Page 59 of Wild Card

We stayed like that for a few minutes until she wiggled her ass against me, and fuck if she didn’t do it on purpose, like she was challenging me right back.

I moved my hand up, covering her right breast and pinching the nipple between my forefinger and thumb. I heard a little gasp leave her while her ass continued moving against me in an obvious assault. She knew what she was doing just as much as I did.

My other hand came up and around her hip, and I dipped my finger under the waistband of her cotton underwear. They felt stretchy and comfortable, and for whatever reason there was something about the fact that she wore sensible clothing to sleep in that settled inside me. Like we weren’t trying to impress each other or be people we weren’t…it was just us. I wanted moments like this with her, moments where I saw her wash her face and brush her teeth, moments where I read a book while she dressed in her pajamas and crawled into bed with me. Something real…lasting.

Her huff of breath pulled me from my thoughts as she pushed against my erection, and my fingers trailed lower, over her smooth entrance.

“Decker.”

I didn’t respond, just pushed two fingers into her and began to slowly rub them in a circle.

“This pussy…Jesus. You don’t even know, do you?” I kissed her shoulder, whispering in her ear, right next to her tattoo, the one I knew wasn’t just a coincidence. This girl I was falling for had a fucking way out of the storm inked into her skin.She is meant for me.

“I can’t do this.” Her labored breaths pushed her tits against the soft fabric of her shirt, making me withhold a groan.

“This?” I moved my fingers in and out of her wetness with forceful strokes, letting her know how much I wanted this.

She rocked her hips in rhythm with my touch. “No…we can’t do this,” she said breathlessly while continuing to rock into my touch.

I couldn’t help myself. I pulled my fingers from her core, bringing them to my lips, which were right next to her ear, and sucked the taste of her into my mouth.

“You taste delicious, Mallory. Fucking delightful.”

“Decker, we can’t…” She pulled away from me, and this time I let her go. I wasn’t about to force her into something she didn’t want, but the way she’d writhed against me told me something different. Sitting up, she tried to climb over me, but since her bed was shoved against the wall, there was no escape. I grabbed her right as her left knee straddled my hip.

“Decker,” she warned, stabilizing herself with her hands on my chest.

She was extended over me, her soft pink cotton panties resting right against my boxer briefs. Thank fuck I’d had the foresight to shed my jeans sometime during the night.

“Taylor could walk in on us any second, then this whole plan of yours goes to shit.”

I smiled, not caring at all about her concerns, because sometime in the middle of the night when I was staring at the way her hair brushed against her forehead, it had hit me in the chest, nearly as painful and terrifying as that baseball had the year before. I wouldn’t risk losing her. I couldn’t. I would fix this, all of it, but first…

I began moving my thumb over the moist spot in her underwear, right over her entrance, thinking back to the fantasy I’d had of her in that bookstore.

“You’re wet for me, Mallory Shaw. I plan to tend to that this morning, and I don’t care who the fuck comes in and sees.”

Her eyes blazed with lust, with need, and probably with hate. I knew she was confused, angry at me, and hurt. I was going to explain it all, everything…but I needed this.

“Close your eyes.”

She bit her bottom lip, dragging it between her teeth as indecision warred along the planes of her beautiful face.

“Just trust me…please.” I rocked my hips into hers while rubbing my thumb up and down her slit.

She let out a soft moan while her hips rolled forward, and then those gorgeous green eyes closed. Dark lashes splayed against her freckled, tan skin. The way she looked on top of me in a black tank, her legs on display, her hair mussed from sleep…my chest felt like it was opening up, making room for this foreign feeling to invade, fill up, consume. She made somewhere deep inside burn in a way that took away my breath.

“I need to see you. Take your tank top off,” I commanded, voice a little raspy. I cleared my throat and pushed the material up from her stomach.

Her fingers brushed against mine as she pulled the rest of the material free, allowing the fullness of her breasts to show.

I groaned, watching her palm the left one, rolling the nub between her fingers.

I drew the material of her panties to the side, tempted just to rip the things right off her hips. Her core rested against my erection, still clothed by my boxer briefs. With her eyes closed, she had no idea that I was staring at her with something akin to worship. Her breasts were full, her stomach trim, flaring into perfectly round hips and thick thighs…she was the most perfect thing I’d ever seen, all woman, and I wanted her. Today, tomorrow, the next day…there was no end to how many times I wanted this view.

I slowly pulled my aching cock out, a small pebble of clear liquid already weeping from the tip as I gripped the root and allowed the heat of her body to pulse against it. I wasn’t ashamed in the slightest that I was going to remember this moment and jerk off to it until I was old and in need of Viagra. With her eyes still closed, I made sure to watch her for permission as I said, “I haven’t been with anyone in over a year…I’m clean.”

Her lashes fluttered against her cheeks, but she didn’t open her eyes, just nodded her agreement, meaning she was too. Otherwise she would have put a stop to this a long time ago.

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