“It’s true.”
He pulls me closer, until my lips hover over his. But he doesn’t make a move to kiss me yet.
He grins, and my heart stutters.
I remind myself that he’s accustomed to being used by women. Even the person he gave his heart to a long time ago didn’t take care of it properly. I want us to be different.
“Don’t be scared.” I’m not sure if he’s reassuring me or himself, but he taps his lips. “Right here, kitten.”
He pulls my mouth to his. The kiss is soft. Sweet. Exceedingly gentle. He tastes like mint and maple. I want to tuck this kiss away in my forever memory bank. That this man is lying in my bed, kissing me, giving me a piece of himself is so special.
His other hand smooths up my thigh and over my hip.
I run my fingers through his hair, letting the silken strands slip through as we kiss.
“Fuck, Talls.” Flip groans and his hand flexes, fingers digging in briefly.
One second I’m straddling his hips, and the next I’m on myback and he’s settled in the cradle of mine. I gasp and he pulls back.
“Those little sounds are pure torture.” He hooks my leg over his hip. “I missed your lips.”
“I missed yours, too.” I’m already on fire, desperate for more of his hands on me, of his body pressing me into the mattress.
He sucks my bottom lip, following with the gentle scrape of teeth. Anticipation skitters through me as we make out, kisses deepening, his hands roaming. One moves to cup the back of my head, the other slides under my shirt, skimming my ribs. I follow his lead and run my hand down his back until I reach the hem of his shirt, sliding under the cotton to meet hot, smooth skin.
He groans and bites the edge of my jaw. “You feel so good.”
“Oh God.” I writhe under him, nails pressing into his back. “I ache.”
He kisses my neck. “Do you think you deserve a little relief from all the edging?”
Heat floods my center. My breath catches. “Is this a trap?”
“Does this feel like a trap?” He rolls his hips.
I arch at the feel of him, hard and thick between my thighs, rubbing against the sensitive parts of me. “N-no.”
“Does it feel good?” He frames my face in his hands.
“So good.” My body lights up in the most excruciatingly amazing way as he rocks against me. “Please, Phillip.”
“Please what?” His lips brush mine.
“Please,” I beg as I drag my nails down his back and curve my hand around the firm globe of his ass. I’m mindless with want. Desperate and feral. “I need, I need…”This relentless ache to quell.
“Tell me.” His lips ghost along my jaw, teeth scraping my neck.
“You. I need you.”
He brushes his lips over mine. “I want all these firstswith you, Tally.”
It’s like stepping backwards through time, to the days when first kisses came long before anything else. To the make-out sessions of teen years where bodies rubbed and writhed, every sensation new, the craving growing, the appetite for more insatiable, even as the lack of experience and inhibitions made the idea of moving forward, of doing more, seem awkward. Scary even.
The way he moves over me is an echo of the way he danced, but so much better. One hand frames my face, the other curves around my ribs, just below my breast. And somehow that innocent touch heightens everything. His intense gaze stays fixed on mine as his thick cock rubs against me through layers of clothing.
It shouldn’t be enough, but the hot spark of need in his eyes melts my core, turning me molten.
Everything tightens, and I whimper, nails raking down his back.
