Page 36 of Miss Behaved
I want to answer her, but words lodge in my throat as she plants one hand on my heart. The thumping mass of nerves inside me is deafening, and I swear it pumps harder in an attempt to reach through my ribs and grab her.
“This is crazy,” she says, shaking her head, but I tip her face back up to mine. “I just…I don’t know. I want—”
“What do you want?” I ask her. Hoping—fuck, maybe even praying to whatever will listen—that I’m her answer.
“I—” She moves her hands slowly down my chest and over my stomach, letting her fingers trace over ripples of muscle, and every inch booms with electrical currents as she moves downward. Her fingertips explore me, and I wonder if she carries the same curiosity around that I do. To feel this person who you know so well but is almost entirely different. To see if we still fit like we did in that bed ten years ago. To find out if skin ever really forgets a touch, or if they’ll always feel like home.
Her hands stop at my waist, and my cock begs against my zipper for her to go lower. She’s so close I can feel the heat radiating off her body, and in this summer desert, I’m on fire.
She pauses, and we both stand in the flames.
Looking into Monica’s eyes, I see a lot of things. The girl I met on my first day of kindergarten. The cheerleader who broke her ankle halfway through the season. The woman who makes me wonder if I’ve ever really looked at another since her. But deeper than that, I see myself. Swirled with hesitation, and heartbreak, and too many fuckups to just say I’m sorry and erase.
Her eyes dart around me, and I look to see no one is paying attention. Agnes is being clipped in now, and the rest of the ladies are cheering her on.
“What’s it gonna be?” I say when Monica’s eyes are back on mine.
The smile on her lips ticks up in one corner, and before I can catch my bearings, her hands wrap around the back of my neck, and she pulls me to her mouth.
What the!My brain doesn’t have time to catch up before her lips are on me. They might as well be a bucket of ice water to my system, shocking my insides to life with her kiss.
Monica’s body melts against mine as our lips connect. My hands run along the curve of her back and pull her closer. I think about shifting my raging erection away from her, but when her body grinds against it, I lose all focus. I run my tongue along the seam of her lips, and she parts for me, taking me in.
Her back arches into the kiss, pressing her tits to my chest, and I want so bad to be anywhere else but where we are and with nothing between us. She tastes like lemons, or maybe that’s her scent and I’m just imagining it. But she tastes like everything my tongue’s been craving, and her body feels like the home I belong in.
She drags her teeth along my bottom lip and bites down.
I want more of that.
Of her.
To know how she moves, and if it’s different than I remember. To know what she likes and what makes her moan.
My fingers dig into the soft spots above her hips, and she groans as she presses into me. I want to take and devour. But her mouth breaks away, and the Arizona heat reclaims the space between us.
“That was…” She pauses for a moment with wildfire in her eyes. “Fun.”
“Fun?” She’s got to be kidding me. Of all the women in the world who could drag me into their beds forfun, I don’t want one of them to be her.
Monica is more.
She’s everything.
“I know that was unexpected, but can we please just go with it?” Her expression stiffens. “We can’t be doing this.” Monica waves her hands between us. “But maybe now that we got it out of our systems, we can focus.”
Out of our systems? I’m pretty sure that had the exact opposite effect.
“Of course,” I say instead. “All in good fun.”
Monica leans in for another peck, and I can’t help but worry it’s the punctuation at the end of our sentence as she unfolds from my arms. She adjusts her shirt and smooths it over with her palms. “I’m ready now.”
“Ready for?” I hitch an eyebrow.
My bed.
My cock.
My heart.
