Page 2 of Home in the Country
“I think it fits…” My breath catches as her hands trail down my body, deftly flicking open the buttons until my shirt is splayed open. Fallon licks her lips as her gaze sweeps over my pecs and down to my abs. Her fingers follow the same path, and my muscles twitch and flex under her not-so-innocent perusal.
I’d planned to go slow, keep myself in check, but I’m only a guy, and my control is not as impressive as I portray it to be.
Also, this is not the same girl that I’d shared a lab bench with. No, the woman seducing the fuck out of me is a damn vixen in a red cotton sundress.
Sitting up, Fallon’s hands slide up my chest and over my shoulders. She pushes the fabric off me as she goes, and my heart pounds in my chest.
Together, we work my shirt off, and she discards it next to her on the blanket.
“Thought you wanted that?” I groan and then tilt my head as she kisses across my shoulder and nips at the nape of my neck with her teeth. The sting makes my body hum with desire. She’s wound me up tight in a matter of minutes, and we are still almost fully clothed.
“Later.”
The wetness of her tongue under my jaw sends a shiver down my spine and I gasp. This is the most exquisite torture I’ve ever experienced. Fallon’s hips rock ever so gently against me, and she sighs into my ear while her nails dig into my shoulders.
My arms wrap around her back and pull her flush to me.
“Fallon,” I rasp into the space between us. “Please, baby.”
“Do you want me, Otto?”
The question is innocent—flirty—but the gleam in her eyes is anything but.
“God, yes.” My arms shake the slightest bit, and I dig my fingers into her waist to steady myself. If she wants to run this show, I’m absolutely going to let her.
Releasing her grip on me, she bites her lip as she reaches up and pulls the tie loose from around her neck. My heart stops. Just dead right there in my chest.
I’ve heard talk about time slowing down, things moving in slow motion, but I’ve never really understood that until this moment.
The fabric of her top caresses every inch of her breasts like water running off a slope. I don’t blink, my lips part, my dick aches, and I realize I am fuckingstarvingfor this woman in my lap.
Fallon watches me then looks down at her naked chest. Meeting my gaze, she sits up on her knees, bringing her tits directly in line with my mouth.
“Do you want to touch?”
I swallow. Hard. “So much,” I rasp.
Somehow this has turned into a game I’m quickly losing at. My restraint is barely holding on by a thread—another saying that only made sense in this moment.
Fallon drags her nipple across my bottom lip and I whimper.
I fucking whimper.
Begging is next. I need this so bad. I needher.
“Fallon. Baby. I can’t—”
“Put your mouth on me, Otto.”
I descend on her tits in an instant. With the peak of one nipple snug between my teeth, I flick it over and over with my tongue. The other is pinched and rolled firmly between two fingers as she moans and rocks into my touch.
“You’re so fucking perfect,” I say to her chest, my free hand stroking up her spine. I’ve never craved a woman like this before. I might be young still, but I know this isn’t normal. Our chemistry, our connection—it’s all-consuming andI like it.
“Oh, Otto,” she moans as her fingers tangle into the thick strands of my hair. “Take my dress off.”
I fumble with the hem as I pull it up and over her head. It’s awkward, and I have to shimmy it over her shoulders because the seam or some shit and I’m not smooth.
She laughs as she sits naked in my lap, but I don’t.
