I leaned over to her, pushing the DVD case off her lap as I grabbed her around the waist and pulled her in. Her chest pressed against mine, my forehead leaning down upon hers as I whispered, “Is it okay if I kiss you?” Figured I’d ask this time, since last time I’d caught her off-guard. The last thing I wanted to do was scare this girl away.
Bree nodded once, her hands slow to wrap around my neck.
Not to waste a second more, I brought my lips down to hers, kissing her as softly as I could while still trying to show her how wild she made me feel, the passion and lust laced within every nerve of my body any time she was close. I was eager to show her, without words, how crazy I was about her, how much I needed her. I never wanted to let this girl go, never wanted to give up and let anyone else have her.
She was mine. She would always be mine. I’d fallen for her so quickly, it was impossible for me not to feel my heart racing in my chest as I leaned her back. The DVD case fell to the floor as I laid her on the couch under me, our mouths never disconnecting.
Oh, God. She felt so good under me, felt insanely good. Like, there were no words for it. Right now, I didn’t want to think, didn’t want to be in my own head or wonder where hers was at. I knew what I felt, and I wanted to show her.
There were no worries about Calum in my head right now, only her. Bree and everything she encompassed, and I hoped, in her head, it was the same. No Calum, just me.
My hands tangled in her hair, and as I leaned my body down on hers, my legs pinning hers down, I angled her head a bit better, ran my tongue along her lower lip. That same lip I always saw her nibbling. She shivered into me when my teeth grazed it, and I used the opportunity to slip my tongue into her mouth and devour her from the inside.
She was heaven. She was literally heaven on earth, and I had no idea why I’d never seen her before. Never really paid attention to the lonely girl with pink hair in the back of the class. She was life. She was the breath in my lungs. She was everything.
I think…I think I’d fallen in love with her without realizing it.
My body reacted to having hers under me. It wasn’t long before I felt an aching in my lower half, heat building there as blood rushed to make me hard. I probably shouldn’t have pressed my midsection so firmly against hers—for surely she’d feel the growing boner in my pants—but I was too lost in her, in the way her tongue felt dancing with mine and the soft moans she breathed straight into my lungs.
I could never get enough of her. Never. That was a promise, an oath to myself and to her. I wanted everything she had, over and over, everything she’d give me.
I was slow to pull my mouth off hers, staring down at her with eyes that were half open. She breathed hard, panting, her cheeks flushed and her lips parted slightly. Bree did not push me away, nor did she tell me to stop. The expression she wore was one of wanting, one of desire. She was never as wordy as I was, but I knew, right then, she wanted me, too.
Releasing my hold on her hair, I moved my hands to her neck, swiping the bits of hair off before bringing my mouth to that tender crook. I kissed her softly there once, eliciting a moan from her. My mouth roamed her neck, never staying in one place too long, kissing and sucking gently—I didn’t want to return her to her home full of hickeys, but it was hard to not lose my mind when it came to her, to just let my body take over and have her every which way.
She was everything and more, and I hoped I meant the same to her.
My hands trailed downward, even though I knew they probably shouldn’t. If I went too far with her, if I did too much, too fast, I might scare her away for good—and that was something I didn’t think I could handle. No, I needed this girl like I needed the air I breathed.
She was my air.
That was why I murmured against her throat, “Stop me if you feel uncomfortable, Bree.”
It was a moment before she breathed a heavy breath and whispered, “Okay.” Okay, she’d stop me. Okay, I could keep going, keep losing myself in her body and carry on.
Her single-word answer gave me gusto. My hands roamed over her chest, stopping to cup both breasts gently. Her chest was not overly huge, a huge rack on her small frame would surely not look right and only give her back problems in the future, but even so, they were perfect. Not overly large, but not small enough that they weren’t tangible through her shirt.
Was I the first man to touch her like this? Had Calum gone this far with her?
No. No, tonight was not about one-upping Calum. Tonight was about Bree and me, us getting to know each other and spending time alone. Tonight wasn’t about anyone else in the world, even if they were in this equation.
My mouth found hers again, kissing her harder this time, a bit rougher, more wild, and my hands roamed down, finding the hemline of her shirt before snaking their way back up to lightly touch the fabric of her bra. My erection was raging now, my dick wanting free, but I knew it would have to remain locked up for now. I doubted it would be seeing any action tonight—and if it did, it’d probably be from my own hand.
That was fine. Even though I wanted to be greedy, I knew I couldn’t be. Not when it came to Bree.
I did, however, slip my hands beneath the silky fabric of her bra and cup her bare breasts. Her skin was ridiculously soft, so soft I knew I’d be dreaming about it, about her, naked and under me, writhing in pleasure and lost to the whims of the flesh.
Bree tore her mouth off mine, turning her face to the side a bit, her eyes closed as she breathed hard. I watched her, pausing, my hands still cupping her breasts, and I waited, expecting her to tell me to stop, to tell me to pull off her and stop touching her like this. Maybe it was too much; maybe I was going too fast.
But she didn’t. Bree did not open her mouth and tell me to stop; the only thing she did was breathe like she couldn’t fill her lungs enough. Her smooth skin was on fire under me, and I took to watching her reactions as I started to play with the breasts in my hands.
Ran my palms over her nipples, made her sigh out a soft, sweet sound. Tweaked those nipples into hard points with my fingers, pinching and tugging, causing her to let out a moan that I felt vibrate in my core.
God, I wanted her. I wanted to throw her over my shoulder and carry her into my room, set her on my bed and take off every piece of clothing that hindered her body, and then do the same to me, stopping only when we were both naked and in each other’s arms, lost in one another.
Though I wanted to do more, though I wanted to tear her clothes off and see her beautiful body naked, I knew I had to hold back. I did not want to reach the point where Bree had to stop me. With how she was, I didn’t know whether she’d have the heart to stop me, or if she’d let me do whatever and then hate herself afterward.
I didn’t want that.
So I didn’t let my hands go any lower than her stomach, didn’t move to take off her shirt or unhook her bra. I gave love to what I could with my mouth as I ignored the throbbing in my pants. Hopefully, in time, I would know what she felt like.
It was just my luck, though, that my phone rang.
I was content to ignore it, but Bree whispered, completely out of breath, “It might be the food.”
The…the what? The who? The…oh, yeah. Damn it. I totally forgot about the food and how I’d ordered it before all this. Bree really could do things to me, huh?
It was officially the last thing I wanted to do, but I had to: pull myself off her, take my hands out from under her shirt, and reach for my phone, answering it and hoping I didn’t sound too out of breath. “Hello?”