Page 48 of Ours to Lose
I angled my lips to her ear, letting my chest press against her side, her warmth flush with mine. “What else?” I whispered. My voice was gravel along stone.
Her head fell against the back of the couch as she shifted her thighs apart, enough for me to feather a touch directly between her legs. Soft lace grazed my skin as a shiver rippled through her.
“I straddled your lap,” she moaned.
With the sound still on her lips, I scooped her up by the thighs and set her on top of me, her knees on either side of my hips. “How’s this?”
She rocked experimentally, a purely instinctual motion, and I watched the groan break across her face at how hard I was between her legs. Her hooded gaze found mine as she bit her bottom lip.
“You’re killing me,” I murmured, drawing her lip free.
A smirk raised the corners of her mouth as I let my thumb linger over the soft skin. Inches separated us. I could see the flutter of her pulse in her throat, her pupils already dilated.
“Do something about it,” she taunted.
My lips rose. “You want me to?”
She stared at my mouth and nodded. Every muscle in my body hardened to iron as my heart tried to pound through my chest.
There’d been more than one moment tonight when I’d imagined she wanted to kiss me; when my head had gotten away from me, and I’d imagined kissing her. But it was different knowing it was about to happen. Different lowering my stare to her lips and letting myself dip forward until our noses brushed and her scent made my head go dizzy.
I pulled away for a second, smiling as she leaned in to follow. Then I took her bottom lip between my teeth and gave a light tug, drawing a moan from her throat.
Another tug, slightly harder, and her fingers curled over my shoulders.
My patience finally snapped. I captured her mouth with mine, and the feel of her washed over and through me as she sighed against my lips.
It was different from our first kiss. Slower. As if we were meeting for the first time, learning each other from scratch.
I held myself in place, only my head and lips moving, as she kissed me in return. Kisses so gentle, they were barely there, yet every one cranked my body higher, setting my need on edge.
Her tongue grazed my lips, and I opened for her, responding with teasing licks. The instant I did, her own need seemed to burst. Her body melted against mine, like all her tension had released. She gripped my face to angle me just the way she wanted, and I had to force down my smile so I could keep kissing her.
“Touch me,” she ordered between swipes of her tongue.
I held in a groan as my fingers twitched. “Where?”
“Anywhere.”
I found the soft dip above her hip and trailed my fingers along the exposed skin of her back.
“Oh,” she moaned, her kisses growing harder. “I love when you touch me.”
Fucking same. I traced my way up her spine, drawing a shiver from her, and all at once, it was like her body took over. She spread her knees wider and rocked forward, our tongues finding each other in a maddening rush.
“Keep touching me,” she demanded as her hips rolled on a wave.
My dick was rock solid. Seeing her lose herself in pleasure, knowing I was the reason, was more erotic than any porn I could remember.
I trailed my hands down her back and gave her ass a light squeeze, drawing another moan from her.
“You like that?” I breathed.
A helpless sound escaped her before she dragged her fingers through my hair and rocked against me, finding her rhythm. “Keep going.”
I slid my hands under the stretchy material of her skirt and below her panties to palm her bare ass. Her hips jerked in a frantic rut.
“Gabe—” She cut off with a groan, squeezing my hips between her knees. “Oh my God.”
