Page 149 of Things I Wish I Said
Her hands move south, toying with the waistband of my shorts. I still them with my own, my breath coming out in short, angry puffs.
What the fuck is happening to me?
I’m losing my mind, that’s what.
I’ve never been so affected by someone’s touch, not even Rachel in the three years we were together.
“Do you not like me naked?” she asks, kissing her way down my chest.
“Of course I do,” I say between clenched teeth. “It’s taking every ounce of fucking willpower I have not to flip you on your back and show you how much.”
Hazel eyes peek up at me. “Then. Do. It.”
My willpower snaps.
One second, she’s straddling me and the next, I have her arms pinned above her head, my weight pressing her into the mattress.
She arches her back, angling her hips toward me, and I bite back a groan.
I find her mouth first, kissing her dizzy. Until her lips are swollen and red.
I move to her collarbone next, biting and kissing and sucking as I release one arm and cup her breast, pleased at the breathy moan that escapes her parted lips.
Her free hand dips below the waistband of my shorts, gripping my length in her hand. I grunt, pleasure rippling through me as I resist the urge to thrust.
Bracing my weight on both of my arms, I meet her gaze. “Ry, we don’t need to—”
My words cut off when she pumps her hand up and down, and I hiss.
“Don’t need to what?” she asks while I try and fight everything inside of me that’s screaming to take her. Right here. Right now.
“I don’t want you to do anything you’re not ready for,” I say.
She pushes my shorts down.
“I don’t expect . . .” My vision blurs, and I forget all thought as she arches against me—flesh against flesh, all soft and warm and mine for the taking.
I crush my mouth to hers, kissing her hard—until we’re both breathless, until she forgets what she’s doing with her hands, and I reclaim my restraint.
When I break contact, I drop my lips to the shell of her ear and whisper, “I can still make you feel good, even if we don’t . . .”
She shakes her head, causing my lips to brush her ear. Goose bumps break out over her skin, and I trail a hand up the plain of her flat stomach to the slope of her breast, warming a path in my wake.
“No. I want this. I want you, and I don’t want this to be one-sided. Not again. I want you to feel good, too.”
Fuck. Why did she have to say that? I meet her eyes, watching as her resolve strengthens and mine slips.
Maybe I’ve only known Sinclair a short while, but I know she’s a straight shooter. She’s not a bullshitter or one of those girls that tells a guy what they think he wants to hear. She’s not afraid to speak her mind or say no, and she’s not one to cave under pressure. Ryleigh does what Ryleigh wants, and if she’s saying she wants me—wants this—then I believe her.
She runs her hands up my bare back, and I close my eyes, my nerve endings coming alive under her touch.
“Remember what you said back at the beach? About still getting to have all the experiences I missed out on?”
I nod, then swallow.
“I want that. And I want it with you. Right here. Right now.”
I blink my eyes open; breathe.
