Inching forward, I tilt my hips down, my clit throbbing as I apply more pressure against his elbow. Heat flares in his gray eyes, like lightning splashing across a stormy sky, and his Adam’s apple bobs violently.
“I think,” I croak, my voice sounding like it’s been shredded by a cheese grater. “That I’m not ready for this adventure to be over, just yet.”
His mouth opens—to say what, I’ll never know, because in the next second I’m shoving my fingers into his hair and yanking his lips to mine.
10
Fuck, her lips are soft.
That’s the first and only coherent thought occurring in my mind as our mouths connect, crashing together in a flurry of passion. The tension we’ve been holding on to all night dissolves into the singular action, evaporating into the air as we get tangled up in each other.
Her fingers clutch tight to my roots, holding my face in place like she’s afraid I’ll move away if she lets go. Matching her movements, I rip off the latex gloves and place my palms on either side of her head, angling her mouth so I can delve deeper.
One swipe of her tongue against mine, tentative as it explores, and my knees are fucking buckling. I drop one hand, bracing myself against the table, and press harder against her, mapping out the inside of her mouth like an explorer who’s just discovered a new island.
My dick throbs behind the zipper of my jeans, stiffening as she tries to bring her sweet little cunt closer.
It was all I could do to keep my composure while I finished her tattoo. Concentration was nearly lost the second I bent down, inhaling the soft scent of her arousal.
Part of me wondered if any of it came from her obvious fear.
Still, I wasn’t going to act on anything—didn’t need the extra set of complications.
I’d gotten started almost immediately, falling back into the motions even though it’d been a long time since I sat behind the gun. Then she’d pushed her hips forward and clamped her thighs around my arm, inadvertently rubbing her soaked crotch against my elbow, and I’d almost blown my load right then.
Given her apparent shy, reserved nature, I really wasn’t anticipating the night to take this turn.
I’d hoped, of course. I’ve been wanting to taste her since the second I laid eyes on her.
And now that we’re here, I don’t intend on wasting the opportunity.
“Fuck.” Breaking away, I slide my hand around to her jaw, holding her head back to stare into those clear blue eyes. They’re glassy, round with lust, and laced with vulnerability.
“Oh, my god,” she breathes, her breath cool as it brushes my lips. Her fingers touch the corner of her mouth, and she drops her gaze to the chain around my neck. “I’m so sorry, Aiden, I don’t know what I was thinking.”
My eyebrows jump, nearly grazing my hairline. “Well, that’s a first.”
“What?”
“Never had someone apologize for kissing me. I can’t decide if that’s worse than you saying you’ve outgrown me, or not.”
Her cheeks take on a rosy hue, and she lets her hand fall to her lap.
Her mostly naked lap.
Arousal rushes down my spine like a waterfall, and I slowly inch the hand resting on the table toward her leg. My fingernail scrapes over her knee, and my palm smooths over it, stopping mid-thigh and giving a tight squeeze.
She jolts forward, bringing her cunt to the edge of the table. The lace material of her underwear strains against her, caught between the two of us. It’d take almost no effort for me to slip a finger beneath the band and rip, baring her to my eyes.
My fingers. My tongue.
“I-I don’t…” She licks her lips, her hand encircling my wrist. Barring entry.
“Don’t what?” I bend down, dragging my nose across the crown of her head, trying to find where her peppermint perfume begins. “Don’t want me to kiss you?”
“I don’t know why you’d want to.”
The admission feels like a brass-knuckled punch to the gut, knocking the wind out of me. My free hand moves up, cupping the back of her neck so she’s forced to look up at me. Glacial eyes blink back, rife with unspoken emotion and secrets.
They’re captivating, like a whirlpool that sucks you into its current, and I feel like a man who never learned how to swim.
“Fishing for compliments?” I ask, arching an eyebrow.
Her mouth flattens, the blush from before darkening. “No, just making an observation.”
My fingers flex around her, my thumb finding her pulse point. It stutters beneath me, as if struggling to keep a steady beat.
“Do you think I’d be here if I didn’t want to be?” Pressing my hips against her, I move so she’s bowing back over the table and slide my hand into her hair, threading lightly in her roots. The tips of our noses brush as I ghost my mouth over hers, teasing but not kissing.
Desire builds in my chest, like water held back by a dam.
“That whole ballroom was stuffed full of beautiful, elegant women tonight. Women who I probably wouldn’t have had to pay for.”
My other hand pushes back against her, moving higher up her thigh, until I’m close to the spot I’ve just tattooed. She opens to me and our breaths mingle, passing interchangeably between parted lips.
“But all I saw was you.”
A soft gasp escapes when my fingers drift around the tattoo, soothing the heated flesh, and I swallow it, sealing our mouths together.
Her answering moan damn near unravels me, and I’m practically climbing on top of her in my search for more.
More friction.
More sweetness.
More of her.
Wiggling her hips, she kicks out of the NYU sweatpants and wraps her legs tentatively around my waist. I feel her hands slip up my back, roving over the raised lines of each of my tattoos. My hands fall to her hoodie, hooking beneath the hem.
I draw her bottom lip into my mouth, sucking sharply as I begin lifting the hoodie up.
She jumps, yanking back for a moment, holding my hands in place. Anxiety colors her features, and I frown.
“I need to see all of you,” I say, but she just shakes her head.
“Shirt stays on. Please.”
My jaw clenches, irritation slinking through my nerves. “You realize I saw you topless earlier?”
“An innocent accident,” she says, shrugging one shoulder.
It’s like she thinks that remaining clothed will protect her from me.
“Fine.”
Releasing the hoodie, my fingers dip lower, traveling lightly over her pubic bone. Her face seems to tighten and soften at the same time, as if she likes what I’m doing, but it pains her to admit.
“Then I want more.”
Teeth sinking into her bottom lip, she hesitates. “I guess we can keep kissing—”
Snorting, I pull back and smooth a palm down the front of my jeans, cutting her off mid-sentence; her eyes widen as they track the movement, taking in the sight of my erection straining against the fabric.
“I don’t have a condom,” I say, cursing myself internally for not thinking to grab one from the penthouse. Though, to be fair, I really hadn’t planned on needing one. “But I would always regret it if I left tonight without getting to taste you.”
She blinks several times, her blush darkening and crawling down her neck.