She let him guide her forward, pushing up on her knees and putting her breasts at eye level for him. Her heart was ready to pound out of her chest, but Hill started off gentle, brushing the tip of his nose against her skin, kissing her lightly along her collarbone, making her nerve endings strain for more. He kept his other hand loosely against the small of her back, giving her the ability to back off if she needed it, but that was the last thing she wanted to do in this moment. He murmured her name against her skin, his breath tickling her, and she arched against him, seeking more.
When his mouth closed over her lace-covered nipple, sensation sparked through her and she gasped, her fingers threading into the hair at the back of his head, holding him in place. His mouth was hot and wet around her, the pressure sending tendrils of arousal straight downward. “Hill.”
He tugged gently, and it felt as if he’d touched her everywhere, her whole body going sensitive and hungry. Without thinking, she reached behind her and unhooked her bra. She needed more of him, skin to skin. Hill lifted his hand without pulling away and slid her bra strap down her shoulder, freeing one arm and exposing her fully to him. She was trembling. She didn’t know if it was fear or anticipation but probably both.
However, when his tongue stroked against her bared breast, any fear trying to break through vaporized. “Holy shit.”
Hill hummed against her skin in clear approval and teased her nipple with his mouth, while cupping her other breast and stroking with his thumb. His beard tickled her skin, just the right amount of soft and abrasive to set her nerve endings aflame. Her head tipped back, and her body rocked against him, pressure building deep inside her. Yes, yes, this. Colors danced behind her eyelids, and her pulse felt as if it was pounding between her legs.
It’d been years since she’d been touched by someone else and never like this, never with this much focused attention. Hill wasn’t just kissing her body as a means to an end or a journey to the big event. This was the event. He made wherever he kissed the center of the universe. Like if that square inch of skin was all he had to work with, by golly, he was going to slay it.
“Hill,” she panted, the pressure building hot and urgent, “I need…but… God.”
He pulled away for a moment and looked up at her, his lips shiny and his pupils black with lust. “Do you need to come, Andi?”
Yes. Yes. Yes. Her throat tightened. “I’m not ready for sex.”
“That’s not what I’m asking,” he said, voice full of confident promise. “I can help. You don’t even have to take your jeans off, but you’d have to trust me to touch you.”
She considered him, her body aching for what he was offering, and finally nodded. “Okay.”
“Thank you.” He took her face in his hands and kissed her gently, soothing some of the nerves that were trying to surface. When her body relaxed again, he let go of her face and kissed down her chest. She was dizzy with arousal, trying not to overthink things and get in her head. But she didn’t have to worry long because while his mouth was occupied with her breast, his hand slid down, and he pressed the heel of it between her legs over her jeans. The simple pressure shouldn’t have been intense with a layer of denim between them, but lightning streaked down her thighs as his hand put pressure against her clit.
Oh. Oh.
He rocked his hand against her, and she matched his rhythm, her fingertips digging into his shoulders. It’d been so long since any hand had touched her but her own that the sheer novelty of sensation had her rocketing toward climax.
“Hill,” she gasped. “Please.”
His teeth grazed her nipple, and he circled the heel of his hand against her. That was all it took. Her orgasm burst through her, making her cry out and surprising her with the blunt force of it. She held on to his shoulders, angling her body against him, riding out the delicious relief and losing all sense of where she was for a few blissful moments.
When every ounce of her energy was sapped, she sank back onto his thighs, panting, the cool air of the room rushing along her overheated skin and her clit pulsing along with her heartbeat. Her head dipped between her shoulders, and she gripped her thighs, trying to regain her balance.
Hill squeezed her knee gently. “You okay?”
She took a steadying breath and lifted her head, finding Hill with searching eyes and a furrowed brow. She nodded. “I’d say I’m very okay. That was… Thank you.”
The corner of his mouth lifted and his brow softened. “Thank you back.”
Her gaze tracked down to the very obvious erection pushing at the fly of his jeans. Only then did she remember that she had gotten her pleasure, but she hadn’t done a thing for him. “I’m not sure you should be thanking me. That looks uncomfortable.”
He shrugged. “Worth it. That was sexy as hell, Andi. You are sexy as hell.”
“Do you need me to…” She didn’t know exactly what she was offering. Part of her wanted to touch him, make him feel good, but reality was starting to creep in. She could feel the first fingers of anxiety trying to reach into her brain.
He took her hand and kissed her knuckles. “I don’t need you to do anything. I’m a grown man. I won’t die from a hard-on.” He reached to the other side of the couch and grabbed her shirt. He handed it back to her. “Here, you’re shivering.”
Gratitude moved through her. Somehow he’d sensed she needed some armor back. She tugged her shirt on, not bothering with finding her bra. “Thanks.”
He helped her climb off his lap and found his own shirt hanging off her shelf of DVDs. He pulled it over his head and then joined her back on the couch. He gave her an evaluating look. “You sure you’re okay?”
She lifted her hand and pinched the air between her thumb and forefinger, offering him a small smile. “I may be freaking out just a little bit. But not because of you. You were… That was…great. You’re an excellent…experiment buddy.”
He laughed, his eyes crinkling with it. “Your dirty talk is on point, Lockley.”
She snorted, but the little joke eased some of the tension coursing through her. She didn’t need to overthink this. Hill had made her feel good, and he’d kept his promise, letting her take the lead on things and not pushing for anything more. She leaned over and kissed him gently. “Thank you.”
“My pleasure. Thank you for trusting me. And for a great movie night.”
“What movie did we watch again?” she asked. “I can’t seem to remember a thing that happened before the last half hour.”
He smirked. “Good. That’s called a job well done.”
“We should do this again,” she said, forcing herself to be brave. “The movie and the making out. And possibly you cooking more things for me.”