Page 112 of Hometown Halftime

And fuck, she’s soaked through the lace already. My mouth goes dry thinking about pushing the fabric to the side and sinking two fingers into her.

Her lips twitch. “Yeah?”

“You cannot say things like that so casually.” I look down between us, cupping her fully with my hand.

“I can’t help it, Riley. Don’t you want to touch me?”

Of course I want to touch her. I’m not hesitating because I haven’t done this part before. I’ve had make-out sessions, I’ve had blowjobs and given as much as I’ve received. But with her, it’s different. Because I don’t want to be a fumbling idiot and I know if we start this tonight, I don’t think either of us is stopping. And I’m worried that I can’t depend on my dick to be a team player once we finally cross that line, so I need to make sure she gets off before we get there.

“You have no fucking idea how badly I want to touch you,” I admit to her.

Kinsey moves until she climbs onto my lap. And now she’s straddling me, wearing a T-shirt that keeps giving me brief flashes of the lace I just had against my palm while looking at me with those crystal-clear blue eyes like she isn’t dismantling my self-control brick by brick. Because when she lowers her hips, her center lines up with the ridge of my cock, and I need to take a deep breath.

Her eyes flutter as she says, “Then do it. I want your hands on me.”

I sweep her hair behind her shoulder and lean forward, kissing the column of her throat. I work my way from her shoulder to her jaw, licking and sucking the soft skin. She leans down to kiss me again, her hands tangling in my hair, her nails dragging against my scalp. My hands grip her thighs while she rocks in my lap, and my cock becomes impossibly hard. Her breathing turns sharper as a small moan escapes her lips. It races through my veins, fueling the fire in my skin.

I slide my hands under her shirt, over the soft skin of her waist, until I cup the curve of her breasts. I haven’t even seen them yet, and I know they’re going to be absolute perfection. My lips leave her skin to watch the features of her face change. As I sweep the pad of my thumb across one hardened nipple, her pupils dilate and her lips part.

“Yes, Riley,” she says breathlessly.

“Does that feel good?”

She nods, and as I take the bud between my fingers and pinch, her hands venture under my T-shirt. She kisses me again, and I let the lust take over. There are fewer nerves and more exploration. My tongue sweeps over hers as we both begin to lose control—hips rocking, moans coming faster.

Kinsey pulls back to study my face again, amusement flickering in her eyes now. My hands leave the warmth of her breasts to cup her jaw, my thumbs sweeping slowly across her cheeks while I hold her there, just looking at her. She’s so fucking pretty with her hazy blues and her clean skin from the shower.

I nip at her jaw as I move my hands lower and the second my palms settle against her ass, something inside me snaps tight with need. Kinsey makes the softest sound against my mouth, and I need more room, more access to her skin.

“Kinsey,” I say, voice rough, “can I take you to my bed?”

“Yes,” she says as she nods.

I slide my hands beneath her thighs and stand, lifting her with me. Kinsey wraps herself around my waist, and shit, my knees almost give out when her mouth finds my neck. She kisses along my jaw while I carry her toward the stairs, soft breaths warming my skin between every touch of her lips, and I swear I’ve never wanted anyone this bad in my life.

Once I get us up the stairs, my pulse is pounding hard enough I can hear it.

I walk past her room and head straight for mine. The door’s cracked open, so I push inside, and the second we cross the threshold, the anticipation rushes over me.

I lower her carefully onto the mattress, hands lingering on her hips before I force myself to step back to turn on the lamp beside my bed.

And fuck. The sight that greets me when I turn around nearly levels me.

Kinsey sits in the middle of my bed with her hair loose and wavy. Her T-shirt is sliding higher against her thighs. Her cheeks are flushed pink, blue eyes hooded.

She looks so damn beautiful sitting there that I can barely breathe.

Her eyes meet mine, and I reach behind my neck, grabbing my T-shirt and pull it off. Her eyes rake down my chest, pausing at the waistband of my joggers. Then they dart back up to mine as one eyebrow raises like I presented her with a challenge.

She grabs the hem of her T-shirt, and I watch her reveal the curve of her hips that leads to her waist, exposing the skin of her stomach. As her arms raise, her breasts come into view, full with perfectly peaked nipples, and holy fuck. My hands fist at my sides with the need to touch her. Then she pulls off the shirt, tossing it onto the floor. Slowly, with her eyes still on mine, she rises to her knees on the edge of the bed in only a black lace thong.

“Holy shit, look at you, Kinsey.” I shake my head, swallowing hard. “Your body is incredible.”

Her cheeks flush with my words, so I step forward to meet her where she’s on her knees on the mattress. With one hand in her hair and the other on her neck, I kiss her hard. Her hands roam over my chest, fingertips tracing my abs, leaving my skin overheated and wanting more. When her fingers begin to wander under the waistband of my joggers, every muscle in my body tenses. She teases lower, lips still on mine, until I can’t stand it.

“Touch it, Kinsey. Please just fucking touch it.”

My desperate words give her the permission she must have been waiting for because now she’s kissing me back with an urgency that wasn’t there before. Her tongue against mine, head tilted, and making soft sounds that I swallow.