Page 41 of Crashing Into You

Bryce kisses me, a sweet meeting of our mouths, then rubs his nose against mine. “Hey,” he says, his hands sliding down my sides. “This is your body. Yours to give, or not. There’s nothing stupid about that.” He kisses me again, and this time it deepens, his tongue tangling with mine.

When he pulls back this time, his green eyes are dark, hooded with desire. “How much of a virgin?” One corner of his mouth quirks up. “Just… interested.”

“Er… well.” My heart is pounding, my voice a whisper. “I mean, I’ve done a lot of stuff. Just not… that.”

“Oh really?” His mouth moves along my jaw, his nose brushing my ear. Then his kisses descend lower. “A lot of stuff?” He pauses in his kisses to grin at me.

“Oh god.” I try to pull away, covering my face with my hands. Bryce’s kisses stop, halfway down my neckline. I peer through my fingers at him. His expression is serious again.

“I can go now, if you want me to,” he says. “Or we can just kiss. Whatever you feel comfortable with. You let me know.”

I know he’s aroused, and I’m touched by the effort he’s making. I know he’s telling the truth, as well. If I told him to leave right now, he would. Contrast that with Simon; towards the end of things with him, it didn’t seem as though my wishes mattered, him treating my body like a plaything to be used whenever he felt like it, even if I didn’t. He used to act as though he was doing me a favour every time he went down on me, even if I tried to squirm away.

But I don’t want to think about Simon right now. I return my focus to the gorgeous man wrapped around me, dropping my hands from my face.

“I don’t want you to go.”

“What do you want? Tell me.” His fingers trace circles on my back, his breath warm on my throat as he dips his head once more, kissing down my neckline. My nipples harden, hot slickness at the top of my thighs. Fuck. No one has ever made me feel like this, not from just kissing.

“I want,” I say, between gasps, “to see where this goes.”

“Hmm,” he says, the sound vibrating against my skin. “Is that right?”

He moves me back towards the long wooden dining table next to the windows. The sky outside is almost dark, just faint flickers of sunset left. It feels as though it’s just me and him in the world, caught in the faint glow of the light from the kitchen.

He lifts me, his mouth returning to mine, and sits me on one end of the table. “Seems sturdy enough,” he says, a growl against me. I can hardly breathe.

Then he drops to his knees, his hands on my thighs. He spreads my legs, pushing my skirt up, then looks up at me. I’m trembling all over, my body tingling. I nod.

He leans in. His hair brushes against my inner thighs, feather-soft. Then he kisses me over my knickers, the heat of his mouth coming through the lace. He kisses along the crease at the top of my thigh, nibbling at me until I’m arching back, panting with anticipation. His hand slides up my leg, then he pulls the crotch of my underwear aside. One moment his warm breath is on my skin, then his tongue slides down between my folds, teasing my opening. Oh god. He laps at me, penetrating me, drinking me in. I whimper, one hand coming to his hair, my head back. His tongue flickers like a flame between my thighs, fucking me slowly. Pleasure builds inside me. Fuck. Simon never gave me oral like this. Bryce is worshipping me, kissing me as though he wants to take me inside him, sucking and teasing me as though he doesn’t want to be anywhere else in the world.

His tongue continues to slide in and out of me, and it’s so fucking hot I can barely stand it. Then he licks upwards, his lips closing around my clit. I buck against him. I know I’m moaning his name, but I can’t seem to stop. His fingertip comes to my opening, sliding through the wetness, circling me then entering just a short way, in and out, as he sucks my clit, flicking it with his tongue.

“Bryce,” I gasp. “Stop.”

He lifts his head, his mouth moist with my desire. “You okay?” His voice is rough, his breath coming hard.

I’m so close to coming, but I don’t want to do it alone.

“I want to suck you,” I say, shocked as the words leave my mouth. But it’s true.

His green gaze widens briefly. Then he slides my underwear off my legs and stands up, moving between my thighs, his hardness pressing against me. I almost come there and then, but I want to get him there as well. I wrap my legs around him and he lifts me, carrying me over to the long sofa. He lays me down on my side.

Then he kneels down next to the sofa, taking my thigh in one hand, opening me to him. And his head descends once more, his tongue on my clit.

“Unfair,” I gasp. I wriggle around as best I can, trying to reach the front of his trousers.

He growls against me then redoubles his efforts, opening me even more, his fingertips and tongue playing havoc with me, sliding through my wetness, circling my clit, my opening. Then his finger slides inside me, completely, as he sucks my clit. His finger curls, slightly, pressing into me. And I go over the edge, crying out, writhing and moaning as ecstasy bursts through me.

Holy shit. I’ve never had an orgasm like it.

I come down, trembling, and I want more. I want him to fuck me. I want him to take me in every way.

He’s kissing up my stomach, his hand sliding through my wetness, stroking me. I roll onto my back and he lowers himself onto me, carefully, his weight delicious. “Bryce,” I murmur, as he kisses me and I taste myself, my passion, turning me on even more. “I want you to, I want?—”

“Not like this, Claire.” He kisses down my neck, his hand sliding inside the neckline of my dress, playing with my nipples. “I want it to be special for you.”

“What about what I want?” I pant, writhing against him, trying to get my hips into position.