Page 90 of Love at First Ride
I swallow a lump in my throat, pushing my hands deep into the pockets of my jeans. ‘So… this is it. This is me.’
She raises her eyes to the beams. ‘Wow, you were right. You really do live in the attic.’
‘Uh-huh.’
She looks down to the floor boards, a low-level thud from Scotch’s rock soundtrack seeping up from below. ‘Does that sound not drive you crazy?’
I shrug. ‘Guess I’ve gotten used to it.’
She closes the door behind her. ‘It’s really warm up here.’
‘Yeah. I sleep naked.’
She takes another step forward, knots her fingers together, taking it all in. ‘I like it,’ she says. ‘It’s cozy.’
‘Yeah?’ I ask, and I swallow. ‘Echo gives me a good deal on rent. The generator keeps the light on. Without that, it gets pretty dark in here.’
She shakes her head. ‘It’s ridiculous that you don’t have a proper electricity supply.’
My lips twist because we all know who was responsible for that decision.
I change the subject. ‘I meant what I said… in the bar. Never thought I’d see the day when Chase Brennan lost a game of pool.’
She gives a shrug. ‘He probably likes me even less now than he did before.’
I take her hands in mine. ‘Why would you think that?’
‘He didn’t look too happy with me.’
‘He’s a sore loser, that’s why. Come here.’
I slide my fingers around the back of her head and pull her close. When my lips meet hers, it sets off a chain reaction inside me.
‘Kinda turned me on too,’ I say against her mouth.
I’ve desired girls before. Wanted to get them into bed, get naked fast and go one round until we’re spent. No girl I met ever made my chest tighten with emotion, like a clamp gripped tight around my heart. I never met a girl I wanted to take my time with. To savor. To cherish above all else.
Hollie Palmer makes me feel all those things.
I pull back. We’re both a little breathless. ‘I meant what I said to Nando too. Downstairs. In the bar. About you being mine, and nobody else’s. I mean it.’
She raises her eyes to me. There’s a sweetness to her face that turns my thoughts to slush.
‘I want to belong to you,’ she whispers, and her words send me over the edge.
‘You do,’ I groan, kissing her with increased intensity, as a wave of heat pulses through me until I’m so hard it almost hurts. ‘You do belong to me. You’re my girl. You’re all mine.’
I break our kiss again, rip my shirt over my head and toss it. My mouth goes back to hers. I grip her hips and walk us toward the bed, until the backs of her legs bump into the wood frame.
‘Shit,’ I curse. ‘I left the condoms at your place.’
‘It’s okay,’ she hums, kissing me sweetly, ‘we can just fool around.’ I like her way of thinking. She gives me just a hint of her tongue that gets my legs quaking with need. When she lifts her top over her head and unclips her bra, my hands move instantly to both her breasts, caressing her, moulding her soft skin. Circling her peaked nipples with my thumbs. She arches into me, whimpering, until I lay claim to each breast with my mouth, sucking hard and making her shudder.
We help strip each other naked. I lower her to the bed, losing myself in her kiss, her tongue as eager as my own. I ease myself off her, lying to one side, my left arm underneath the curve of her neck as I gaze down the line of her body, taking in all her beautiful curves, her skin glowing in the low light of my room. I feel my dick flex against the skin of her thigh.
‘Open your legs for me,’ I whisper.
She looks into my eyes as she draws her knees up. I see her expression alter as I trace a line with my fingertips south from her belly button, parting her, sinking into her warmth. I press against her opening, feeling a rush of moisture against my skin. I love that she’s so turned on for me, the way her eyelids flutter as I slide her arousal over her clit, circling it, caressing it. Finding my rhythm.
