Page 12 of Lucky Break
“Tess.” My voice is gruff. “Look at me.”
Her gaze lifts.
“Is this too much too fast? Or you changed your mind?”
“That’s not . . .” She shakes her head. “I want you. I want this to happen.”
Relief floods my chest. “I want you too.”
Her gaze darts to my lap. “I can tell.”
I grin. “Promise me you’ll tell me if you feel uncomfortable, or if you’re not enjoying this.”
“I will.”
I lean forward to kiss her again.
“Wait.” She presses a hand on my chest. “One thing.” She takes her purse, still in her lap, and rummages through it.
That fucking purse. I almost crack a joke, but when she produces a sleeve of condoms and flashes me a grin, my dick practically jumps with joy. That is, until I think about the other men who’ve benefited from Tess’s preparedness. The thought of anyone else touching her—fucking her—causes my temper to flare.
I take the sleeve of condoms from her. “I think we should use all of these.”
“All?” Her eyebrows shoot up. “But there are six.”
“I’m an overachiever.” More like, if we use all the condoms, then she has none for other guys. It’s a completely irrational and possessive thought, but it’s there all the same.
“Don’t make promises you can’t keep.” She grabs the front of my shirt and twists the fabric, tugging me to her. “Most guys who talk a big game, end up disappointing me in the bedroom.”
“I would never lie to you.” My hands roam underneath her t-shirt. I also refuse to leave this apartment until I’ve made her come. On my dick, my face, with one of her vibrators. Doesn’t matter. Her pleasure is my personal mission.
“Well, I’d like to walk tomorrow, so how about we take it one condom at a time?”
I chuckle. “Deal.” There’s a smile on our faces as we start making out again. The playfulness of our conversation is familiar, but this is all new. In so many ways, I know everything about Tess, but when it comes to physical intimacy, we’re perfect strangers.
There’s a thrill that comes with each touch. A tension that builds so tight, I feel as if I might burst. I try to move slowly, but Tess isn’t having it. Her hands are everywhere. I hate the fabric barrier between us. It’s too much. Her warmth is so inviting, and I need to feel her skin on my hands.
“We should get naked now,” I whisper against her mouth.
“Agreed.” She doesn’t waste another second, pushing me back and undoing the buttons on my shirt. Together we take off my button-down. Her gaze greedily roams my body. It feels good to be admired. My chest fills with extra confidence.
“My turn.” I reach for the hem of her shirt. She lifts her hands over her head so I can remove the cotton tee. Then, like an idiot, I just stare. I can’t help myself. I’m momentarily stunned by her perfect tits.Fuck.“You’re so beautiful.”
She opens her mouth, like maybe she wants to argue, or maybe she can’t find a witty comeback. Her gaze softens and her eyes cast downward. My breath catches with the utter beauty of this moment. My head and heart are light from the alcohol, but that’s not what steals my breath. Tess is a vision. There’s something about seeing her in the soft light while lyrics of love lost croon from the record player that splinters my heart. Almost as though everything that happened today was meant to be, and this—us hooking up after all this time of being just friends—is fate.
I tug her down the couch and shift my body over hers to reclaim her mouth. Bracing my weight with one arm so I won’t crush her, we kiss until we’re both breathless. My hand roams down her body, settling on her hip. Her legs spread, pulling my body closer, and I have to fight the urge to grind my erection against her. Instead, I focus on kissing my way down her body, starting with her neck, then taking a languid detour to suck each pert nipple. Her moans serve as the best encouragement.
“Callum.” Her fingers thread through my hair. “Please.”
“I’m right here, baby.” I kiss her mouth again and press my body against hers. She surprises me by rocking her hips forward. There’s no way she misses how hard I am. “Keep doing that.” I kiss her hard, punishing her lips, as her body rocks against my length. The rhythm between us builds, a push and pull that teases of what’s to come. God, I can’t wait to sink into her heat. To eat her out and taste her pleasure. She’s a siren and I’m seduced by her allure.
“I want you to ride my face.”
“Oh.” Her mouth forms a circle, her eyes going wide as her chest rises with a ragged breath. “Yes. Let’s do that.”
Tess lifts her hips and I help shimmy her sweatpants down her waist. I chuckle when I spot her choice in underwear. The Fruit of the Loom boxer briefs are both unexpected and yet totally her. “Wow.” I play with the waistband. “Tess. These are so sexy. I think I’m wearing the same ones.”
“Hey, no making fun.” She scowls, but I catch her hiding a smile. “I didn’t intend on anyone seeing me without pants tonight. Besides, they’re comfy.”
