Page 16 of Married to Number 22
One second, he’s beneath me.
The next, he’s rolled up, pinning me into the mattress, hot green eyes on mine. “No?” he asks, parting my thighs and sinking more heavily onto me.
“Nope,” I say, popping the p. My mouth twitches, even though I try to affect seriousness.
“No?” His eyes dance.
“Nope,” I repeat. “That’s just morning wood.”
“Morning—” His mouth drops open and he freezes, gaping at me. Then he does the most wonderful thing.
He tosses his head back and laughs.
Seven
Aiden
I laughand she joins in.
Fuck she’s funny.
And beautiful.
And below me.
And the vibration of our laughter feels really,reallygood.
Something that has me freezing.
“Luns?” I ask.
She stops giggling, as though suddenly realizing our positions. “Yeah?” she whispers.
I lean in, drop my voice to a whisper too. “I can’t remember there being a time where I didn’t want you.”
Her lungs inflate in a rush, shock flickering across her face.
Bending, I take advantage of surprising her, pressing my mouth to hers, slipping my tongue between her parted lips, tasting her and doing it long and slow and deep.
She hooks a leg around my waist and the change in position…it’s glorious.
Our pelvises align and I can feel the heat of her through the thin material of her sweats.
Christ, I need her…almost as much as I need the layers of fabric currently between us to disappear like a puff of smoke.
Unable to stop myself, I rock against her, loving that the motion has her wrapping her other leg around me, has her grinding against the ridge of my erection, our bodies comfortable together, remembering each other, moving instinctively toward something that will bring pleasure to both of us.
Even though we’ve never moved like this together before.
Even though we’ve never been here—horizontal in a bed—before.
Yes, we have history—innocent kisses and gentle caresses, teenage bodies pressed close in shadowy corners, hesitant touches of soft curves.
But there’s no hesitation now.
Not from me.
Not from her.
