It’s real and deep and hot and everything I’ve wanted not just since she tried to crawl in through Lorelei’s window, but since I first watched her onstage in high school.
I’d see her in the hallways, knowing she was an Anderson, that she was off limits, and I wanted her. I saw her in the cafeteria, laughing with friends or arguing with a boyfriend, and I wanted her.
I took a theater class one semester just so I’d be in the same room as her.
This kiss is every dream I had in high school come true.
But better.
Her tongue touches mine, and my skin ignites. She runs her fingers through my hair, and my balls tighten. I let myself explore the soft skin on her shoulders, interrupted only by the thin strap of her tank top, and I’m hard as a rock.
I know this can’t go anywhere.
But when she breaks the kiss, I almost whimper.
I want to keep kissing her. I want to pick her up, carry her inside, and take her to the bedroom. I want to strip her. I want to lick every inch of her body, taste her skin, memorize the shape of her body, play with her pussy.
Show her I can make her feel good.
That I’m more than a nice guy playing her fake fiancé.
She stares at me, pupils dilated, lids heavy, breath coming fast, making her chest rise and fall rapidly.
Her nipples strain her tank top.
I want to touch them. I want to caress her breasts and tease her nipples and—
Stop,I order myself.
Myself doesn’t listen.
Not when Amanda’s moving again.
This time to crawl into my lap, straddling my hips and diving back into kissing me again.
Fuck, yes.
She rocks her pelvis against my hard-on while our tongues clash. I slide my hands under her shirt, stroking the hot, smooth skin of her back, my thumbs caressing her ribs.
And I realize what’s missing.
She’s not wearing a bra.
Condoms.
I have condoms in my luggage.
Have to get inside.
Get both of us inside.
Strip. Kiss. Touch. Taste. Feel.
She’s jerking her hips faster against me, breath coming in desperate short bursts while we kiss. Soft whimpers—the good kind—mix with her puffs of breath.
And I realize she’s close.
She’s close to getting off.
