Page 74 of The Great Dating Fake Off
Her ass pushes back, putting pressure against where I already hurt for her. Gritting my teeth, I count to five, warring with myself.
She lifts her shooting arm and holds it there.
Just like last time, I slide my palm over her shoulder, down her biceps, greedy to feel as much of her as I can on my way to her hand. When I reach it, my fingers close around her tiny wrist.
I cock her arm back.
She releases the dart. Her head tips sideways, exposing more of her neck, letting out a quiet hum of contentment as it strikes the board.
Temptress.
My mouth moves toward the curve of her shoulder. Heat radiates from her body. With her throwing hand now free, her fingers find my hair, threading and tugging as I tease a path toward her ear with my lips, never fully kissing her. Never pressing.We fit together so well, like our bodies were shaped to stand together, just like this.
“I promised myself I wouldn’t make another move and get in the way of what you’re here to do this week.” I pull back. “If you want this here and now, you need to show me.”
She exhales in a shaky gust. “I thought I was.” Her hand moves to where I’m still holding her hip, digging in her fingers so I’ll grip her harder. “How could I be any clearer?”
“Put your mouth on me, for starters.”
In a fluid motion, she spins to face me. Her big bottomless eyes meet mine, reeling me in hard and fast as she places her palms on my chest. “Put it where?”
“Christ. With a question like that?” I stroke her bottom lip. “Kiss me before I get any other ideas.”
Her breaths come fast and shallow as she pushes on to her toes. I duck my head to meet her halfway, catching her mouth with mine. The frantic hum of my thoughts settles until it’s just her in my head.My hands palm the backs of her thighs, and I lift her in one rough motion. Her ankles lock behind my back.
The kiss is intense and probing from the jump, like we’re picking up in the middle of the heated conversation we started back in her car. Her lips are soft but possessive as her hands move to cradle my neck tight. I’m starving for depth, for her sounds.
Her eager tongue circles mine. I give mine back, tasting her.
“I’ve been thinking about this since the minute we stopped yesterday. I wanted to beat down your bedroom door and kiss you again.” I plunge my hand into her hair. “I’m so fucking tired of holding back.”
“Stop holding back.” Her plea is heated. “Please?”
I walk us toward the nearest flat surface. “I’ve had dreams about you. This.”
“Really?”
I lick the surprise right out of her mouth as I deposit her on the edge of the pool table. She braces her hands behind her on the green felt as I hitch her legs open. I step between them, my palms sliding slowly up her thighs. I grit out a sound of need as my hands tuck under her ass, tilting her up. “You have the greatest legs I’ve ever seen. And your skin is so damn soft.”
Her eyes are hungry as she watches me handle her. “I had a sugar scrub today.”
My fingers dig into her flesh. “What the actual fuck is that?”
“It’s a spa thing. A woman rubs you down with exfoliants.”
“Got it. Give me a name so I can tip them extra for taking good care of you.” I take a fistful of fabric in my hand. “And what is this thing you’re wearing called?”
“It’s a romper.” Her lashes flutter as she blinks up at me. “Do you like it?”
“Do I like it?” I jerk her by the hips against where I strain against my jeans, and a shocked sound leaves her pretty mouth. “In case you’re confused about how much I like every part of you, here’s your proof.”
After an awestruck oh, she lunges for my lips, as though my slow appraisal of her body has gone on long enough for her liking. Her tongue and teeth and lips are messy against mine, her sounds fevered as I move my hand to the top of her leg, teasing her inner thigh with light up and down strokes of my thumb.
She detaches from my mouth with a tiny, frustrated groan. “We’ve got to get out of here. Too risky.”
“Okay. Let’s go.”
But her hand tightens on my hair, guiding me lower. I move to the hot skin at the base of her neck and suck the sweet remnants of her “sugar scrub” right off her. Her back arches, pressing her chest into mine.
