Page 77 of Wish Lists and Road Trips

By the time Brit and I got back to our room, we were all over each other. It started on the walk back—her giving me bedroom eyes, and me completely unable to control the way my hands traveled over her body, despite being on a public sidewalk.

I’d barely closed the door when she unbuckled my belt. “Off,” she said.

Jesus. That little command. I stepped out of my jeans, then tore my shirt over my head. Brit did the same, pulling down her shorts, then slowly rolling off the tights. She stood in front of me in her bra and panties, watching me take her in. Her breath was short, making her chest heave while we stared at each other. “You’re worked up,” I whispered.

“I just want you.” She wrapped her fingers around me over my boxers and my hips bucked against her grip. I groaned a long “Fuuuuck,” fighting to keep myself from jumping her. I sure as hell wasn’t complaining about her enthusiasm, but she seemed desperate all of a sudden. Something nagged at me from behind it that made me uneasy. Something left over from our conversation at the bar.

“I want you too,” I said, using every ounce of self-control I had to pull her hand away. I backed her up against the door and pressed a soft kiss to her neck. “Easy. Let’s slow down.”

Her body went loose, her shoulders sagging. Something was off. She was so vulnerable all of a sudden. “Hey.” I grinned, whispering against her mouth. “I just want to take my time with you. Do it right.”

“Do what right, Nick?”

If I started naming all of the things I wanted to do to her, we’d be here all night. But screw it; all night was exactly what we had. “I thought we could start where we left off,” I said, moving a hand to her breast. “You on the tip of my tongue.”

I felt her stiffen in my arms and I pulled back. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing’s wrong.” She touched me again, working me with her palm until I’d swelled to fill her fist. “Do you like this?” she asked, her voice small.

This wasn’t flirting––she was actually worried. I know I’d only been inside of her a handful of times and all of them had happened in the span of twenty-four hours, but I was fairly certain something had changed from this morning when she’d murdered me with a sexy smile while she took me in her mouth. “Brit, sweetheart, why are you so nervous right now?”

“I’m not.” She cast her eyes to the corner of the room. “It’s just that, I don’t know what you like yet. We don’t reallyknoweach other.”

I leaned back, giving her an incredulous look that I hoped would put her at ease. “I knowyou.”

Her lips twisted and I brought my hands to a more innocent place on her hips. “I know you’re happy and sweet.” I kissed her forehead, then her cheek. “And it’s half because you eat a lot of candy and listen to pop music.” She rolled her eyes, but there was a hint of laughter in it. I kissed her nose. “But the other half is just you. Beautiful Brit.” I dragged a finger between her breasts. “Do you want to do this with me?”

“I don’t really know what we’re doing,” she whispered.

That took me by surprise. But I guess it shouldn’t have. This—me and her together—it hadn’t even been a conscious thought. It was just like someone had snapped their fingers and we justwere. But I hadn’t exactly stopped touching her long enough to tell her that.

She looked up at me, cheeks flushed, eyes huge, and I was reminded just how young she was. How, as far as I could tell, the only other time she’d been involved with someone had been painful and full of little cuts to her confidence.

I kissed her again, slow and sweet, telling her with my mouth how I felt about her. How it hadn’t ever been like this for me. “I hope we’re doing everything, Brit. I want this. You and me.”

I couldn’t remember ever wanting anything like I wanted her.

She laid her head on my chest, her arms wrapping my waist. “I want that too.”

I ran my thumb over the bow of her lip, something heavy pressing against my ribs. She was so warm and soft andpretty. And I was so hard it hurt.

She stood on her toes and pressed a kiss to my jaw. “Don’t stop.”

I studied her face for any signs I should stop, but her lips were parted, pupils huge. I felt that base need flare. I needed to be inside her again, show her how she was already mine.

I turned her around against the door, tracing her shoulders with my palms. With her standing like that, feet apart, chest and cheek pressed against the door, I took a long, lingering look at her body. I ran my fingers down her spine, then cupped her ass, squeezing. She pulled in a sharp breath as I nudged her feet farther apart and pressed myself between her cheeks. She had on a light blue thong that I definitely hadn’t seen her buy. If I had, I would have been thinking about it every second of this trip.

“I like this,” I said, pulling it to the side, then letting it go with a little snap.

Her head fell forward on a pant. “I bought it for you. On the off chance you’d see it.”

That confession made my blood pump harder. “Do you think it was an off chance?” I asked. “I’m starting to think it was always going to end up like this.” I wrapped an arm around her belly, pulling her ass against me. “Feel that? You’ve been doing this to me for days.”

She reached back and took my hand, bringing it to the wetness between her legs. “Me too.”

Fuck, I had to have her right there.

I spun her around and wrapped a hand around her thigh, trying to hike it up around my waist. She pushed all the way on her tiptoes, but she was too short. She whined and we shared an exasperated laugh, her giggling into my neck. “Maybe we should go to the bed.”

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