I shrug. “I don’t know. I kind of like you and don’t want to look stupid.”
“Youkind oflike me?” he asks with a cute raise to his brow. “Because I’m going to tell you right now, Pips, Ireallylike you.”
I chuckle. “That’s what I meant. I really like you.”
“Uh-huh, and what does that have to do with stripping in front of me? Because last I remember, we fucked in a lake.”
I feel my cheeks heat up. “That was different. We’re sort of like a couple now.”
“Sort of?” He shakes his head. “No, babe. We are a couple.”
“Exactly, and what if, I don’t know, you’re like, ‘Whoops, not like I remembered’?”
The corner of his lips tilts up as he shakes his head. “Trust me, not going to happen.” He drags his palms up and over my ass. “Every night, I think about you, Scottie. Every morning, when I’m hard as a fucking rock, I think about you. I think about you in the shower. I think about you fucking midday. My mind is always on you, and it’s been fucking torture not being intimate with you.”
“It’s been torture for me too,” I say as his hands slip under the waistline of my underwear and he slowly pulls them down. I step out of them and slide them to the side.
“Then why nervous?”
“Because it feels like the first time again.”
He shakes his head. “It’s not.” Then he untucks my shirt and tugs on it, so I pull it up and over my head. His eyes feast on my chest while his hands tug on my ass and force me to take a seat on his lap.
He unzips the back of my skirt and lets it fall open while he brings his hands up my sides and to the clasp of my bra, which he undoes. The straps go loose, but he doesn’t take it off right away.
Instead, he trails his fingers over the cups, slightly past the swell of my breasts, and then up my neck to the back of my head, where he brings my mouth down to his. I sink into his touch, andall the nerves, all the worry, melt away as his lip ring caresses my lips and his tongue swipes across mine.
“Fuck,” he whispers as his large palm splays against my back. “I’ve missed this.”
“Why did you wait so long?”
“Because you needed to be loved in a different way.”
My heart thumps madly.
My yearning for this man is growing wild.
And everything I was feeling a few seconds ago drifts away as I shed my bra and capture his mouth in mine.
He moans against my lips but then gets lost with me as I push him back on the bed. His hands move under my skirt and grip my ass as I cup his face to make out with him.
My tongue dances with his.
My fingers thread through his hair.
And my pelvis starts rocking over his hardening length.
He moves me to my back and hovers over me, letting his hand glide up my stomach to my breast, where he gently squeezes it. Then he lowers his head and takes my nipple into his mouth.
He licks.
He sucks.
He nibbles.
He’s sending bolts of pleasure through my body with every move he makes with his mouth.
“Yes,” I whisper as I shift underneath him, looking for more.
