Page 168 of Small Town Firsts
I curled my arms around his neck and hung on, giving back as much as I could manage.
I was out of my league. Hell, out of the galaxy, but I was determined to show him I belonged here in his arms.
Before I could allow myself to analyze that little thought, I was swept up into Hurricane Seth. He turned me around and pinned me to the wall, my toes dangling off the floor as he ground his hard cock against my shorts.
God, yes.
My fingers dug into his shoulders and I groaned into his mouth. We were a tangle of tongues and limbs. His hand coasted down my waist to my hip before a groan buzzed through my tongue and along my mouth. Mine? His? Who knew?
Then he swept lower to hook my knee and drag my leg up around his hips. I hopped up with the other and finally his hard length was right where I needed it.
The seam of my cutoffs dug into my panties and the little bit of friction was better than anything I’d done alone. Sweet merciful heaven, there was a God.
Not that I’d tell Seth he was on par with God. He didn’t need that kind of help ego-wise, but yes. So much yes.
My sandal thumped to the floor and my eyes flew wide. We both froze, praying that the noise didn’t wake the little girl across the hall from us.
Right across from us.
What the hell was wrong with me? I struggled and pulled my mouth away from his. “Put me down,” I whispered.
“It’s fine,” he said against my cheek. “She didn’t wake up. She’s a heavy sleeper, except for the nightmares.” He grazed his mouth along my cheek to my jaw and headed for my ear.
Nightmares?I shook my head to clear it. “We can’t do this.”
He jerked his head back. “What? Why?”
“Because we’re right down the hall from her. God, what the hell was I thinking?”
“You weren’t. That was the good part.”
I wiggled until I slid down the wall and my foot hit the floor.
“We can go downstairs.”
“What and make out on the couch like teenagers?”
“We can go to my room if it makes you feel better.”
“No, it doesn’t make me feel better.” I pushed him away from me and jammed my foot into my shoe. “None of this makes me feel better.”
“I promise you I can.” His eyes were hot and his shirt was wrinkled. Oh, and another button had come free thanks to our little mauling make out session against the frigging wall. The little bit of hair at the center of his chest arrowed down his hard abs that were now showing.
Yeah, I was so not looking. I pulled down my shirt and cursed my overstimulated body. Everything was hot and tingling and it was all so wrong.
I spun on my heel and silently sprinted down the hallway to the stairs. I heard him curse under his breath behind me, but I kept going.
Yeah, I was running. Sue me.
There was no way I could handle any of this today. Not emotionally and definitely not intellectually. I’d found out why Seth made all the girls come around.
Five more minutes and I would have come.
And that was five minutes I could never get back, nor live through over and over again.
He caught me at the door and jerked me to a stop before I could make it to the safety of the night. To the normalcy of my piece of shit car.
“Dammit, Al.” He turned me around and gripped both my upper arms. “Why are you running?”
