Part of me wants to turn it back around on him to see who breaks first, but I don’t want to play around anymore. I want this too much.
Rising on tiptoe, I wrap my arms around his neck and draw him down for the kiss I’m craving. My breath hitches as my nipples graze the hard planes of his body through the shirt I stole from him.
His chuckle ghosts across my lips when he breaks the kiss, sliding his palms up my back to hold me closer. “Hi.”
“Hi.” I lift higher on my toes to press my lips to the corner of his mouth, encouraging him to take it further.
Again, he stalls. I release a frustrated noise that makes him rumble in amusement. He tips my chin up, watching me.
“You sure you want me, Maya?”
His gritty tone goes right to my core, sparking a pulse of desire. My fingers curl around the sides of his warm up jacket, tugging insistently.
“Yes.”
His mouth curves into a devastating smile. “Can I take you to your room?”
Finally. “Yes.”
I yelp as he bends, throwing me over his shoulder. Laughter bubbles out of me while arousal coils tighter in my stomach. He smacks my ass.
When he drops me on the bed, he pauses for a minute, admiring the sight of me sprawled out for him. After shrugging off his jacket, he crawls over me, one leg fitting between my thighs.
I moan against his mouth when he kisses me, shamelessly grinding against his leg. His mouth moves relentlessly against mine, intent on taking me apart.
Arousal spirals through me. I’ve never felt like this with anyone else, already so turned on.
Not only is Easton a good kisser, but everything with him feels more intense. His touch when his big hand massages my waist before sliding beneath my shirt to tease my breast. The weight of his sculpted body over mine. His scent surrounding me, driving me wild with desire. All of it.
It’s like my body was asleep with everyone else, and it’s finally awake with someone who knows what I need before I have to voice what feels good for me.
The thought makes my throat sting for a moment before Easton distracts me by circling my sensitive nipple with his thumb as his tongue glides against mine. I arch, clamping my thighs around his.
My pussy throbs with need. It’s crazy, but I’m so close to coming just from making out with him while he presses his thigh against me.
A ringtone filters through the haze of pleasure. It takes a minute to register that my phone’s going off at the worst possible time.
My gut clenches. The last time I ignored a phone call, it was bad news about Grandpa that I had to hear about by text.
I put my hand on Easton’s chest. “Wait, wait.”
He stills, pressing his forehead to mine. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah.”
I sit up, brushing hair from my face as I grab my phone. When I read the screen, I scrub a hand over my face.
“It’s Ryan. If I don’t answer, he’ll keep blowing my phone up.”
Easton rises on his knees, catching my wrist before I answer my phone. “Make him wait and wonder who his sister’s with.”
My eyes close as he kisses me. His fingers sink into my hair and tug just hard enough to stir an answering throb in my clit.
I break away, trying to catch my breath. “He only calls me on FaceTime when it’s important. It might be about my grandpa.”
He sobers, nodding. “Okay.”
Covering his face when he tries to slide in next to me, I push him down out of frame and answer. He folds his arms behind his head while I wait for it to connect. My attention snags on his erection tenting his pants, and that’s the moment my brother answers.
