And in response she made a sound.
She moaned. She moaned so loud and long even she was shocked, and she was the one doing it. Christ only knew what he thought, to hear her nearly coming in his mouth over an ass grab—because that was definitely what it sounded like. It sounded like she’d had an orgasm. Itfeltlike she’d had an orgasm.
Could he tell when a woman had an orgasm?
She prayed that he couldn’t. Or at the very least, she prayed that he wouldn’t comment on it. If he just steered clear of the topic, she would be all right. She could skate through the rest of this, no problems. He would kiss her and she would kiss him and everything would be absolutely fine.
And then he stroked over her ass, and it was not fine at all.
What was he thinking? She wasn’t prepared for groping. And especially when the groping was so...so...she didn’t even know. She’d always seen the termgrab assand imagined something brutal and rude. The equivalent in her head was punching someone’s great-aunt with a penis.
But this was not like that. The entire area suddenly felt incredibly sensitive, in a way she’d never imagined it could be. Then just to cap it off, he seemedawareof this fact. His stroked over her curves with such deliberate, tentative care—almost as though there was a slight barrier between her body and his hand. He didn’t want to disturb it too much. He just wanted to test the limits of it, a little.
Was it okay for him to go lower? Would he be electrocuted if he squeezed a little?
The answer was a resounding no for the latter.
But it was a yes for her.Shewas electrocuted when he squeezed a little. Her entire body seemed to spasm the second he did it, then again when he moaned at the feel of her. He actuallymoanedat the feel of her—all desperate and half-dying—and the combined effect was a crackling, fizzing sort of sensation.
And an insane urge to do the same to him.
She couldn’t fault herself for it, though. He’d spent the better part of the last few days wandering around in those stupid sweatpants, and she knew he didn’t have any briefs to go on under them. Everything was just bare beneath that flimsy material, including his incredibly firm and impossibly muscular ass. Sometimes it was nearly hypnotic watching him walk or bend over with a backside like that.
And the less said about the stuff in front, the better.
If she said anything about it—if she thought about it for one second—she was going to end up touching him there instead. She could feel the urge rising in her, and not just because of disobedient images in her foolish head. She was also pretty sure she could feel something pressing against her...and it wasn’t his phone.
He’d kicked his phone under the bed, which left very few other options. His hip bone was a possibility, if his hip bone had maybe been recently dislocated then moved about half a foot down. And it wasn’t so farfetched to imagine this was him in his soft and unthreatening state, if she just lost her mind for a little bit.
Otherwise, this had to be all him.
And he was very stiff, and really swollen.
So much so, in fact, that she couldn’t pretend it was anything else. He had an erection, and though he was doing his best not to rut it against her he wasn’t really succeeding. His hands on her ass just exacerbated the problem—he squeezed her, and suddenly her lower belly was rubbing and rubbing over his obviously hard dick.
Though maybesuddenlywasn’t quite the right word.Suddenlyimplied something unexpected and jarring...something entirely devoid of intention. But it didn’t feel like there was no intention here. It felt as though someone was doing something to the other person, and after a while it started to dawn on her. The person doing thissomethingwas not really him.
It was her. She was doing the things. She didn’t want to be doing them, but apparently her body didn’t care whether she wanted it or not. Her body was only interested in the feel of that thick, solid bar between them, and how much she could explore and uncover just by easing her body against his.
Which was apparently alot.
All she had to do was sort of roll her hips a bit and the size of him became really startlingly clear. She couldn’t seem to find the point where it ended, no matter how much she wriggled. He just went on forever—as long as her forearm and as thick as her wrist. Or at least, that was what her terrified mind tried to tell her. It was probably a little out, considering how insane she currently felt.
And that wasbeforehe responded to whatever crazy thing she was doing.
Dear God, she wasn’t expecting him to respond. It had almost become a kind of weird science experiment, completely detached from the real, live person she was doing it to. She’d only wanted to figure out what she was dealing with, and now he’d gone all still and weird. His hand tightened much more roughly on the handful of ass he was holding, and his body sort of stiffened—as if she’d shocked him.
Surely she hadn’t shocked him?
“Jesus, Alice.”
Good God, shehad. Somehow she’d turned into a lascivious little trollop, without really being aware of it. And it was worse than she’d thought too—somewhere in the middle of it all, she’d kind of crooked her leg around one of his. Her hand waspinchingthe nape of his neck, as though holding simply wasn’t enough. She needed to climb him like some crazed sex monkey, apparently.
So it was little wonder that he seemed so stunned.
Or that this stunned state was followed by a tentative attempt at sliding his hand inside her t-shirt. After all, she’d given him the green light. She was still giving him onenow. She’d tried to stop moving once she’d realized, yet somehow she hadn’t succeeded at all. When she finally managed to focus, she discovered she was just ever so slightly rocking over him.
And she wasn’t doing it to test anything out, oh no. She was doing it because every time she rubbed against him, sensation sparked from the taut, tense tips of her breasts. It made these big delicious spirals right down to the place between her legs, so sweet she didn’t know how to resist. She’d never experienced anything like it—not even when she’d touched that same place while naked, with slippery, soapy fingers.
