God. I swallowed hard again. “Is this something we could do?Now?”
The air crackled with electricity, and she traced a line on her thigh with her delicate pointer finger. It wasn’t a sexy move, yet the softness of her arm, the bright color on her nails, and the way she took a shaky breath made it erotic. “It’s Friday, Jonah.”
“I’ve seemed to forget how to breathe let alone remember the day of the week.”
She snapped her gaze to my mouth, her brows raising as a cocky smirk twisted her lips. “Is tonight your film night, your reviewing notes night, or the hide in your room night?”
“Can it be the night I finallyfuckingkiss you?”
Shit. I went there. I crossed the line with my words, and I couldn’t take them back.
Heat flared across her face, her mouth parting and her cheeks reddening. The points of her nipples strained against her shirt, and my god, did the woman ever wear a bra? One of our phones went off, the sharp sound of the vibration making a loud buzz, but I didn’t care. They could wait.
“Aren’t you curious who it is?” she asked, her throaty voice increasing my need to touch her. Would it get deeper if I teased her? Licked her?
“Not even a little bit.”
My heart beat so fast my body shook, and when I took a deep breath, the same intoxicating floral scent filled my nose. I plopped down on the coffee table. “Come here, Ryann.”
She stared at me with parted lips. It felt like forever, but she got up from the couch and took a small step toward me. Her body wasinsane.I stared at her without worrying I took my perusal too far. I was so beyond that.
“God,” I said, dragging my gaze from her bare feet, up her legs to her tiny-ass shorts. The thin shirt hung off her but didn’t hide her curves, and I reached out, put my fingers through her waist band, and yanked her toward me. She yelped, but I settled her right between my thighs. “You can tell me to stop at any time, okay?” I said, trailing my fingertips up her calves and along the back of her thighs. She shuddered against me and placed her hands on my shoulders.
“Okay. You can too.”
“Oh, Ryann,” I said, laughing as I continued feeling up her torso, teasing the sides of her breasts and grazing her collarbone. “I appreciate you saying it, but I’ve been thinking about this, you, forfartoo long.”
“What do you think about?” she asked, her chest heaving.
I couldn’t stop touching her. Her pulse raced in her neck, and I placed my thumb over the spot, sucking in a breath when she gripped my wrist with her hand.
“You really wanna know?” I asked.
“Yes,” she said, her voice growing deeper.
I waited until she met my eyes, her deep blues even darker with lust. “I think about your legs.” I gripped the back of them, letting my fingers slide right under the edge of her shorts. “Your smooth skin.”
I moved up under her T-shirt where I could finally feel her stomach. A groan escaped before I could stop it.
“Fuck,” I said, closing my eyes at how turned on I was. It hadneverbeen like this before, and the chemistry with her was equally terrifying and exhilarating. “You don’t wear bras in the morning.”
“I never do when I sleep.”
“Are you wearing one right now?”
She licked her lips and raised her brows. “Guess you’ll find out, huh?”
I lifted her onto my lap, her legs straddling me where she could damn well feel my reaction to her, and I cupped the back of her head, digging my fingers into her hair. “Kissing you will probably destroy me,” I whispered, before closing the distance between our mouths.
Jesus.
She ground against me and brought her hands around my neck. Ryann tilted my head back as she slid her tongue into my mouth. This wasn’t a soft or sweet kiss. This washotter.Ryann kissed hard and fast, whimpering into my mouth when I bit down on her lip like she did to me all those days ago. I took it, sucked, and released with a loud pop.
Her expression turned desperate. Wild even. She ran her fingers through my hair and kissed me deeper, our tongues fighting for dominance. She tasted like mint and chocolate, and having her warm body pressed against mine short-circuited my brain.
We made out, taking turns teasing or nipping the other’s lips for what felt like days, before I remembered I had an insanely hot girl on my lap. I reached for her waist, sliding her shirt up a few inches to enjoy her bare skin. When she ended our kiss and dragged her mouth along my jawline, my hands shook. She nipped and bit below my ear, and I jerked from how good it felt.
“Your jaw shouldn’t be sexy, but my god,” she said, sounding like she ran a mile before this. “Why does your skin taste so good?”
