7
REBECCA
Why can’t I just tell him?
I keep working up the courage, then the moment I see Steven, all that hyping up goes out the damn window.
When I’m around him, I lose all self-control.
Hence why I’m lying on top of him, kissing him when I should be giving him peace of mind or telling him that I feel the same way about him. I love him…
But I know that the size of my lie is going to turn his life into shambles.
My body is heating up, my skin craving his touch.
I can’t fight it any longer.
I need him.
Although I’m focusing on his wandering hands, I can still hear the weather report playing in the background.
I’m still slightly worried about not making it in time to beat the storm.
Even with things heading in a different direction than I anticipated, I should have plenty of time before the snow starts to blanket the city.
I have to make it home to Damian.
“God, I’ve missed you,” Steven says in a breathy tone.
My kisses grow deeper and faster as my hips grind across his groin.
I can feel just how bad he’s missed me as his erection presses against my already soaked panties.
My body craves him.
How did I go without him all this time?
“I need you,” I gasp desperately as my hands reach down and fumble with the button on his slacks.
I’ve waited long enough…I’ve tried to shove all these familiar feelings far down inside of me, but within seconds of my kissing him, they all unleash.
He reaches down and begins to help my fumbling fingers, and before I know it, his pants are down below his knees, along with his briefs.
My breath is shallow and rapid as I lightly trace my fingertip along the length of his cock.
Oh, how I’ve missed the noise he makes the moment I touch him.
As if he genuinely longs for me. Just touching him could send me over the edge.
I sit up from kissing him, and I kick off my boots.
When I hear them thud to the floor, he wastes no time pulling at my leggings.
They nearly rip while he simultaneously flips me to my back.
As my pants and underwear are torn off my legs, he tosses them as if I’ll never need them in his presence again.
My sweater is next to go, which is fine by me.
