I think we both move, practically jumping each other, our mouths crashing together, and then we’re making out like horny teenagers on her couch, our hands everywhere, mouths joined in long, frantic kisses. I slide my tongue inside her mouth and her tongue teases mine. Christ, I’m so hard it hurts.
She draws back and stares at me, eyes hazy, her mouth wet. “Oh wow.”
I trace her cheek with my fingertips. “Yeah. Wow.”
Chapter 11
Lilly
When Easton walked in looking so defeated and down, my heart contracted. I knew they’d lost the game, obviously, but it didn’t seem like a reason to be that devastated. Teams lose games all the time. I also knew he’d made a mistake near the end of the third period because the hockey commentators talked about it, but it didn’t register with me that his coach would be pissed and give him shit for it. I should have known, from what I’ve heard about him. Asshole.
Not only did I want to make him feel better…I just wanted him. Dressed in his suit, looking so freaking hot and big and buff, hair falling over his forehead in that rebellious tumble, walking his dog…my ovaries pretty much exploded and hormones flooded my body.
I’d been thinking about what it would be like…to be with him…even knowing we shouldn’t. But those hormones obliterated my common sense, and now we’re sitting on my couch, panting, staring at each other after the most explosive, heart-pounding, panty-melting kisses I’ve ever had.
Holy shit.
“Your roommate?” He murmurs.
“She’s in bed.” I jerk my head toward the closed door at one end of the room. The apartment is a decent size by New York standards, but it’s still small.
“Ah.” He rubs his thumb along my bottom lip.
“My bedroom’s upstairs.” I gesture vaguely at the spiral staircase.
“Let’s go there.” He pauses. “Okay?”
“Yes.” I stand on weak legs and he rises too, picking up our glasses of wine from the table. I’d leave the wine; all I want is him. But it’s nice that he’s doing that and it doesn’t feel like he’s just trying to get me into the sack. It’s like he’s trying to…seduce me.
I like it.
I leave the lamps on, because who cares, and lead the way upstairs. I feel him behind me all the way up, and I hear Otis following too. Not sure how this is going to work, but we’ll figure it out.
My bedroom and tiny bathroom occupy a sort of loft area in the apartment. I also have sliding doors onto a small deck at the back of the building. I love my bedroom; it’s my sanctuary. But it’s decorated with flea market finds, like the black iron bed frame, old oak nightstands, a painted dresser, and a chair I recovered with a pink-rose-patterned fabric, mixed with IKEA deals like the small desk and chair, the rug, and the piles of soft blankets and cushions on the poufy duvet, all in shades of rose and ivory and pale pink, different patterns and textures. The fairy lights around the sliding doors and above the bed come on when I flick the light switch. There isn’t an overhead light in the room, just the twinkling white lights and the antique lamp beside the bed.
I don’t know what he’ll think of this. I turn to face him as he hands me my wineglass.
“This is a cool room,” he says softly.
“Thanks.” We watch each other as we sip our wine. Then we both turn to observe Otis curling up on the round rug in the corner, right in front of the big mirror that sits propped there. We face each other again, smiling.
“Good boy,” he murmurs.
“Yes.”
He reaches out a hand and slides it around the back of my neck, beneath my hair. Shivers cascade down my spine as he pulls me toward him and kisses me again. Our mouths wet and tasting like cabernet, we melt together. Heat ripples in my belly.
“You taste amazing.” He kisses one corner of my mouth, then my cheek. “Like blackberries and spice.”
“Mmm.” I tip my head to give him access and his lips graze over my jaw, my earlobe, the side of my neck. Pinpoints of sensation move over my skin and slide down my spine. “You taste so good too.”
“Wanna taste you everywhere.” He sucks gently on the skin where my neck joins my shoulder.
Flames burst low in my belly. Oh God. “I want you to.”
He lifts his head and peers intently into my eyes. “Yeah?”
“Yeah.” I nod, knowing he’s checking in, appreciating it, and wanting him to know I’m definitely consenting. Definitely.
He takes my wineglass and sets both on the dresser, then turns back to me and eases me toward the bed. “Do you think there’s enough pillows here?”
I laugh softly. “We can get rid of them.” I sweep some onto the floor then pick up two more and toss them across the room. With his hands on my waist, he sits on the bed, then lies down, lifting me on top of him.
I stretch out, loving the contact against his body from my aching breasts pressed against his chest, all the way down to our thighs. He runs his hands over me, squeezes my ass as we kiss, and I frame his face with my palms. Our mouths slide, tongues tangle, and we’re both making soft moaning noises. Then he takes one of my hands, his eyes fastened on my face, brings it to his mouth, and kisses it.
God. My bones are dissolving I’m so turned on. We kiss again, my hand still in his, pressed to his chest. Then he slides his other hand into my hair and cups the back of my head, tilting it for a deeper kiss. I tug his shirt out from his pants and slip my hand under it. I want skin…hot, smooth, sexy skin. He feels so good, so firm and taut. I want to feel more and, daringly, I skim my hand down, lower, over the bulge behind his fly. Dear God, he’s enormous, so hard and hot. He groans, and I push back and up onto my knees, straddling one of his big thighs. He reaches for the hem of my sweatshirt.
Our eyes meet and hold and I give him a tiny nod. My body is pulsing, burning up. He lifts my shirt and I raise my arms in the air to allow him to slowly remove it. My nipples tingle, my skin prickles all over, and my breasts swell. He leans up to kiss my stomach and my heart lurches when his mouth moves between my breasts as the shirt goes up. My breasts are right at his eye level.
He tosses the shirt to the floor and studies me, his eyes dark and heavy lidded. “Fucking gorgeous,” he says hoarsely, wrapping his arms around me. He kisses between my breasts again, then turns his face, nips at the inside of one, and licks the nipple. My entire body seizes with delight. He kisses my nipples, then tugs one into his mouth. I feel it right between my legs and I can’t stop the greedy, needy noise that spills from my lips, my head falling back. He continues to suck and lick and nibble, and even moves back to admire my breasts, and I’m on fire, burning up. He presses his face between the full curves like he never wants to leave.