Page 92 of Rookie Attraction

Sel takes my mouth in a rough, possessive kiss, and every part of my body fires up. I didn’t think I’d get the chance to touch him again and I’m greedy as hell. I don’t hold back, rocking my hips, sliding my tongue deep into his mouth, claiming him the way he’s claiming me. He groans, I moan, and fucking hell, we sound hot together.

We could’ve been doing this for weeks.

We tumble down the hallway, eager hands and wild, devouring kisses. It feels like I haven’t touched him in two years, never mind fourteen days.

“Do you always answer the door without a shirt on?” he whispers against my lips.

I can’t help but smile.

“I will now.”

“But only for me?”

“Maybe.”

“Finn—”

God, I love to tease him. I chuckle and kiss him again, harder this time.

“Yes.”

I was never great at flirting, even with my ex, but something about this man brings it out in me. Sel’s hands cup my ass as he pulls me in tight, our hips grinding, the friction unreal. My dick is so damn hard that each brush of contact has me whimpering. I can only imagine how hot it will be when we finally get naked. The thought has my balls drawing up tight. Shit. I’ve got no fucking willpower.

“Need to touch you,” he confesses. “All of you.”

“Yes, please. Now.”

Sel trails his hands down my bare chest, slowly rubbing his fingertips over my collarbone, my pecs, and finally, tweaking my sensitive nipples. It’s too much, but not enough, and I don’t recognize the filthy sounds coming out of my mouth. His movements are slow, sensual, and not at all what I expected. When his fingers move lower, tracing the skin of my abs, I begin to tremble. He only stops when he reaches my belly button.

Uh-oh.

I have an outie, which isn’t common, and I’ve always felt self-conscious about it. Sel lingers there, caressing me, and a hot blush stains my cheeks.

“This,” he moans as he stares at my abs, tracing my bump of a belly button softly with his thumb. “Is the cutest damn thing I’ve ever seen.”

The heat in my face spreads down my neck and chest. I bite my lower lip to keep from smiling and shake my head.

“You’re ridiculous,” I mumble.

“It’s true.”

Then he’s lowering himself to his knees, kissing my abs, including my outie. Fuck, why is that the sexiest thing that’s ever happened to me? I’m so turned on I’m rock hard and about to combust.

“Sexy,” Sel confesses. “Irresistible.”

“You can’t be serious.”

He doesn’t stop, teasing me with a swirl of his rough tongue. Jesus, he’s not bullshitting.

“Never knew I’d have a belly button fetish,” he whispers, his breath teasing my skin. “And yes, everything about you is hot as fuck, Finn.”

My grin finally lets loose. I’ve never thought of myself as hot or sexy, any of those things, but the way Sel’s touching me, I’m starting to believe it. He looks up and I shudder at the heat reflected in his eyes.

“Your gorgeous eyes, your irresistible dimples, and of course, those freckles that kiss your lips,” he continues as he stands up, his mouth so close to mine. “Fucking beautiful.”

I must be a slut for praise because his words make me jolt and shiver. I’ve never felt more aware of my body as I do in this moment.

Without hesitation, I reach for his hand and lead him down the hallway to my bedroom. It’s sparse: a king-sized bed with a blue plaid comforter, a nightstand, and a club chair littered with my clothes. The only light is the soft glow from a lamp in the corner of the room.