She starts laughing. “Told you I was going to corrupt you.”
Chapter 22
Imay have to rethink my sanity.
I reach for the ledge of Aurora’s balcony, refusing to look down. As soon as the school activity bus we use for away games returned to campus, I hopped in my truck and drove straight here. Thank goodness they don’t have an entrance gate blocking the road to the house or I would have had one very long walk through the cold night air to get to the house.
“You may want to move your right foot a little to the left.”
I look up to see Aurora leaning over the balcony top railing, a wily smile gracing her lips.
“Don’t scare the guy trying to climb the side of your house,” I warn her, moving my right foot just like she instructed.
Thank God I have a death grip around one of the balcony balusters. I’m not too keen on falling fifteen feet into a hedgerow of bushes. She props her elbows up and watches me with interest.
“You know the cameras caught you as soon as your Jeep passed the main tree line. Be thankful the private security Fallon hired to patrol the grounds knows who you are and didn’t shoot your gorgeous, well-toned ass.”
Doing a one-armed pull-up, I lift myself the rest of the way so that I can plant both feet on the edge of the balcony ledge.
“I was trying to be romantic,” I tell her when we’re finally face to face.
Her grin spreads and I smile in return at the girl who has stolen my heart. You know a man is completely infatuated with a woman if he is willing to risk life and limb to climb two stories up the side of her house to woo her.
“What, like Romeo and Juliet? Should I be calling out to you: ‘Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou?’”
“Nah, let’s skip the whole Shakespearean tragedy. You know they both die at the end, right? Now help me over so I can kiss you properly.”
She leans in so our noses touch. “Who says you can’t kiss me now?”
She has a point.
Still holding tightly to the top railing, I lock my lips with hers and climb the rest of the way over without breaking our kiss. As soon as my feet touch the balcony floor, I lift Aurora in my arms and wrap her legs around my waist, then back her up against the wall of the house next to the French doors. Being away from her all day about killed me. For our next away game, I’m reserving a hotel room for us so she can come with us for the game but stay the night with me.
As if she read my mind, she says, “I missed you today,” while brushing kisses along my neck on up to my ear.
I already have her top up and a hand cupping her pert breast. I pinch and pull one taut bud with my fingers, and she bites my bottom lip, then sucks it into her mouth.
“You were supposed to call when you got back,” she hisses in pleasure when I switch to her other breast.
“I wanted to surprise you.” I lift her sleep shirt up higher and replace my hand with my mouth.
This past week, I’ve enjoyed learning every inch of her body. I think we’ve done about everything two people can do with one another without actually going all the way. I’ve yet to take her virginity, but the time is fast approaching when I won’t be able to stop myself from finally claiming that part of her.
Aurora starts sucking on my earlobe because she knows it drives me wild. The combination of her sweet tongue and the little whisps of air escaping as she breathes in my ear has my dick swelling painfully behind the zipper of my jeans. I reward her by biting gently down on her breast and then laving my tongue over her soft flesh.
Aurora has the most beautiful tits. Her breasts are fuller and rounder at the bottom, and her nipples are a rosy pink and very sensitive. I found out I can make her come just from breast play alone. I know I can get her to come twice in a row easily with my fingers and my mouth, but I have to work a little harder for the third time. I know where her G-spot is and that when I stroke it, her body bows in an arc, and she makes this low, sexy moan. It’s different from her other moans. Yes, I’ve been cataloging her various moans. She pants while biting her lower lip when she’s close to orgasm and she loves to have me deep tongue her mouth with a French kiss when she finally explodes. Sure enough, I hear her soft pants telling me she’s getting close, so I pull back.
“Don’t you dare stop, Jackson.”
I kiss her softly and run my hand around to her back, securing her to me so I can carry her inside to her bedroom. What I have planned for her needs the big California king sitting in the middle of her room.
“Don’t plan to,” I reply.
Luckily, she left one of the French doors open and I walk us into her bedroom. The room is dark but illumination from her small bedside lamp is enough to guide my way. I throw her onto her large four-poster bed and yank my shirt over my head. She props up on her elbows to watch me, lust pooling in her ice blue eyes.
“How was the game?” she asks me, mirroring my actions by removing her tank top.
“Easy win.” I take off my shoes and socks and unzip the fly of my jeans, pushing them down along with my underwear.
