Which is a problem, because this woman rewires my brain. She makes me think of things I’ve never thought of before. And maybe those aren’t actual problems, but the fact that she doesn’t date because she’s afraid they will leave is one. The fact that her father, the only family member she still has, hates me is the second.
I don’t know what to say, so I remain quiet and close my eyes.
I’m not the snuggling type, but I’d stay in this position for days, weeks, months if she asked me to.
Just when I think she’s fallen asleep, she scoots her ass closer to me.
The hand holding hers jerks instantly to still her hips.
My breathing increases, and my cock twitches.
I sure as hell hope she’s sleeping, because one small movement like that shouldn't leave me ready to devour her.
She rubs her ass against me again.
All right, that one was intentional.
I loosen my grip on her hip and let my hand fall to her lower belly.
Neither of us says a word.
If she makes another move, I'll make mine.
This time, she runs her hand down my arm until her fingers meet mine, then she starts to bunch up the shirt in the front, and I groan when my fingertips meet her bare soft skin.
She removes her hand, letting it hover over our legs, and I know she’s waiting for me to make the next move.
It’s not a secret that the two of us are into each other, but doing something about it again would absolutely change everything between us.
And if she’s willing to cross that line, there’s no way in hell I'm going to stop her.
I brush my fingers across her lower belly, skimming her panty line
She sucks in a breath.
I let a finger dip just under the thin fabric; her ass presses into mine once again.
I pull my hand free of hers, lay it flat to her stomach to keep her in place, and pull her into me just enough to let her know that she’s not going anywhere.
“If you keep moving your hips like that, you’re going to make me lose control.”
I bury my nose into her neck, nipping at the sensitive skin.
She moans, and I officially have a new noise that I love.
I let my hand fall back to her stomach, but this time, I ran a finger over the fabric, over her hips, and down her thigh. I gently swirl small circles as I touch my way to her inner thighs. She parts them just enough to let my hand fall between them.
I keep up with the circle, but I extend my pinky to switch against her clit, and she jerks.
She’s sensitive.
I fucking love that.
“Books, are you sure you want to cross this line with me again? We haven’t talked about it, and I need to know where your head is.”
My touch never falters as I wait for her reply.
She hums. “I do, but I don’t know what it means.”
