggedly pant, squeezing my eyes tight before I open them and cup his chin, pushing his head back. He draws out the harsh breath, dark hooded eyes impatient and frustrated that I drew back.
Leaning forward, I brush my lips against his and he parts them as if he’s getting ready to pick up where we left off. “Eat me or fuck off.” I draw his bottom lip between my teeth, nipping it hard before I let go.
