Page 80 of Well That Happened

She tilts her head. “Yeah?”

“Are we still pretending this isn’t a thing?”

Her breath catches.

And that’s it.

I lean in—slow enough that she could stop me.

She doesn’t.

Our mouths brush. Light. Testing.

Then again. More sure this time.

Then she shifts, and suddenly she’s straddling my lap, hands in my hair, and we’rekissing—for real this time.

Deep. Hot. Hungry.

Her tongue slides against mine and I groan, low in my throat, gripping her hips like I’m afraid she might disappear.

She kisses like she’s trying to memorize it.

And I kiss her like I’ve been waiting to.

I don’t know how long we stay like that. I grip her hips. My shirt rides up. Her thighs tighten around me.

Every thought in my head boils down to one word:more.

Her hoodie bunches under my hands, and I break the kiss just long enough to tug it up.

She lifts her arms wordlessly, lets me pull it over her head and drop it somewhere in the blanket pile.

And I can’t help it.

I just look at her.

Her chest is rising fast. That little freckle just under her collarbone. Her pale pink bra that’s cradling the most perfect set of tits.

“You’re…” I trail off, my voice thick. “You’re kinda killing me right now.”

She smiles—just a flicker—and reaches for the hem of my shirt.

“Let me even the playing field.”

My heart thuds as I let her strip it off. Her hands brush my ribs, my stomach, and I feel every inch of it like I’ve never been touched before.

Her eyes sweep over me, slower than mine did hers. “Hockey looks good on you,” she murmurs, and her hand drags over my chest like she’s thinking of all the things she could do to me right now.

I lean in again, kissing her slower this time.

Deep and steady. Like I want her tofeelhow much I want this. How much I wanther.

She shifts again, still straddling my hips, but hovering now right over my very hard dick.

Her fingers trail down my stomach, light enough to burn. “I’m not being very responsible right now,” she whispers.

“You want to stop?” I ask, my voice hoarse.