Page 13 of Pipe Dreams
He cursed under his breath, his hand still trapping her face. He lifted her chin another inch and dropped his lips to the soft skin of her neck. One soft, open-mouthed kiss and he was hooked. It was the first taste of her he’d ever permitted himself. Heavenly.
Lauren first went rigid in his arms, then just as rapidly melted against him. “Fuck,” she whispered, and the sound of that dirty word on her pristine lips made him hard. Or maybe he was already there. Logic and rational thinking had left the building the minute she leaned into his arms.
He actually felt drunk, which was ridiculous. But his head was swimming as he tongued his way across her jaw to her ear.
“Mike,” she gasped, the sound both shocked and needy.He turned his head and their mouths found each other, finally.
Finally.
He kissed her softly at first, his senses a little stunned that this was real. But it was really Lauren’s soft body pressed against his chest, and Lauren’s arms around him. He pressed the tip of his tongue gently forward, seeking entrance to her mouth. And when she opened for him he tasted summer ale and temptation.
Even then, he had a last, split-second moment of clarity.Will I regret this, later?He asked himself the question as his lips slid across her softer ones.No, he decided. Maybe weakness led him here, but the strength of his feelings for her would not be denied.
Their gazes locked, and he moaned into her mouth. She gripped his biceps. Hard. The moment combusted like a brush fire—scorching heat and loud disorder. He leaned over her body, pressing her into the back of the couch, deepening the kiss. And suddenly their hands were everywhere. He palmed her hip, her thigh. Lauren’s fingertips swept his ribcage, leaving goosebumps in their wake.
Their kisses were so fast and desperate that it was impossible to mark where one ended and the next one began. Every urgent kiss demanded another. Every taste was intoxicating. And everywhere his hands landed he found sun-warmed skin. His fingers slid unbidden beneath her tank top, and she whimpered as he palmed her lower belly just above the waistband of her shorts.
Her helpless sound made his balls tighten dangerously. He’d never needed anything as badly as he needed to touch her right now, and to hear that sound again. With a tug, he raised her tiny shirt up off her body.
She lifted her arms and let him shrug it over her head. That broke their kisses, of course, so he got a look at the expression on her face. There was no reluctance, onlymolten heat in her bright blue eyes. She grabbed the hem of his T-shirt and lifted it, tossing it to the floor.
“Fuck,” he heard himself say as his gaze wandered south, down her delicate neck, to the creamy skin of her chest. She wore a lacy hot pink bra, and rosy nipples peeked through it. He had to lower his mouth to one of them, tonguing her nipple through the fabric. She gasped and arched into him.
Years of anticipation pulsed through him. He shoved that bra out of his way and sucked one perfect nipple into his mouth, while his hand popped the button on her shorts.
She moaned his name and grabbed his ass. Both their hands became busy, busy, busy. It shouldn’t have been possible for the two of them to get naked so fast given the confines of her sofa, but he was an athlete and Lauren was an overachiever. She shed the bra while he yanked her shorts down. He unzipped himself, and then Lauren shoved the rest of his clothing off, kicking it away with smooth legs.
Then they were skin on skin.Finally. Nothing had ever felt so good as pressing his erection against the cradle of her body, and feeling her shiver with longing beneath him. He leaned into her curves, pressing his tongue into her mouth, making love to her mouth the way he needed to do to her body.
All the complications fell away. There was only this room and this woman and his pounding heart. His love was like a tidal wave. He couldn’t have held it back one more second if he tried. He slipped a hand between her legs and moaned at the soft slickness waiting there. “Need you so bad,” he murmured. It was the truest thing he’d ever said.
Panting beneath him, Lauren lifted a knee, opening herself up to him. “Mike,” she begged.
The sound of his name on her lips practically did him in. He grabbed her knee in one hand and, staring down into her flushed face, he pushed inside her for the first time.
They both gasped. He could feel her heart thumpingagainst his as he leaned in for one more searing kiss. Maybe his heart was astonished that the moment had finally arrived, but his body would not be denied. His hips began to move in time to his throbbing pulse. He lost himself in her kisses. It was all so bright and perfect that he hoped it would never end.
But Lauren’s breathing became ragged and her whimpers desperate. She clawed at his back and sobbed out his name. Her body pulsed around his.
Then it was all done except for the game-over buzzer. His balls tightened and his spine tingled. Then he was coming and groaning and spilling himself inside her for the first time.
They lay there panting and sweaty in the August heat. No air conditioning unit could ever match the explosion of pent-up sexual energy that had just happened here. “Lo,” he growled, kissing her neck. “Look at me.”
But she wouldn’t. She bit her lip and studied the couch cushion.
“Hey,” he whispered. “There’s two things that could happen now. The first one is I go home and spend the next year trying not to remember this happened, or how happy it made me. I’ll do that if you really want me to. The second choice is that I carry you to your shower for a rinse down, and then we do it several more times in your bed.”
When she finally turned to look at him, her eyes were full of tears.
“Don’t freak, honey,” he whispered. “This wasn’t an accident or a fluke. It was inevitable.”
“I know.”
“So why do you look sad?”
“I’m not the least bit sad. I’m just astonished.”
“Why? Because it was good?”
