“I feel like I’ve just snuck into my girlfriend’s dorm room,” he whispered, wrapping his arms around her body as they lay facing each other.
“Girlfriend?” she asked, running her fingers down his chest, his heart beating fast beneath her palms.
“Yes. And she has entirely too many clothes on.”
His face was so close, but she could barely make out his expression. Still, she brushed her nose against his before kissing the side of his mouth and what felt like a smile.
“That’s unfortunate,” Lizzy replied, deftly lifting the sweatshirt over her head, then lying back down in just her bra and underwear. “How about now?”
“Let’s see,” he mumbled, his voice deep.
His fingers pushed her bra to the side so he could graze his thumb across her nipple. He pulled back, then clicked his tongue disapprovingly. “Can’t have this.”
He ran his fingers around her back, unfastening her bra. She helped remove it down her arms and threw it to the floor. He cupped her breast in one hand, then leaned forward to capture and lick the other one, teasing her nipple while her fingers threaded through his hair.
“Will,” she whispered, sucking in a breath.
His hands moved to her thighs, skimming up to her right hip, hovering there until he finally traced his fingers along the lacy material of her underwear.
She whined softly, squeezing her legs together.
“Or this,” he whispered in her ear.
His thumb hooked into the fabric and pulled it slowly down her legs until she had nothing on at all. She kicked the material to the floor as his hand continued its slow journey over her hip bone to her stomach, and up to her rib cage. His palm splayed across her body and stayed there.
“Fuck,” he whispered. His breath was labored and hot against her skin.
She touched the elastic waist of his boxers. “What about these?”
He swore and yanked them off, pulling her against him once he was bare. She could feel him hard against her, but when she tried to move, he stilled.
“Don’t stop,” she whispered.
He began planting soft kisses down her neck. “I don’t want to rush this.”
She touched his forearms. “I know. But you’re stuck with me. I’m not going anywhere.”
She ran her fingers across his chest and felt him inhale sharply, as if it were killing him to hold back any longer.
“Neither am I.” His hand grazed across her collarbone, sending chills down her spine, then his palm slid up her neck to cup her face. He traced her jawline with his finger as if he was trying to memorize her silhouette in the dark. Then he slowly tilted her chin up to meet his mouth and slowly, deliberately, pressed his lips against hers.
It was as if the darkness heightened all her other senses: the sweet smell of his skin—sandalwood and leather—mixing with the cool fall air, the taste of his lips as it melded with her lip balm, the light touch of his rough hands against her skin.
“More,” she breathed.
“I’m trying to control myself,” he murmured.
“Don’t.”
With that, he captured her mouth in a hard kiss, the restraint quickly replaced by a raw hunger. His arms wrapped around her frame, her legs circled his hips, and they sank into each other. She traced the taut roped muscles of his arms as he moved down her body, planting kisses down her abdomen before settling between her legs. Then his hands gripped her thighs. She could barely make out his movements in the dark, but she could feeleverything. His mouth was on her, soft at first, teasing, tasting, until she felt the pressure building, untethering her from reality.
She drew in a breath, sucking her bottom lip between her teeth to stifle a cry. “Yes… right there…”
His tongue worked faster, her hips jerking up to chase the feeling that threatened to consume her. Her hand twisted into his hair, holding on to him as he sent her over the edge.
She shuddered as warmth and pleasure flooded through her entire body. She lay bare in front of him, her heart beating in herears until suddenly he was next to her again, nuzzling into her neck and kissing her hot skin.
“I could watch you come undone all night.”
