Till Summer Do Us Part(129)

I take it, and he helps me out of the car and then guides us into the apartment building.

When we reach my door, he nods toward it. “You going to invite me in?”

“Are you going to turn me down?”

“What do you think?” he asks, his voice seductive.

“Can’t be sure.”

He chuckles and cups my cheek. “Let me in, Pips.”

A thrill of excitement shoots through my spine as I unlock the door and let us both in.

Keeping my hand in his, he pulls me toward the bedroom after shutting and locking the door. Recently, due to heat exhaustion, I put in an AC window unit in my bedroom. I found one that would fit the window, and right about now, I’m very grateful for it.

He takes a seat on my bed and then places his hands behind him and looks up at me. “Strip, Pips.”

“Wh-what?” I ask. He’s just going to jump into it like that? After not being intimate for weeks?

“You heard me: strip.”

“Right now?” I ask.

“You think you can wear that fucking skirt and act like I’m not going to ask you to strip?” He shakes his head. “Nope. Time to strip.”

Nervously, I shift as I tug on my bottom lip. It’s been a few weeks since I’ve been naked in front of him, and all of a sudden, I’m feeling shy.

“Do you need help?” he asks.

“Just…nervous.”

His expression stays neutral, but he beckons me with his finger. I move in between his legs, and he sits taller, placing his hands on my hips.

“Why are you nervous in front of me?”

I shrug. “I don’t know. I kind of like you and don’t want to look stupid.”

“You kind of like me?” he asks with a cute raise to his brow. “Because I’m going to tell you right now, Pips, I really like you.”

I chuckle. “That’s what I meant. I really like you.”

“Uh-huh, and what does that have to do with stripping in front of me? Because last I remember, we fucked in a lake.”

I feel my cheeks heat up. “That was different. We’re sort of like a couple now.”

“Sort of?” He shakes his head. “No, babe. We are a couple.”

“Exactly, and what if, I don’t know, you’re like, ‘Whoops, not like I remembered’?”

The corner of his lips tilts up as he shakes his head. “Trust me, not going to happen.” He drags his palms up and over my ass. “Every night, I think about you, Scottie. Every morning, when I’m hard as a fucking rock, I think about you. I think about you in the shower. I think about you fucking midday. My mind is always on you, and it’s been fucking torture not being intimate with you.”

“It’s been torture for me too,” I say as his hands slip under the waistline of my underwear and he slowly pulls them down. I step out of them and slide them to the side.

“Then why nervous?”

“Because it feels like the first time again.”

He shakes his head. “It’s not.” Then he untucks my shirt and tugs on it, so I pull it up and over my head. His eyes feast on my chest while his hands tug on my ass and force me to take a seat on his lap.

He unzips the back of my skirt and lets it fall open while he brings his hands up my sides and to the clasp of my bra, which he undoes. The straps go loose, but he doesn’t take it off right away.

Instead, he trails his fingers over the cups, slightly past the swell of my breasts, and then up my neck to the back of my head, where he brings my mouth down to his. I sink into his touch, and all the nerves, all the worry, melt away as his lip ring caresses my lips and his tongue swipes across mine.

“Fuck,” he whispers as his large palm splays against my back. “I’ve missed this.”

“Why did you wait so long?”

“Because you needed to be loved in a different way.”

My heart thumps madly.

My yearning for this man is growing wild.

And everything I was feeling a few seconds ago drifts away as I shed my bra and capture his mouth in mine.

He moans against my lips but then gets lost with me as I push him back on the bed. His hands move under my skirt and grip my ass as I cup his face to make out with him.

My tongue dances with his.

My fingers thread through his hair.

And my pelvis starts rocking over his hardening length.

He moves me to my back and hovers over me, letting his hand glide up my stomach to my breast, where he gently squeezes it. Then he lowers his head and takes my nipple into his mouth.

He licks.

He sucks.

He nibbles.

He’s sending bolts of pleasure through my body with every move he makes with his mouth.

“Yes,” I whisper as I shift underneath him, looking for more.

But he doesn’t get the hint. Instead he moves to my other breast, giving it the same treatment, so I bring my hands to his jeans and undo them, then push them down with my feet, freeing him. I find his length in my palm, and I grip him tightly, lightly pumping.

“Fuck,” he gasps as his back arches, and he stares down at what I’m doing. When his eyes find mine again, they become feral.

He moves off me, sheds the rest of his clothes, and then grabs his bag.

Confused, I lean up on my elbows and watch him pull out an iPad. “Sit back,” he says, his cock straining between his legs.