Page 61 of The Great Dating Fake Off
I press my molars together and breathe through my nose to try to hold on to my self-control so I don’t flip her over and pin her to the ground.
As gently as I can manage, I smooth a palm over the sliver of bare skin between her shorts and her tank top. Fire coils up my arm as I nudge the hem of her shirt higher.
Her skin glows in the low light. I brush my thumb over the tattoo back and forth in two slow strokes. Her next exhale is sharp as she traps my hand against her skin before I can retract it.
I pull her against me as her breathing picks up. She guides my hand higher over her lacy bra.
This is so fucking wrong, but I can’t stop my fingers from sneaking inside. Her nipples are hard, begging to be stroked.
I pinch one between my fingers and roll it lightly.
The quietest whine escapes her mouth as her hips start to move, driving her perfect ass against where I’m hard for her. It feels so good to have her in my arms. My mouth finds her neck. Her pulse rages beneath my lips as I drift sideways, latching on to the warm skin behind her ear.
She tilts her head as if to look at me. I brush my lips over her jaw.
And then I plant one little kiss on the corner of her mouth. I have to.
“Seb.” It’s barely more than a breath as she twists to lie on her back. I trace her lips with my thumb.
She traps my finger in her mouth.
And then she lightly sucks.
Fuck it.
I bat her hand aside and my mouth closes over hers so fast I don’t have time to think. Her soft lips yield to mine.
She opens wider and gives me her tongue, pure sweetness in a languid stroke. She tastes like champagne—sweet with a hint of citrus. Like she’ll make me drunk and reckless. I tease her lips apart and deepen the kiss as her body melts into mine.
My other hand finds her hair. It’s soft and messy from the wild night. It slips through my fingers as her tongue slides against mine slowly. Too slowly.
She pulls back and gasps a breath.
My body nearly vibrates with restraint. I feel like a wind-up car cranked all the way with nowhere to go. But if she wants to stop, I’ll respect—
Her lips meet mine again, harder this time, and I groan into her mouth. Her hand sneaks up my shirt, her touch eager enough to make me want to do something stupid like reach my hand in her shorts to see if she’s as wet as I am hard. The scratch of her nails sends a shiver down my spine—
The metal bed frame beside us creaks.
Shit.
I ease off her. A blaring siren in my head deafens all other thoughts.
This is bad. At this angle, nestled close to the foot of the bed, Ro couldn’t see us unless she sat up, right?
We stay completely still on our backs as we wait for Ro to say something or show she’s awake. Her motionless silence persists for a minute, and then another as my heart rate regulates.
I got so caught up in Nora I forgot there were other people in this room—passed out, but still. I forgot everything except her.
What if she’d caught us? What the hell was I thinking?
Everything about Nora is off-limits right now and moving forward. Obviously, I can’t trust myself not to take things too far, and more than one person is implicated if this thing goes sideways. Time to cut the power on whatever switch she’s flipped in me. That starts with us never being alone again.
Not that we were even alone this time.
When I’m certain Ro is asleep, I attempt to stand, but Nora’s warm hand closes around mine to stop me.
“This is your room,” she whispers. “I’ll go.”
