As he spoke, his hands came to my face, stroking my cheek, down to my lips. My eyes fluttered closed at his touch, the yearning already building in my body and my mind.
Then I froze.
“Wait,” I said. His fingers stilled against my lips, his eyes wide almost in horror. “Whose room is right above yours?”
“Macie’s, why?”
I let out a sigh of relief.
“Good, because if she gets up, I can run back to my room, she might come to me.”
His one eyebrow lifted as his mouth twitched, trying to hold back a smile.
“How often has she come to you in the middle of the night lately?” he asked.
“Well, she hasn’t, but if either of them would, it would be Macie, not Becca, so it’s good her room is above yours.”
He laughed out loud.
Like really loud.
“Stop!” I whispered yelled while hitting his arm. My nerves were getting the better of me, I knew that, but his yelling wasn’t going to help. “You’ll definitely wake one of them yelling like that!”
He took my hand and walked us to his bed. As he sat, he pulled me between his legs, wrapping his arms around my middle, resting his cheek against my belly. He held my ass through the thin material of my robe.
“Try to relax, Tink, it’s the dead of night. I’m pretty sure neither of them will wake up and come looking for us.” His hands came back around and up to my face as I noticed the corners of his eyes turn down. “But if you’re really too nervous to do this, I’m not going to pressure you.”
Shit, I was nervous. Nervous about getting caught, nervous about Macie finding out and hating me for doing exactly what I told her not to do.
Yet I wanted time with him more.
As the internal battle raged inside my head, I took his hands in mine to make sure he understood I really did want to be here.
“I’m sorry,” I said. “I won’t let my insecurity about all of this ruin our time, I promise.”
He swung his arms back around me, pulling me close.
“Are you sure? Because I don’t want to do this if you’re going to have your head somewhere else."
To get my point across, my hand reached down between his legs, grabbing a hold of his semi-hard dick.
“I’m sure,” I said.
“Good, and enough talking,” he said with a smirk. “I think it’s time for me to see what you have hiding under this robe.”
His hands went to the knot of the belt, slowly untying it as our eyes remained locked on each other. He pushed the material off my shoulders and watched it puddle at my feet. His attention was drawn to the lace garments that still covered my body.
“Christ, Ava, you are fucking gorgeous.”
His gentle hands landed on my belly, moving toward my waist as his thumbs rubbed up against my rib cage. His thumbs worked their way to the underside of each breast as his mouth descended on mine. His tongue fought its way in, lashing at mine, as his hands worked their way behind me to my backside. My mouth swallowed his moan as he grabbed my ass, a finger lifting the strip of lace between the cheeks.
“You want to kill me, don’t you, Ava?”
His kisses moved to my neck, my chest, the top of my breasts, as he pulled me closer between his legs. My hands went around his neck, then up to his head, threading through his waves. Inhaling, his scent invaded me, and it was all him. That masculine combination of soapy pine and musk.
Reaching down behind him, I pulled at his shirt, bunching it up and over his head. I needed to feel the warmth of his skin against me. My hands roved along the planes of his back, both of us holding on tight to the other.
“You feel amazing up against me like this,” he said, his words vibrating against my chest.
