Page 26 of Delay of Game

“Why what?” she asks, eyebrows scrunching together in confusion. She’s so fucking cute with her messy bun and light brown sweatshirt drowning her small figure. All I want is to pull her in my lap and run my hands all over body.

“Why couldn’t you help it?”

She blinks at me a few times, her confused furrow turning into a scowl. Even when she’s trying to look annoyed, she’s still as beautiful as always. Alice purses her lips and says, “Because, J.”

“Because what?” I ask, leaning in almost involuntarily, barely realizing that I’m still holding her wrists and that my touch turns pressing.Tell me, please.

“Because I never got over you,” she says tiredly, pulling her hands back. I miss their warmth and softness right away, but she surprises me in the best way by grabbing my face with both hands, her thumbs sweeping over my cheeks. Leaning in, she whispers, “I think about you all the damn time.”

My eyes close and I try to breathe, try to think, but I can’t. I’m too fucking weak when it comes to this girl, and no matter what comes of this, all I know is that I think about her all the damn time too.

When I look at her again, her lips are inches from my own and she’s staring at me like she can’t believe I’m real. There’s no denying it—I’m so fucking gone for her.

“Fuck the consequences,” I say right before capturing her lips with my own. I swallow down her surprised gasp and devour her mouth, chasing her sweetness.

Alice’s hold on my face shifts so that her thumbs dig into my jaw, angling me as she lifts up onto her knees. My arms clasp around her waist and I fist her sweatshirt, trying to find my control. It must have gone out the window earlier when she told me she never got over me. I was such a fucking fool, keeping my distance, when I could have had this—her—this whole time.

“Are you going to push me away again?” she asks breathlessly.

I shake my head, pulling her down to straddle me. Alice gasps at the contact, feeling my hard and throbbing cock through my sweatpants. Eyes wide, she assesses me, waiting for a verbal reply. “I don’t think I could say no to you a second time,” I rasp, running my hands from her back to her hips and thighs, kneading the soft flesh there.

“What do you want?” she whispers softly. It’s a stark contrast from the way she grinds herself on my cock and I hiss out a breath.

“I haven’t wrapped my head around what this means yet,” I say, cupping her cheek and brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. “All I know is ever since you called me cute at that wedding,” I say, nodding to the framed picture, “you’ve had my feelings all knotted up. But—” I bite my lip. “For now, all I want is you.” I expect her to pull back and demand more from me. The last thing I want is just a fling. Especially with her.

Except Alice gives me a smile so big it lights up her whole face, so I stop over-thinking everything and just give in. I grab the back of her neck and pull her in, letting our mouths do the rest. Her much smaller hands land on my chest and she lightly pulls at the fabric as I nibble on her bottom lip. Her hips move at a torturous pace as she grinds and circles them on top of me.

The fire crackles but I barely hear it over the little moans Alice makes as I kiss every inch of her mouth. My hands make their way under her sweatshirt, roaming up her back and finding—nothing. No bra. I pull back in surprise and the little minx above me grins down at me.

“Yes?”

“You—there’s—” I say, flustered.

“Is there a problem?” she says sweetly, shifting her weight above me and teasing the head of my cock with her mound. Fuck, I want these layers off.

“You’re such a bad girl, aren’t you?” I say, voice low and gravelly with lust. “You wore nothing but this sweatshirt all day just hoping I’d notice, didn’t you?”

Her eyes widen and she lets out a small whimper. My hands flex around the skin of her back and I drag my fingertips around her sides and under her breasts, brushing my knuckles against her perky tits.

“J,” she moans, and I close my eyes for a brief moment, trying to not blow my load in my pants like a fucking high schooler. I let my hands caress down her torso and bring them back to grip her plump ass with both hands, kneading each cheek as my mouth finds hers again.

She feels so soft and good against me that each kiss brings me closer to the edge. Using all my willpower, I push her away, just a little, so I can lean forward and wrap her legs around my waist.

“What are you doing?” she asks.

“Taking us somewhere more comfortable,” I say, standing up in one swift movement and holding on to her tightly. Her arms fly around my neck and she bites her lip, hiding a smile.

When I start walking to my bedroom she stops us. “Let’s go to the loft.”

“Why?”

Alice’s blue eyes are swallowed up by her black pupils and I kiss her again, swiftly. Because I can’t help myself, apparently.

“Because,” she mumbles against my lips. “I have condoms.”

I groan and smack her ass, which only increases the friction on my cock. “Naughty girl.” Taking the steps two at a time with her in my arms, I bring her to the loft, looking around the large room. The bed is fluffed up with a ton of decorative pillows and a plush-looking comforter.

I make a beeline for it, dropping her down in the middle of the bed and pressing some of my weight against her, stealing another kiss. When I pull back, Alice is smiling at me with a soft look on her face, more of her blond hair coming out of her bun and fanning across the pillows. I stare down for a second longer before rasping, “Condoms?”

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