Page 59 of Falling for You

Whose tongue is going to take over the situation.

Right now, we’re on equal ground.

I can taste the sugar still on his lips and lift my hands, fingers splaying over his rough cheek from the stubble he’s sporting. Raising up slightly, I reposition myself and give my hips a little circle and push forward.

We both moan, continuing to kiss. Pant. Want. Need.

Then he gets me back.

Pushing up against me, he repeats his actions a few times while holding me down with his hands still firmly gripping my butt.

Holy crap.

Another moan escapes me when I feel his hardness grow against the thin layer of my pants.

I want us naked.

I need us naked.

Him inside me.

“We have to slow down,” he mumbles, still attacking my mouth and encouraging the dry-hump fest we have going on. “Can’t…”

“Yes.”

He leans his head back when I push on his shoulders, go to town on his neck, inhaling that scent that’s been driving me wild for the past few days. “Huh?” he asks, and I’m certain he has no idea what he was protesting. The thoughts I had earlier? About waiting for sex? Gone. Vanished. Stupid thoughts anyhow, right? Who needs to wait. Certainly not us. We’ve got this.

“Chloe,” he says my name with about as much conviction as a little kid would say no to a bag of Skittles being offered to them before dinner.

“Yes?”

“Fuck, Chloe. I don’t want to stop but hang on a second, okay?”

This time he releases his grip on my ass and when he leans back, I let him. I want to keep attacking him. Change both our minds. But he’s being logical. Annoyingly, so.

“Why?” I know my voice is whiney and don’t care.

“You know why. I want this. Youfeelhow much I want this. But I want this,” he points between us, “even more.”

Well, damn.

That… was really sweet. So sweet, in fact, that tears spring to my eyes.

“Also. I don’t want to be a distraction from what today is.”

He just dumped a bucket of ice cold water straight on top of my head. If that’s not an awakening, I don’t know what is.

“Distraction?”

“I know you’re not using me for that,” he’s quick to add.

“You do? Because I’m not. I promise you. I’m just really horny.”

The words flew out of my mouth before I could wrangle them back in. And he heard them and isn’t even trying not to laugh. He’s just simply doing it. Hard.

Before long, we’re both laughing, I’m sliding off his lap sideways onto the couch, my legs still draped awkwardly over his thighs.

“Holy shit you’re funny,” he says through wheezing. He has to remove his glasses so he can wipe away tears from his eyes with the heel of his hand.

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