Page 12 of Back in the Country
Marlee is my once in a lifetime, and up until this point I’ve beenverysure I could keep myself in check.
It’s an absolute freaking lie.
I’m about a half second from snapping. This is her show, but if she doesn’t tell me one way or the other soon, I’m going to climb out of my skin.
“Way?”
“Yeah, baby?”
“You okay?”
Her moss-green eyes are warm and full of promise and I’m…lost. I’m so fucking lost for this girl I can never have after tonight.
I nod.
“Are you?” I ask.
Her smile is so damn slow and sexy that I can’t resist. I don’t think; I just move. Turning into her, I move my hand under her hair to cradle her cheek and the back of her neck. The scents of sunshine and the ocean fill my senses as I pull her slowly into me. Her breath is audible in the space between us and sweet as sin as I inhale her. I meet her lust-filled gaze one last time before I touch my lips to hers. There’s nothing tentative in the way I touch her, and it’s a promise for what’s going to happen tonight.
Sliding my tongue against the seam of her lips, I tease her but don’t explore when she opens for me. If I start, I will not be able to stop, and I’mnottaking my best friend’s little sister’s virginity in the front seat of her car.
In my driveway.
Fuck.
I pull back but stroke my thumb over her cheek. She’s so damn pretty and way too good for this place and me. Sorren was right.
Placing a soft kiss on her lips, I reach for her door handle and push it open. She smiles wickedly and kicks her legs onto the gravel.
Legs I’m about to have wrapped around my waist as she screams my name.
My dick hardens in an instant, and I adjust myself. I have a lifetime of fantasies to play out, and I’m not ruining that by embarrassing myself out here.
Rounding the car, I take her hand and pull her toward the door. Her body is relaxed and sure. Part of me wishes she’d change her mind because I have no idea what’s going to happen tomorrow.
I pull the door open and hold it for her before stepping inside and locking it behind me. I honestly couldn’t tell you the last time I locked my door, but I’ll be damned if I’m interrupted on my one night with Marlee.
Her jean jacket drops onto my kitchen table and then she’s pressed against me with her arms locked around my neck. Her breasts are firmly sandwiched between us, and she toys with the brim of my baseball hat.
“Way?”
“Hmm?”
My hands find her hips and hold her still. I’m trying to remember my game plan, but I’m coming up short. She must notice because her eyes sparkle and she licks her lips.
Oh dear Lord.
“Way, I want this.”
In one motion, I’m gripping her ass and lifting her off the ground. Her legs wrap around me as she knocks my hat onto the floor. Soft lips slam against mine as she presses impossibly closer to me.
This. Is. Everything.
When I was a teenager, I fantasized about moments like this. Nights when the chemistry would be so mind-blowing the girl wouldn’t be able to keep her hands off me. It would figure that Marleeismy real-life fantasy, and tonight I’m going to devour her.
I nip her bottom lip with my teeth, and when she gasps, I slide my tongue into her mouth. I’m home.
She is home.
