Page 74 of Lovewell Lane

Derek’s hand squeezed mine as he pulled my arms to wrap around his waist before cupping my head in his two hands. “Slow,” he growled.

I nodded. I watched as his gaze turned from a steady flame to an uncontrolled wildfire right before my eyes.

“I can keep this between us quiet. But I can’t go slow.”

His hands tilted my jaw up until there was virtually no distance between us.

“You know what you’re doing to me right,” Derek murmured right into my ear. His breath on my neck gave me goosebumps. “When you walk around my house like you belong here.”

I gasped and held onto his neck as he lifted me up and set me down on his kitchen counter. Within seconds, I melted into his arms as he kissed and nipped at the skin on my neck. His giant hands pushed up under my shirt and held me to my spot by my hips.

My fingers threaded into his hair as I pulled at the dark strands to encourage him to meet my lips. He resisted until I whined into the quiet night air, tugging him again.

“If you want something, then ask for it, princess,” he whispered. His smile was teasingly condescending while he held us a breath apart, refusing to kiss me.

“Stop teasing and just kiss me already,” I demanded.

He lowered his head and met my lips with his own. His hands grabbed at whatever part of me he could reach, never staying in one spot for too long. The kiss was messy. The minty taste of his gum filled my mouth as he kissed off my cherry flavored chapstick.

Any time I leaned back for a breath, he chased my mouth for more. It was like he was worried the second we pulled away, he would lose this, as if it was all just a dream. I ran my hands down his shoulders and squeezed his forearms, trying to remind him I was really here.

He groaned out loud as I moved a little, trying to get comfortable on the counter. His hands flew to my hips to hold me still while also pulling my thighs impossibly closer to bracket his own.

“Fuck,” he breathed.

We both took in deep breaths of air as I leaned to rest my forehead against his shoulder and Derek nuzzled his face into my hair. If we were following my rules, we should probably have ended the night after a steamy makeout sesh.

When I sat up straight again and looked into Derek’s eyes, I could see he wasn’t done. Thank fuck for that, because neither was I.

I crossed my ankles behind his back as he wordlessly scooped me up into his arms and carried me to his bedroom. He dropped me onto his bed and watched me bounce up from the drop.

“You have no idea how much I’ve imagined you in my bed since that night.”

Was he talking about when we shared the bed after my heater broke? That was over fourmonthsago.

He stared at me for a beat before pulling off his flannel and joined me on the bed. Getting right back to where we left off, he kissed me as he crawled up the bed and on top of me. All I could do was hold on and try to keep up.

I shuddered under the feeling of his tongue licking a stripe up my neck. If I’d known he would be this good, I would’ve begged him to do this a long time ago.

Derek’s hand glided up my thigh, his thumb hooking up under the edge of my shirt again. He stopped kissing me to look down as he pulled my shirt up and over my head in one slow motion. His eyes never moved away from my body, like he was mesmerized by my bare skin.

Then they caught on the black lacy bra I wore. He looked up at me. “This all for me?”

I let out a breathy laugh and put a hand on his shoulder. “I always wear nice lingerie. You would know that if you hadn’t held out for so long.”

His hands swept up between my back and his bed as he unclipped the bra and yanked it off in the same motion. I yelpedas he leaned in and bit my nipple gently before licking over it to soothe the slight pain.

His mouth switched to my other breast as he worshipped my body with his tongue. His tongue, wet and hot, swirled over my nipple before closing his lips around it and sucking. I gasped, feeling all of the sensations go straight to my core, as my back arched.

Derek groaned against the curve of my breast. “You’re so fucking perfect,” he growled.

I leaned up on my elbows to get a better look at him. Reaching down, I pulled off his white t-shirt and finally got a good look at his toned chest. I’d seen glimpses of it, but never had the chance to stare up close like this. My hands reached for his shoulders and slid all the way down his abs.

His eyelids lowered as he watched me looking at him. Then, when my hands finally reached the waistband of his jeans, he pushed my hands away.

“Not yet, baby,” he whispered. He pushed my hands over my head and used one hand to clasp my wrists together. “I need to make you feel good first.”

With his free hand, he unbuttoned and unzipped my shorts, yanking them down with the help of me kicking them off. The only thing separating him from touching me now was my panties.

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