He was on his feet and heading to the door at record speed.
Chapter19
When he returnedto stand in front of me he held a hand out and I took it, rising from my chair.
“I’m going to kiss you now,” he said softly. Even though he’d just given me a sweet kiss, I knew this was different.
My breath hitched, but I tried not to show any other signs of my extreme anticipation. “Okay,” I coolly said. I may even have shrugged a tiny bit.
His mouth—and those lips—quirked up in a little grin. “No. Really,” he said, his face moving closer to mine.
“Okay,” I repeated, with a little more emphasis.
“Like, I’m going to kiss the shit out of you.”
I tilted my head a tiny bit to the side, and with a Queens girl toughness said, “Bring it.”
He did.
Gone was the sweet softness from just a moment ago. Now, he took my face in his hands and brought his mouth down to mine, hard, determined. It was like the past month had never existed and I was back in his arms, tasting him, wrapping my arms around his neck, trying to get closer to his body.
“God,” one of us groaned. I wasn’t even sure which one. My breath seemed to leave my body and I gasped for air just long enough to return to his mouth.
His arms came around me, his hands sliding my sweater up so he had access to my leggings-clad butt. Pulling me hard against him, he let out a little growl and squeezed.
“Billy,” I moaned, digging my hands into his soft hair, grinding myself against him. It felt like a fever had finally broken. For me, a five-year fever. And I was still burning up. Burning for him.
“Christ, Syd,” he hissed as I nipped his gorgeous bottom lip. “I knew we’d be…I just knew.”
“Me too,” I said, tipping my head back for him as he kissed under my jaw, licking and nibbling some wonderfully sensitive spots. He pulled my sweater up and I reluctantly separated my body from his and put my arms up to hasten the process of getting naked. I yanked at his hoodie and he helped, both garments tossed to the chair behind me. He was in a T-shirt and I had a long-sleeved shirt on, which were both pulled off with the same zeal.
Having dressed this morning with no idea where this day would end, I was happy to see I’d put on a decent bra.
Irrelevant, because it was on the floor in seconds, as were the rest of my clothes and his. Jeans and leggings and socks and shoes, all hurriedly taken from each other’s bodies and discarded until he was down to his black boxer-briefs and I was only in my red panties.
“The lights,” I said.
He shook his head. “No. I’ve waited so long to see you, there’s no way I’m going to turn them off now.”
“But you can see shadows from outside with the overhead light on. At least turn that one out.”
He didn’t ask how I knew that particular piece of information, just nodded and walked over to the switch by the door. Before he flipped the lights he looked back at me.
“Christ, you’re beautiful, Syd.”
I leaned back into the edge of the desk, placing my hands down on both sides, near my hips, arching my back a tiny bit.
Even from the distance of the small room, I could hear him swallow.
“Turn on the desk lamp,” he said.
I stretched behind me, never taking my eyes from his, and clicked on the lamp. It was one of those kinds with the soft, green shade and produced a soft, almost eerie glow that now backlit my body.
Billy’s hand left the switch, with the overhead lights still on, and he placed his palm over his chest. “I have no words,” he whispered.
I spread my legs a little bit more, wondering if my wetness was visible on my red cotton panties. I couldn’t take my eyes off Billy to check.
He slid his hand down his chest, which was mostly smooth, with a smattering of hair at the top, and then a darkening line that he was now skimming to place his hand over his erection. He stroked himself over his briefs while I watched. When I brought my legs together to get a little relief, a wide grin spread across his face and he started to me.
