Page 50 of Crazy Pucking Love
I wrapped my arms around Megan, holding her for a moment and ignoring my throbbing downstairs situation—luckily I’d had a lot of experience ignoring it lately. Having her soft skin against mine was sweet agony. A little voice in the back of my brain rose up and told me that this was a bad idea. That if I stopped now, maybe…
But then Megan shifted, giving me the full view of her perfect body, from her perky breasts to those sexy hips and all the creamy, smooth skin that I could spend hours tasting and never tire of it.
She reached up and ran her fingers through my hair, sending electric zips across my scalp. Then her hand drifted down, the light scrape of her nails making me even harder. She gripped the base of my shaft and slid her hand up, one mind-blowing stroke that nearly made me lose it right there.
“You’re not going to stop me this time?” She tightened her grip, her expression saying she knew she now had all the control and she liked it.
“I’d like to think I kept a pretty good hold of my self-control until tonight, but the truth is, I think I lost most of it the moment you walked into my life.”
A beautiful smile spread across her face and I reached down and traced her lips with my thumb. She bit it, and the last of my blood rushed south. I reached for a condom, and as soon as it was on, I braced my hands on either side of her. I lowered myself onto her, kissing her lips and then her neck as I nudged her slick entrance.
She ran her nails down my back and I pushed into her, groaning at how good she felt—how good we felt together.
We found the perfect rhythm, and I gripped both of her hands, sliding them up so that she was spread out underneath me and I could take advantage of the amazing view. I leaned down, kissing her lips, thrusting my tongue inside her mouth as we moved together.
She cried out my name as she shuddered underneath me, and I released the fragile grip I had on my control and let the orgasm rip through me. And holy shit, did it rip through me, leaving me incapable of movement or breath or doing anything but panting and struggling for air.
After the moment or two it took to regain my bearings, I kissed her lips and lowered myself onto the bed next to her, curling her to me so that we could be skin to skin again.
I ran my hand down her arm, laced my fingers with hers, and pressed a kiss to her shoulder. “You good?”
She glanced at me, a sated smile curving her lips, and nodded. “I’m better than good.”
I exhaled and my muscles relaxed, my thoughts growing hazy. Even though I’d only climbed out of bed a couple of hours ago, I hadn’t slept much last night, and the desire to do so now called to me.
With Megan in my arms, I bet I could actually fall asleep, not just lie there with my eyes closed, wishing I could.
Unfortunately I had a lot to do today. I just didn’t know how to say that without making it sound like now that we’d had sex, I wanted her to leave. “What do you have going on today?”
“I don’t really have any set plans. I need to study some, but I knew I’d never get anything done until after I came and confronted you.” She rolled so that she was facing me.
“As far as confrontations go, I’d give that one an A.”
With a laugh, she reached up and traced my jaw with her fingertips. Once again I fought the urge to fall asleep. “What do you have going on?”
“I’m behind in nearly all my classes,” I said. “I planned on forcing myself to pretty much live at the library, and I’ve got a study group at one.” The alarm clock on my nightstand read that it was five minutes until noon. Which meant I could enjoy being here for about ten to fifteen more minutes before I’d need to shower and rush to campus. “Then practice—it’ll be a light day since we had the game last night, but it’s just one more thing on the list.”
“Well, I’ll let you get to your day.”
I caught her arm as she started to scoot away. “Tomorrow I’ll still be playing catch-up, but I could use a math study buddy, and I’m sure I’ll need a break afterward. We could even go to one of your Boston spots if you want to.”
Her face lit up. “Okay, it’s a da—plan.” A hint of panic bled into her features.
“Da plan? Sounds pretty gangster.” I ran my fingers down her spine, tracing the sexy curve until it met the top of her ass. “I won’t freak out if you say it’s a date.”
“Just do me a favor?”
I tensed, thinking we were only about an hour into this thing and already it was getting serious.
“If I get close to the line where you’re feeling like you need space or I’m saying things that are too relationshipy, just tell me.” She put a hand on her chest and I got distracted for a couple of seconds, what with the whole shirtless thing. “I’m great with boundaries—I just don’t like not knowing where they are.”
Since she pretty much ignored every boundary I tried to erect, I wasn’t sure how good she was with them, but my momentary worries faded away. Maybe this could actually work. We’d set boundaries and be honest, and with the pressure out of the way—not to mention a chance to relieve the sexual tension constantly between us—we could both enjoy ourselves. “Deal.”
She stood, and I tilted my head, enjoying the view. She gathered her clothes and shimmied into them, and I wondered if she always got dressed in such a sexy way, or if she was doing so for my benefit.
And now I wanted to forget all my appointments and responsibilities and undress her again.Maybe I’ll get to do it again tomorrow.
“There is one other thing we should probably talk about,” she said after tugging on her shirt.
