Page 113 of I Wanna Text You Up

“Maybe…yes?”

“Maybe.”

Another roll into me. “Any answeryet?”

“Nope.”

“We’re going to be here all night at this point.” Hetitters.

I lift a shoulder. “Or I’m just waiting until you get meoff.”

He lets out a surprised half-gasp, half-laugh kind of thing. “You’re such a littleshit.”

Then he’s kissing me. His tongue begs for entrance and I allow it, pulling him closer and wrapping my legs around his waist, my heels digging into his ass. His lips move over mine with such finesse that it’s not long beforemyhips are the ones rolling. I’m desperate for any sort of contact. I grab at his shirt and he pulls away long enough to rip it off over his head, somehow still keeping that stupidly sexy baseball cap on hishead.

Goddamn.

I race my hands over the muscles of his back, digging my nails in with just enough bite to keep itfun.

He lets out a gasp, the sound lost in the moans I emit as his erection drives into me again, rubbing against my clit. This feels reminiscent of our past activities, but somehow the need for more is stronger,harsher.

I want Caleb naked, and I want him nakednow.

I drag my hands down his back and straight under the band of the boxer briefs he’s wearing beneath his sweats. I stop for only a moment to admire the number of squats he must do for his ass to feel this good before I trace a light path around to his front. I take my time teasing him, gently running my fingertips over his thighs before finally palming his hardcock.

Caleb tears his mouth away and rests his forehead against mine, his severe breaths so loud in the otherwise quietroom.

“We have to stop,” he begs as he pushes his hips into myhand.

He wants this just as much as I do, maybe evenmore.

“Why? We’ve been playing this game for days now. You keep dancing me to the edge and then BAM! You back off. I don’t even have balls and my balls are blue. You kiss me, touch me, and you won’t leave my stupid nipple rings alone, but you won’t bangme?”

“What? I like theantici—”

“Sayit!”

He frowns. “I was going to before you interruptedme.”

“Never mind,” I mutter. “You’ll learn one day. Now, explainyourself.”

“If you think I don’t want to sleep with you, you’re wrong. I’d fuck you right here on this couch, but I don’t want that for our first time together. I want the moment to be right.” He pulls his head back and meets my eyes. “We’re getting dressed. We’re going out to dinner. Then we’re coming home and I’m havingyoufordessert.”

My hand tightens around his length at his declaration, my teeth biting into my bottom lip at thepromise.

“Zoe?”

“Yeah?”

“Move your hand before we can’tstop.”

He’s right. I know he is. I don’t want our first time to be on the coucheither.

But I want him—bad.

With reluctance, I remove my hand, and Caleb pushes himself up on his knees and away from me. I sit up, my hair spilling out in every direction, chest pushed out, ondisplay.

His pupils dilate as he points to the bedroom. “Go now, before I change mymind.”

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