Page 96 of Stay With Me
I wrap my legs around his hips to pull him closer as he rocks into me. His hands go to my waist, and his fingers ghost back and forth on my skin just under my T-shirt.
I run my fingers through his hair, dragging my nails back down.
He pulls away and looks up at the ceiling. “We can’t do this out here with Jess in the house.”
I look around the kitchen. “Oh my god. How could I have forgotten where we were,” I whisper.
“Hold on tight, baby.” He lifts me from the counter and carries me down the hall.
I link my fingers behind his neck, and we stop in front of Jess’s room. He peeks in to confirm she’s still fast asleep before walking the rest of the way to our room.
He toes open the door and turns us. Adjusting my weight to one arm, he reaches for the door to gently close it.
I bring my lips back to his. He pushes me up against the door, deepening the kiss.
With every brush of his tongue against mine, he sets my body ablaze.
“If we stay here by the door, you have to be quiet,” he whispers, rocking his hips against my core again.
A moan escapes me.
“Fuck it. I don’t want you to have to be quiet.” He pulls us away from the door and walks over to his nightstand.
Just when I think he’s going to set me on the bed, I realize he’s bending slightly. “Open the drawer, Luna, and pull a condom out.”
I nod, unlinking my fingers, and lower my arm to open the drawer.
As soon as I have one in my hand, he stands to his full height again and walks to the bathroom.
He strides in and goes straight for the shower.
“Um, we have our clothes on,” I tell him like he doesn’t know as he turns the shower on.
A smirk pulls at his lips. “Not for long they won’t be, but the shower is just for noise right now.”
“Oh.” My voice is breathless.
He sets me on the counter and slams his lips down on mine, the condom falling from my hand.
The kiss is consuming.
Claiming.
He grips my braid as he tilts my head, deepening the kiss.
I drop my hands to his sides and pull his shirt up. We break apart enough to lift his shirt off.
Before the shirt hits the floor, he’s trailing hot kisses down my neck, biting at my pulse point. He sucks for a brief moment before trailing his fingers down my sides and gripping my shirt to lift it over my head.
I don’t have a bra on, and his eyes darken with desire as he lowers his head, his teeth grazing over my hardened nipple.
I arch my back to get closer, a whimper falling from my lips.
“You’re so fucking perfect,” he whispers.
He brings his hands to the waistband of my leggings and peels them down with my panties. I lift my hips to get them past my butt, and he kneels to finish taking them off.
Goose bumps break out over my body as the cold counter touches my skin.
