Page 26 of Best Year Ever
“This night. You. It’s really awesome that we have tonight.”
Rori’s face brightens at my words, and she looks like she wants to respond, but no actual words come.
I ignore the slight awkwardness stemming from her lack of reply and put my hand on the small of her back to connect us as we walk to the balcony. Outside, the air smells fresh, and the temperature is perfect, around 76 degrees.
We both get close to the railing to look out, my hand still onher back. I notice that she settles in a position where there’s barely an inch of space between us.
No complaints here.
The emerald dress showcases her silhouette, and looking down from my taller height, I can see her strong, smooth shoulders, which are only covered by the two bows at the top where the straps meet.
Damn, Icould lean down right now and untie them with my teeth…
“I can’t even imagine what would happen if people knew we’re up here together,” Rori interjects, interrupting the images I’m painting in my head. “I’m still adjusting to having so many eyes on me, although no one seems to care who I date yet, unlike you.”
“Welcome to sports fame. Or fame in general. The things that’ll happen will get wilder and wackier, the more you keep succeeding,” I respond.
“You seem pretty comfortable,” Rori observes. “Not only with the gossip, but also at the photo shoot wearing those shorts.”
“Those damn things weren’t subtle,” I say with a chuckle, and she smiles back while I continue.
“At this point, I’m used to being naked in the locker room. Reporters milling about while I’ve only a towel on after my shower. My body’s just a tool. It doesn’t faze me, I guess.” I shrug.
Rori looks me up and down. “Just a tool, huh?” she says, bringing her hand up to my arm and giving it a light squeeze.
I flex my arm under her hand and raise my eyebrows. “Yours for the night, Rori,” I say gruffly.
Rori hums at my words and moves toward me to close the last space between us.
Excitement shoots through me. Message received, I bend down and take full advantage of her closeness, meeting her lips with mine.
This girl knows what she wants and takes it,I think.No games.
Same as our night on New Year’s.
At the contact between our lips, her hum shifts to a moan. I missed that sound. Eager to hear it again, my tongue slips inside her mouth, deepening the kiss.
She reciprocates, and it feels like we haven’t skipped a beat since New Year’s. Our chemistry is undeniable.
Warmth creeps into my chest as we kiss, and I’m suddenly racked with longing to touch her, hold her. Picking her up so our bodies get closer, I’m rewarded when she wraps her legs around me, the skirt of her dress starting to bunch near her waist, leaving her bottom half exposed against me other than her panties.
“God, I love that you’re so tall and big,” she slips out, momentarily breaking our kiss as she adjusts to get comfortable in my arms.
Then her mouth is on me again. Bracing her against the railing so she doesn’t fall, I slide my hands under the back of her skirt, one-by-one. As each hand moves under the fabric, it meets the smooth skin of her legs. I glide them up so that my hands are holding her directly by her ass.
As my brain catches up, I realize my hands are holding her bare ass because she only has a thong on. I growl as I picture Rori wearing only a scrap of fabric over her pussy. It makes me grab her that much tighter, squeezing her butt as I push her against my dick, which is now hard as a rock.
“Ohhhhh,” Rori says in response.
I must’ve hit a sweet spot for her.
That’s confirmed again by the rocking motion she starts, pushing her softness against my hardness. Through all my clothes, I cannot feel much, but I remember everything about how Rori felt at New Year’s. That thought alone gets me amped up more.
She pulls away from our kiss to focus on the other spot our bodies are meeting, which lets me watch her face glow in the night’s lights as she moves against me.
“Take what you need, Rori,” I say, giving her permission to find her own pleasure. “Like I said, I’m yoursfor tonight.”
Rori looks me in the eye again, her hands now holding the side of my neck.
