“You can try, but I’ll just keep thinking like this even if I’m not saying it out loud.”
“Then I’ll need to distract your big, beautiful brain, too.”
“Good luck.”
Every inch of my body was almost painfully aware of his. He still only touched that one part of my body, that flesh at my waist, but the distance drove me crazy.
Why didn’t he just bend me over and fuck me already?
“I love a challenge, remember?” he said. “It’s why I like you so much.”
“I hope there are other reasons you like me,” I said, my hips unconsciously shifting forward into his touch.
“There are. Many reasons. And I’m sure I’ll discover even more reasons to like you tonight.”
Without taking his eyes away from mine, he let his hand drift down my back. He stepped forward. He cupped my ass, gripping it tight and pulling me against him—testing, judging how I felt in his hold.
I must have passed muster, because his cock stirred.
Which, of course, made a rush of arousal flood between my legs.
“You’d better not like me too much, though,” I reminded him. “We have a deal. Sex tonight, and then we go back to the way things were.”
“There’s one thing I think you should know about sex, Scout.”
“Yeah?”
He pulled me even closer somehow. My breasts were now flush against his chest. Our clothes were the only thing keeping my virginity intact at this point.
“We can never go back to the way things were. Once I see you like this, I’ll never be able to unsee you like this. I’ll never forget the way you feel, never forget how you moan for me…and it’ll be the same for you.”
I scoffed, sounding braver than I felt. “I’m a rational, responsible, clearheaded adult. I’m going to be able to blow off one night of passion.”
“You don’t sound so sure.”
I kissed him instead of answering.
Why would I waste time talking about my feelings when I had a perfectly good cock standing at attention between my thighs?
This was why he was here, after all. For sex. That was it. Not talking, not heart-to-hearts, not getting-to-know-yous. Just fucking.
He must not have minded the distraction too much. As I kissed him in earnest, he answered back, throwing himself into every touch and every breathless gesture.
Picking me up, he hoisted me onto the kitchen island, spreading my legs and positioning himself between them. As we kissed, I angled my hips into his again, desperate for any friction. The heat that had been building up since the conference, that Hudson itch I’d not been able to fully scratch with any of my best dildos, all spurred me forward. I was greedy for him, ready for him.
And I knew that I was rushing, but I couldn’t help it. My hands went straight from his cheeks to his shoulders, down the expanse of his chest, tracing every line and committing it to memory. But then I went for his belt, and suddenly, it was déjà vu all over again.
He backed away from me, stopping our seemingly unstoppable descent into sex.
“Wait! Cosmos!”
“Okay,” I managed through panting breaths, responding instantly to the safe word we’d agreed to on the ride over.
“I almost forgot.”
Untangling himself from me, he stumbled backward and dug his hands into his pockets. Even stumbly and awkward, he was unbelievably fucking sexy. My pussy throbbed. I’d never been this close to having sex with someone before. The waiting was unbearable.
A moment later, he found what he’d been looking for. He offered it to me.
