Page 49 of Nerdelicious
I laugh and he smiles at me, a small one, but it’s there, the curve of his cheek glowing under the moonlight. Our faces are only inches apart.
I take a breath, about to speak, but then we’re kissing.
I don’t know who moves first, but the connection is instant, his mouth moving over mine, his hands spearing into my hair to lock me in place. I part my lips and his tongue slips inside. It’s like we’ve done this a million times.
It’s just as good as before. Better even, because we’re lying out in the open air instead of the confines of the truck. I can press the rest of my body against him. I can run my hands up his arms to his shoulders. I can hitch one leg over his waist.
One of his hands glides from my head down to my thigh, then to the side of my hip, grasping me in blunt possession and tugging me closer. Close enough to feel the hard length of him between us. I suck in a breath and desire ricochets through me. He’s hard and huge, the size befitting the rest of him. What would he feel like inside? The thought trips through me, adding another layer of arousal.
I edge up and push at his shoulder. He rolls over onto his back, stretched out before me like a sacrifice. A huge, hot sacrifice. I straddle him, centering myself right over the bulge of his arousal. Our clothes are still on, but the thin fabric is no barrier.
We stare at each other for a hot minute, the visual connection nearly tangible, both of us breathing like we’ve been running miles. My hands fist his shirt. If lust had a color it would be Beast’s eyes in the moonlight.
I grind against him and he sucks in a breath, his fingers spasming against my hips. Leaning down, I kiss the breath from his mouth and set up a small rhythm, shifting against him, enjoying the play of soft material between us.
The desire, already an inferno, expands. I lean back to enjoy the view of him underneath me.
He feels so good. Perfect. His hands link with mine and I tug them up, cupping them over my breasts.
I groan, loud in the silent air and he crunches up to cover the noise with his mouth. I’m panting into him, frantic, hips moving against him.
He leans back, and air whooshes out of him in one hot breath. His fingers tremble against my tank top. I show him exactly what I want and he’s eager to learn, his hands moving with greater speed at my direction and then his thumbs brushing, oh so carefully, at my nipples through the slinky fabric. I have to keep moving or I’ll die. Grinding against him is the only relief and I need it because this craving inside has teeth. And claws digging into me. Adamantium claws.
He collapses back onto the towel, his breathing heavy, his eyes dark and focused on me, his hands moving back to my breasts. He bites his lip, his eyes taking in everything like he doesn’t even know where to look. Hands slide under my top, then under my demi bra, the hot skin-to-skin touches nearly tossing me over the edge.
I pant and moan his name and then the orgasm shudders through me, quaking my entire being. The world goes dark as my eyes fall shut and I collapse on top of him.
His arms slide around me, holding tight and then he makes a noise, too, something I haven’t heard other than that day in the woods, a kind of murmuring rumble brushing my ear. His fingers grip my hips, moving me against him as he frantically thrusts. His erection spasms against my still sensitive core as he finds his own release.
We stay there, foreheads touching, sharing air.
“That was... that was...” I can’t think. No words. My mind is blank, my body sated and boneless.
His hands rub up and down my back for a long while.
Time passes in that pose. A minute, an hour? Who knows? Eventually, he leans to the side, reaching for his phone atop the towel.
I prop myself up to see his words.
I’m sorry. I’m messy.
I grin at him. “You aren’t alone. I am, too.”
His eyes search mine in the darkness before he types again.You enjoyed it as much as I did?
“You couldn’t tell?”
One corner of his mouth lifts.I thought so, but confirmation is nice.
“Let’s just sayenjoyedisn’t a strong enough word. I need a word with more bite.”
Then both corners of his mouth kick up at once and he’s all-out grinning and my heart does a nosedive straight into my stomach.
Beast without the smile is broody and handsome and compelling.
Beast with a smile?
I might not survive it.
