“Can you believe North is a dad?” Tibbs shook his head in disbelief. “We definitely need to go out and celebrate tonight.”
It was funny, his voice fading out even though he kept talking. Because whatever he had to say was no longer important when she was in the same room.
Jesus, she was beautiful.
Dressed down in a pair of jeans and a T-shirt, her face was makeup free and her hair pulled back. She was perfect, every inch of her breathtaking as I fought the urge to go over and kiss her.
I’d never get tired of looking at her, or wanting to touch her, the idea that I couldn’t, driving me crazy. And if her smile was anything to go by, she knew exactly what I was thinking.
“Sweetheart, you want to go put your bag in Jared’s room? You can change in there before you need to go.” It was my mother’s voice that pulled me from my daydream, my eyes blinking as I thanked God no one saw me staring.
“You need to go to my room?” I asked obviously having missed part of the conversation.
Tibbs mock punched me in the ribs. “Her bag, you moron. She brought her clothes and stuff so she can get ready for work.”
Presley lifted a small overnight bag, her brow rising with it. “You want to show me to your room? Probably best if it’s out of the way so no one trips on it.”
I didn’t even hesitate, nodding my head so fast I almost got whiplash, thankful for the opportunity to get her alone for a minute if that was all I had. “Sure, I’ll show you where it is. We’ll be right back.” My head tipped to the hallway, hinting to her that she should follow.
“Show her the upstairs bathroom as well. It’s been a while since she’s been here,” my mom called after us, my heartbeat kicking up a notch as we made it to the bottom of the stairs.
“Will do, Ma,” I yelled back, unable to peel my eyes from the hottest woman I’d ever seen. “I’ll give her a quick tour.”
Presley bit back a grin, running a hand slowly down my chest. “Take me to your room, Leighton. We wouldn’t want to disappoint your mother.”
Fuck.
I was definitely going to hell.
Presley
THE MINUTE THE door closed, Jared had me pressed against the wall. His mouth on mine as his hands moved down to my ass. I was dying, anxious to kiss him from the moment I’d walked in. And when I finally got the chance, I felt like I was going to explode.
“Fuck, Presley.” His mouth moved from my lips to my neck. “We’re both going to end up in a lot of trouble.”
My hand slid down his chest and landed on the front of his jeans. He was hard, rubbing himself against my hand. “I’ve wanted to sneak into this room for years, who knew it would be that easy to score an invitation.”
“You thought about being in here with me?” His hand moved to the front of my jeans, popping the button. “Thought about all the things I’d do to sweet little Presley?”
“Hey, I was never sweet,” I moaned, his fingers slipping into my underwear.
We didn’t have much time, five minutes or maybe ten, before someone would come looking and wondering why it was taking so long. But I didn’t care, taking those stolen moments and precious touches, breathing out a shaky breath as his thumb circled my clit.
“I want to make you come so badly,” he panted against my skin. “Right here, in this room where I’ve jerked off to you more times than I can count.”
“You jerked off thinking of me?” My body tingled as his thumb continued to move. I was positive it wasn’t possible to orgasm in a minute, but my body was completely up for the challenge.
His head nodded slowly, kissing me hard as he plunged in a finger. “Enough to make me think I was a deviant.”
As horrible as it was to admit, it was hot making out in Leighton’s old bedroom, getting fingered while his family was downstairs. Maybe I was a deviant too, my body bowing against the wall as he added another finger.
“Go faster,” I begged, burying my head in his shoulder, his twists against my clit picking up speed as my hips rocked against his hand.
My breasts strained against the soft cotton of my T-shirt, wanting to be touched as I grew wetter. I’d assumed we wouldn’t get the chance, his family commitments mixed with my work schedule meaning we’d be lucky to even kiss.
“Oh my God, I’m so close.” My body shook, his fingers pumping inside my slick center as his thumb circled. I was so turned on it felt like I was buzzing, my body vibrating like a tuning fork that had just been struck.
It wasn’t enough, needing more contact as I bucked against his hand. My head banged against the wall. His free hand reached up, cupping my mouth as I whimpered, the sensation, a war of pleasure and frustration as I chased the high.
“Shhhh,” he laughed, kissing my neck as his voice deepened. “I can feel how close you are. Feel your greedy pussy clamping around my fingers. You want more of me, Presley? You want my cock buried inside of you? Have me fuck you right against this wall while people wait for us downstairs?”
It shouldn’t have turned me on, shouldn’t have been so hot, but as he growled against my neck, I felt more worked up than was rightly appropriate. “Yes, I want that. I want you so badly.”
My words were muffled, lost against his palm as my eyes widened. He pumped into me, nodding in an unspoken promise that he’d give me whatever I asked.
His hand against my mouth slipped, his lips stealing my heated moan before it could escape.
We were so close, everything touching and yet barriers of clothes separating us. But it didn’t matter, my body splintering into a million pieces as he kissed me feverishly, taking my pleasure into his body like it was his own.
“God, you’re beautiful.” His kisses slowed, his hand still buried in my underwear. “I love watching you come, Presley.”
I kissed him back, hungry for more as I reached down and rubbed against the bulge in his jeans. I knew he’d be hard, wanting to give him exactly what he’d given me.
“Yeah, that’s not going to happen.” He brushed my hand aside, sliding his fingers out of me. “We’ve already tempted fate, let’s not get totally stupid.”
He was right. Of course, he was right. It had been how many minutes? Ten? More? I had no idea how much time we’d spent in that room, but I knew it was longer than it took to drop off a bag and show me the bathroom.
“I want to blow you so bad,” I ground out in frustration, my voiced irritation making him grin.
He groaned, pressing his forehead to mine. “And I’d like nothing more than to have you suck me. But not right now, it’s going to have to wait. You remember where the bathroom is up here? Or do you really need me to show you?”
“I remember,” I pouted, watching him adjust himself in his jeans.
He lifted his fingers—the ones that had been inside of me—to his lips and sucked them. His eyes flickered, savoring what was in his mouth before returning his gaze back to me. “Not even close to the taste I wanted, but it will have to do. I’m going to do the best I can to hide this,” he pointed to the hard rod pressing against his fly, “and then meet you back down there.”
“Okay, I might just go ahead and get changed. Save me time in case dinner is running late.” I glanced back at him, my fingers teasing the bottom of my T-shirt.