Page 76 of Love at First Ride
Gently, he lifts my chin, encouraging me to look at him, his knees positioned on either side of mine. ‘If you wanna stop at any time, you just tell me, okay? And we’ll stop.’
In the dim light, I nod again.
AJ takes a step back. Leaning down, he kicks off his boots and his socks follow. Then he walks to my ensuite, and within a moment, I hear the sound of water running.
When he re-emerges, I frown at him.
‘Are you taking a shower?’ I ask.
He holds out one hand.
‘No,’ he says. ‘We are.’
Chapter Nineteen
Hollie
‘Oh.’
I gape at him. AJ takes me by both hands and pulls me to my feet, so that we stand opposite one another, steam now emerging from the bathroom.
He guides my fingers to his button fly. One by one, I push the metal studs through the punctured hole in the stonewashed denim until the whole thing gapes open, his arousal straining the material of his underwear.
Next, he fingers the hem of my hoodie. I lift the entire thing off, just my bra underneath. We keep eye contact as AJ reaches behind my back to unclasp it, until it’s just another article banished to my floor.
My heart thuds. I like the way his gaze roves hungrily over my naked breasts, the nipples peaked in anticipation of his touch.
‘Come here,’ he says, using my waistband to ease me closer to him. A thrill goes through me as my pebbled nipples graze his chest, and when I wrap my arms around his shoulders and he kisses me, I can feel how wet I am for him already.
He undresses me first, guiding the yoga pants over my behind, taking time to help me remove them from my ankles. He has to listen to me giggle when I’m forced to sit back down on the bed so he can peel them off completely. While I’m sat down, I watch him remove his jeans, so when he helps me back to standing, we’re both just in our underwear.
‘We’re wasting water right now,’ I whisper.
‘Well, then, you should have worn a dress,’ he says, biting back a smile.
‘Ididwear a dress,’ I complain. ‘You werelate.’
He grins, then hooks one hand in the rim of my underwear, snapping the lace hem gently against my skin. ‘Go, take ’em off,’ he says.
He must sense my anxiety, because in a moment, he’s dropped his underwear. My eyes go wide at his thick length, jutting out, fully erect.
Looking down, my eyes go wide. ‘Uh. That’s not going to fit.’
He takes a step forward, and his lips come back to mine. He kisses me until my mind is hazy, one hand gripping the column of my neck. His arousal presses against my stomach. ‘I promise you,’ he whispers against my mouth, at the same time using both hands to ease my underwear down my thighs, ‘It’ll fit.’
We kiss for a few moments longer, before his fingers slide through mine and he’s gently tugging me toward the shower.
The light in the bathroom is starker. I don’t get the opportunity to feel self-conscious though, as AJ is opening the door to the shower stall and pulling me inside under the scorching hot flow. Within moments I feel firm tiles pressing into my backside as water cascades in rivulets over my shoulders, breasts and abdomen. For a moment, he just watches me, droplets trickling from his dark hair over his face, bracing the wall either side of me so that I’m fenced in between his arms.
‘I’m happy that we’re doing this,’ he says.
Fireworks explode low in my belly. What I once thought could have been pity sex on his part now doesn’t seem to be, which seems implausible, but he’shere. Withme. I reach up and place one hand against his chest and trace the end of the scorpion’s tail tattoo, then shift lower to his abs. He seems to flinch at my touch.
‘Me too,’ I respond, and something alters in the atmosphere. AJ groans, brings his body closer to mine and captures my lips, his mouth moving over mine as I cling onto him. My brain is still unable to comprehend that my high school crush is naked in my shower, and his hand is tracing south to my belly, before—
I arch my back at the first touch. His fingertips sink into my warmth without warning, lightly grazing my clit and…oh god oh god oh god. He increases the pressure, his fingers persistent, finding a slow, steady circular rhythm and I’m lost to him. Waves of pleasure radiate outwards, sending tingles through my abdomen and pulsating down my legs. His mouth is between my neck and shoulder and he’s sucking so hard on my flesh that I already know that tomorrow I’ll be marked.
I don’t care. I want to be branded by him.
