She leaned into my touch as I cupped both of her breasts in my hands.
My thumb automatically went to her nipple.
She shivered as the pad grazed over her.
“Creed,” she whispered.
“Justin,” I begged. “Call me Justin. Just for tonight.”
Her eyes were on fire as she leaned into me, her mouth only inches from my own, and whispered, “Justin.”
I shuddered at the words. At hearing my name leave those perfect, luscious lips.
I smoothed her shirt off her shoulders, being careful to take my time as I helped the sleeves over her bandaged arm. When it was all the way off and lying discarded on the floor, I leaned forward and caught one nipple between my teeth and flicked it with the tip of my tongue.
She hissed, jerking.
“Ah-ah-ah,” I scolded her, my teeth letting her go. “You can’t move like that.”
She let out a shuddering breath, but the jerking calmed, and she leaned into the touch. “I need to remove those pants. You look hot.”
“You are teasing me, yes,” I agreed as I moved to do just that, being careful not to jerk her around too much on my lap. “But you have no idea how hot I am. If I wasn’t wearing deodorant right now, I’d smell like a pre-pubescent boy that doesn’t know the meaning of hygiene.”
“You should’ve woken me. I don’t want you to be uncomfortable,” she murmured quietly as I shoved my pants down and off.
When I was sitting in nothing but my bare skin, she leaned forward and placed both of her hands on my chest.
My entire body locked at having her bare skin touching mine.
I’d wanted this for a while.
Now that she was finally giving it to me, I felt like I was in a dream.
Like I was having an out-of-body experience.
“You’re pretty sweaty,” she teased as she smoothed her hands up the length of my chest. “I don’t think I have any way to cool you down, though.” She leaned forward and blew on my chest and face. “Does this help?”
“I think that might be heating me up,” I said as I caught her around the waist and stood.
She squeaked at the sudden change in positions, but didn’t protest when I divested her of her socks, jeans, and underwear.
I didn’t give her too much time to freak out, though, and shoved my underwear to the floor.
When we were both fully naked, I pulled her back down into my lap, oh, so gently. Then caught the blanket off the back of the couch and covered the both of us up.
She shivered in delight at the feel of my bare body against hers.
“I’ve thought about this. With you. For a long time,” she admitted as she pressed a kiss to my throat.
I smoothed my hands up her bare back and tried really hard not to think about how hot and wet she was between those pretty thighs.
“Justin,” she whispered. “Touch me.”
Twenty-Five
Arguing is pointless. I knew I was wrong ten minutes ago. Now I’m just trying to make you mad.
—Birdee to Creed
