"No one could stop us." I lifted my index finger and traced the apple of her cheek, trailing it around to tuck a piece of her hair behind her ear.
Her pupils dilated, and her lips parted.
"Sloan," she said my name and nothing else.
Sometimes in a guy's life, things didn't seem natural. When I had to give direction to my body to move here or go there or pay attention to this or that thing. But in that moment, my body moved of its own accord. Understood precisely what to do with no direction.
"I'm going to kiss you," I said.
"Where?" she asked, quirking a brow.
"Everywhere." I leaned in and brushed my lips against hers. Light. Nothing serious, only enough to test the waters.
She pulled me closer, repeating the gesture on my lips.
"Have you ever had a guy go down on you in front of that window?" I asked, mirroring her question.
"That window, specifically?" she asked, tilting her head to the side.
My brain didn't compute the joke at first. I was already hard, and my blood wasn't flowing like usual.
"I'm going to listen to you come and know that I'm the one bringing you there," I said.
"You should do that," Maya said. "It'd be my first time."
"In front of that window?" I asked.
"Uh-huh." Her mouth was on mine, her hands in my hair.
God, but I wanted to lay her on that couch we'd moved, touch her everywhere. Use my tongue and taste her. Feel her body against mine and remember every fucking second.
"I want you so bad it hurts." It physically fucking hurt.
"Then you should do something about it." Her hand was already undoing the fly on my jeans.
I kissed her—pressed my mouth to hers and rolled her onto her back along the cushions of the sofa facing the window.
Her mouth moved against mine, and her hands roamed along the ridges of my back. I moved back only long enough to pull my shirt over my head. Then my mouth was back on hers, hands roaming everywhere.
My fingers trailed up her abdomen, along the side of her belly, to her breasts. The tight buds of her nipples stood pert and hard. I traced the pad of my thumb over one, then the other.
She moaned and arched up into my hand. Her hands gripped my shoulders like she was afraid I would disappear.
But that wouldn't happen.
"Shirt off," I said.
She groaned and pulled away from me but clearly enjoyed the direction. I allowed her to move away to remove her shirt but traced her other nipple as she moved away.
With a quick motion, she removed her shirt, and without being asked, she shimmied her pants and underwear down to her ankles and kicked them off.
"Pants off.” She countered my demand with one of her own, and, hell yes, I got off on that.
I pulled off my underwear and shorts, my hard dick practically rejoicing in being removed from the cotton restraints.
Her hand moved to me, and she stroked once, twice, then used her thumb between the crevice at the tip.
My dick jumped in her hand, ready to do whatever she asked of me.
