Page 78 of Searching for Bristol
She met him halfway eagerly, grabbing his shirt with both hands.
Their tongues dueled and their heads instinctively tilted as they devoured each other. When he couldn’t stand it any longer, Rocky let go of her head and wrapped his arms around her. Without taking his lips from hers, he picked her up. Her thighs clung to him as he walked out of the kitchen, toward the bedroom.
He couldn’t stop. He was addicted to her scent. Her taste. And he wanted all of her. Needed her. Right now.
Putting one knee on his bed, he lay her out on his comforter, not taking his lips from hers. He felt her hands pulling at his shirt. He lifted his head long enough to whip the material up and off before falling on her again. Luckily, she’d taken the opportunity to remove her own shirt when he’d been busy for those three seconds, so when they came back together, they were skin to skin.
The feeling of her hard nipples against his chest made a shudder go through Rocky. This was going too fast, but he couldn’t stop. It was as if they were moving toward a head-on collision but neither could slow down. Neither wanted to.
He moved to the side so he didn’t crush her and brought a hand up to her breast. He lightly pinched her nipple as he nibbled on her lower lip.
Bristol gasped and arched her back, pushing herself harder into his hand.
“You like that.” It wasn’t a question.
But she answered anyway. “Yessssss. More, Rocky. I need more.”
“I’m gonna give you everything you want and need, Punky.”
Rocky kissed her again. Hard. She gave as good as she got. Squirming under him, her hands were busy caressing every inch of his bare chest. She even petted his beard as he kissed her. When her hands went to the waistband of his sweats, he lifted his head. He needed to slow down, but he wasn’t sure he could. He wanted to make this good for her, and at the speed they were going, he wasn’t sure it would be.
“As much as I love you in these…they have to go,” she muttered.
Rocky grinned. “So the rumor about ladies liking men in sweats is true?”
“No clue. I just know I like seeingyou.”
“Why?”
She blinked up at him in surprise. “Why?” she echoed.
“Yeah. I don’t get it. They’re just sweats.”
“Because they highlight the size of your dick. They’re covering you, but teasing at the same time. Makes me want to strip them off and see if what you’re packing lives up to the hype.”
Rocky almost choked, laughing at her words. “Seriously?”
“Yup.”
“I’m never wearing these out of the house again,” he vowed.
“Probably smart. Because I’d kill any woman who looked at you in them,” she said, sounding completely serious.
Rocky grinned. “I guess I know what to wear when I want to turn you on.”
“Yup. Less words, more action,” she complained.
“For the record…it doesn’t matter what you wear…I’m always turned on when I look at you,” he told her.
He saw the compliment sink in before a happy smile formed on her face.
“How about this…you take your sweats off, and I’ll take my leggings off at the same time?”
“Deal,” Rocky said. He turned over onto his hip and shoved at the elastic around his waist. By the time he rolled back over, Bristol was as naked as he was.
Inhaling sharply, he paused to run his gaze over every inch of her body. She was petite, he’d known that, but seeing her nude was…everything. She had small tits with large nipples that were currently begging to be sucked. He could see her hip bones, but she still had a small belly pooch. Her thighs were full and the hair between her legs trimmed.
All of a sudden, he wasn’t sure what to do. Where to start.
