He rubbed my thighs, came all the way up to my pelvis, dug his thumbs in until I was afraid I’d moan, then went down again as he looked up at me and grinned.
“What’s that?” My voice came out more breathless than I excepted. He really had an incredible effect on my body.
“Trying to distract me,” he said, and I arched a brow—he could do better than that, I was sure. His grin widened and he added, “Trying to distract yourself, too.”
That was more like it.
My hands shook when I raised them to his cheeks. His skin was so smooth, so warm, sorightit should have scared me. But like March said—I was trying to distract myself from whatever it was that needed my attention.
Not tonight. Not yet. I didn’t want to think.
“Then stop me if you don’t want it.” And I leaned in to kiss him.
A hand on around my chin just before my lips brushed his. My heart stopped for a moment—he didn’t want this?
But March didn’t push me way, nor let me lean back. He held me there against his lips and said, “You’ve changed.”
I had. “And I still want you.”
Heat on my cheeks. I never before had been socourageousto speak my mind, especially to a boy I liked. I’d never before dared to even imagine sitting on a boy’s lap, either, yet here I was, so desperate to escape my reality, so desperate to feel something good, to remind myself that it wasn’t always like this. Despite the blood rushing in my veins, and despite the thoughts in my head screaming at me to move back—I was here.
“Fuck, Ora.”
He crashed his lips to mine.
The kiss took off wild and it didn’t slow down. Within seconds, my arms were around his neck, and my chest waspressed against his, and his hands were on my ass, squeezing and pulling me against his hard erection.
Madness, I tell you. Madness from the get-go.
I was calling out his name a minute in, when he let go of my lips to kiss and bite and lick the side of my neck like he was born for that very purpose only. I willingly gave up control as I moved against him, my body picking up the rhythm his hands set without trouble. My center rubbed against his hard cock, and I was already falling. His lips were my salvation, and every time he kissed me, I felt a little more complete.
But my mouth yearned for his, and so I pulled his head back by the hair and claimed it, while his hands roamed up and down my body. They slipped underneath my tunic and wrapped around my waist, squeezed tightly. I ran all out of breath, but the lack of air wouldn’t kill me now. My hips moved faster and faster, and the feeling was so all consuming that I forgot everything about the past, present or future. Nothing existed except the way he moved me, kissed me, touched me.
March wrapped his arms up my back and he leaned forward, moaning as he devoured my mouth with his tongue, forcing my legs to move around him, lock behind his back. Like that, he moved me with more ease, and he had complete control over my body. He pushed and pulled me against his cock at his own pace while I half sat, half lay in his arms. He supported my weight without trouble, and when I began to feel the fireworks coming, I raised my head and arched my back, desperate to feelmoreof him.
Sparetime save me, I need so much more.
His lips fell down my neck again, his fingers digging into my back as he pulled me down, then pushed me up again. I couldn’t tell which moan was his and which was mine, and ifsomebody could hear us, they wouldn’t be able to tell us apart, either. We were one.
This.
This was exactly what I’d needed. This was exactly what my body had craved. This was how I could get through another trial and a million.
Then March stood up like I really weighed nothing at all. I didn’t care to even open my eyes to see where he took us. He walked a couple feet, thenthrewme on the bed with exactly the right force so that I bounced a couple of times before settling, his name on my lips a cry.
He took his shirt off in one swift movement, his eyes never leaving mine, that small grin on his face a promise. I was melting right there in front of his naked torso and I didn’t even mind it. I thought he’d take his trousers off, too—take italloff!my thoughts screamed—but he didn’t. He just toed his boots off, then came closer to the edge of the bed, watched me watching him propped on my elbows, burning with need.
“Distracted yet?”
I genuinely had to take a moment to think back towhatI was supposed to be distracted from.
His smile turned wider, and Holy Hour, my thighs clenched tightly. I was so wet I could drown.
“I’ll take that as a yes.”
He grabbed my leg and pulled it up, and with his eyes never leaving my face, he began to untie my laces and take my boots off.
I watched, and Ipanickedthat it would take too long, that I’d go back to whatever it was that I’d been trying to distract myself from, but it didn’t. The way he moved, the way he looked at me, the way he dug his fingers into my legs as he held them up.
