Page 37 of Holding On to You

I shove the door open, pulling her in behind me. I spin around at the same time as she pushes up on her toes. Her mouth meets mine in a frantic, ravenous kiss. Our tongues meld, dancing with each other the way our bodies were at the bar tonight.

I’d been kicking myself all the way home for the way I danced with Kylie. I couldn’t stop touching her or pulling her as close as her belly would let me. It was like something snapped in my brain. I dropped every respectful boundary I had in place.

But what got to me the most was how she responded. She leaned in to every touch, every press of our bodies. There was no hesitation or attempt to keep some distance between us. She also followed my lead better than she ever has before. It was as if we’d both surrendered to the feelings and allowed ourselves to be free with our bodies for the first time in thirty years of friendship.

I lift Kylie by the backs of her thighs, encouraging her to wrap her legs around my waist, then carry her down the hallway to my bedroom. I can’t stop kissing her. I’m worried that this whole night will disappear into a dream if I do.

Gently setting her on my bed, I finally pull away. The sight of her spread out in front of me is almost too much for my brain to comprehend. Her cowboy-boots-and-blue-jeans combo does something to me every time I see her wearing them. Add in the black grunge band T-shirt, and I swear, she’s every one of my fantasies come to life.

“Do you know how many times I’ve dreamed of this exact fucking scene?” I ask her, my voice like gravel with the pent-up lust that’s been building since I kissed her. “How many nights I came home to jerk off after dancing with you at the bar?”

Kylie shakes her head, her eyes widening with every word I grind out.

I lean over her, nipping at the skin where her shoulder meets her neck. I want my marks to show on her skin for everyone to see. She’s mine now. “Too many to count. I’d get so fucking hard because you’re the prettiest damn thing I’ve ever seen. And now, you’re finally here. You’re finally mine. Are you ready to find out what that means?”

“Gray,” she moans. “Please. I’m burning up.”

“Tell me what you want, Ladybug. Use your words.”

“You. I want you. I need you.”

“Where do you need me?” I move down her body, shoving the hem of her T-shirt up her chest. She grips the back of my shirt at the same time, forcing me to lift enough to take it off. I’m momentarily struck dumb at the sight of her tits practically spilling out of her bra.

Jesus Christ almighty, I think I just died. I can’t help myself. I drop my face straight into her cleavage, sucking at the skin and yanking down the cups of her bra to play with her nipples.

She cries out when I wrap my mouth around the peak of her breast, pulling it into my mouth with fervor.

“I’m going to live here from now on.”

Kylie laughs at my statement, but I wasn’t exactly kidding. I want to stay right here for the rest of my life.

I finally reach underneath Kylie to pop the clasp of her bra. I fling the offending article of clothing across the room before going back to my task. Between my mouth and hand, I bite and pull at Kylie’s nipples until she’s squirming and moaning.

I’m fucking obsessed with every noise she makes.

I’m going to learn every little thing that brings her pleasure. I’ll memorize every inch of her body until I know exactly what buttons to push to rev her up and send her over the edge.

Her hips keep rolling, prompting me to continue exploring. I kiss her round belly. “Hey, Peanut. Listen, I’m about to do some very dirty things to your mom. If you could cover your ears for a little while, that would probably be best.”