Page 121 of That Moment
“Scotty,” she pants, hips starting to roll with every thrust of my fingers.
“That’s it, baby. Just like that,” I rasp. “Come on. Let go for me.”
Her legs start to shake, breath catching as the sound of her soft moans fills the room. I watch her face, noticing the way her lips part, the way her eyes flutter the moment she breaks. She comes hard, clenching around my fingers, a soft cry spilling fromher mouth. I kiss her through it, murmuring against her skin, “That’s my girl. So damn perfect.”
When she finally stills, chest rising fast against mine, I keep her there, holding her face in my hands, kissing her slow and deep until her breathing steadies.
Her voice comes out on a shaky laugh. “You’re not done, are you?”
I grin, breath rough against her lips. “Not even close.”
She smiles, cheeks flushed, eyes blazing. “Then stop wasting time.”
I don’t need to be told twice. I wrap an arm around her waist and haul her against me as we stumble toward the stairs, losing ourselves in every kiss. Every step feels like falling deeper, faster, until we reach her bedroom door and the rest of the world disappears.
The second her back hits the bedroom door, I’m kissing her again, hard and hungry, like I’m afraid that if I stop, she’ll vanish. She’s breathless, tugging at my shirt, desperate to get closer. I help her, yanking the hem over my head and tossing it somewhere behind us. Her hands drag down my chest, nails catching, a low sound slipping from her throat that’s half groan, half plea.
“God, I need this,” she murmurs, voice rough with need.
I grab her wrist, pin it above her head against the wall, my body crowding hers. “You mean me.”
Her eyes meet mine. “Yeah. You.”
I kiss her again, slower this time but deeper, savoring every soft gasp, every tremor that ripples through her body. Her dress slides over her hips as my hand trails down, catching the edge and dragging it up. She helps me, shimmying out of it until it pools at her feet. She’s standing there in nothing but two scraps of lace and the kind of beauty that knocks me stupid.
“Jesus, Adrienne,” I mutter. “You’re gonna ruin me.”
She smiles, stepping closer, fingers hooking into my belt loop. “Maybe that’s the point.”
I grab her ass, lift her clean off the ground, and her legs wrap around my waist. She gasps when my cock presses hard against her through my jeans, hips rolling instinctively.
“Bed,” she whispers against my mouth.
I walk her backward, kissing her, tasting every sound she makes, until we hit the edge of the bed. I set her down, hovering over her for a second, just looking. The flushed skin, the rise and fall of her chest, the way she’s watching me like I’m the only thing keeping her tethered. Then I’m on her again, our mouths fusing, hands everywhere.
It’s frantic. The rest of our clothes hit the floor in pieces. My jeans. Her bra. The soft gasp when I slide my hand between her legs again, teasing her just to hear that sound one more time.
“Scotty, please…”
The way she says my name. This time, it’s not a plea, it’s a surrender. I drag the head of my cock along her slit, just enough to make her tremble. “You want me to stop?”
Her eyes flash, daring. “Don’t you fucking dare.”
I smirk, leaning in, brushing my lips against hers. “Then tell me how much you want it.”
Her breath catches. “You already know.”
“I wanna hear you say it.”
Her hips arch, body trembling. “I want you, Scotty. No one else—just you.”
The words wreck me. I line myself up and push inside, inch by inch, until she’s gasping, clutching my shoulders, nails biting into my skin.
“Fuck,” I groan. “You feel like you were made for me.”
I don’t waste any time, and it’s clear she doesn’t want me to. She’s pulling me closer, back arching off the bed as she gasps with every stroke. She’s shaking, moaning, meeting every thrustwith her own, but I slow it down, grinding, teasing, dragging it out until she’s breathless.
“Scotty,” she pants. “Please?—”
