Page 35 of The Love You Fight For
Her chest rises and falls rapidly under her silk pajama top. Her cheeks and neck are sporting a deep pink flush. And just to be an asshole, I drag my eyes to her chest where her pebbled nipples are visible through the fabric.
“Or maybe I’m wrong.” I sit back against the couch and spread my arms over the back of it.
Her eyes scan my naked chest. She chews the inside of her cheek and lets her eyes drop lower, resting first on my abs before dropping even lower and landing on the outline of my erection in my joggers.
“Do you ever think about it?” she asks finally. She uncrosses her legs and brings her eyes back to mine. “Do you ever wonder what it would have been like if we hadn’t stopped?”
“Yes.”
My answer is immediate and honest. Even when I was with Sable, I would sometimes find my mind drifting to that night with Sam in my truck. How fast things got hot between us. How she put a stop to them even faster.
And then she just fucking disappeared.
No call. No text. Not a single sighting for weeks after.
“Me too.” She rises and steps around the coffee table until she’s standing in front of me.
I widen my legs so she can step between them, but I don’t reach for her. I made that mistake once before, and I won’t do it again. I keep my arms planted on the back of the couch and watch with bated breath as she straddles my thighs and lowers her ass to my lap.
I hiss the moment she makes contact with my hard cock.
“I hate that hat,” she says, eyes stuck on my camo ballcap.
“I know.” I grin, then take it off my head and put it backward onto hers.
She rolls her eyes, but then she tentatively moves her hips, dragging her pussy over my cock. I groan and move my hands to her waist, halting her.
“What are you doing, princess?”
My voice is low, nearly a growl, and there’s no mistaking the warning there. She smiles sweetly and moves her hips again.
“Finishing what we started,” she says, and my restraint snaps.
My hand wraps around her neck and I pull her mouth to mine, finally tasting those plump lips again. They’re so much softer this time without the lipstick, but they move just as commandingly as before.
She kisses me hungrily, whimpering as her body moves over mine,dry fucking my cock through our clothes. Her hands roam up and down my torso, squeezing my biceps and shoulders until I grab her arms and move them behind her back. I gather both of her wrists in one of my hands, locking them there, so her shoulders are pressed together, and her breasts are thrust toward my face. She struggles a little, but when I start to unbutton her top with my free hand, she goes pliant.
I press kisses to her jaw, neck, and chest while I undo her buttons, making sure my lips touch each inch of flesh as it becomes exposed. When her shirt falls open, I sit back and take her in. Arms pinned back, chest heaving, bare and begging to be worshiped, and my camo ballcap sitting backward on top of her head.
“Fuck, you’re gorgeous.”
I flick my tongue over one dusty pink nipple, and she moans. I suck it into my mouth and swirl my tongue around it before biting down lightly. She gasps and grinds her pussy over my cock, so I move to her other nipple and give it the same treatment. I can feel her growing wetter, her heat seeping through the thin silk fabric of her bottoms onto my pants, so I thrust up against her.
“Oh fuck.” She gasps, and I chuckle.
Keeping her wrists captive in one hand, I take the other hand that’s been gripping Sam’s waist and move so it’s splayed on her pelvis. I dip into her bottoms so I can rub on her clit with my thumb.
“Yes,” she says, eyes stuck on my hand. “Like that.”
She takes my mouth again in another possessive kiss, and I welcome it. She fucks my mouth with her tongue and dry fucks my cock with her hungry little pussy while I rub on her clit. She tugs against my grip on her wrists, but I tug back, making her arch her back more. She grinds down on my dick harder, her pelvis chasing the friction of my thumb on her clit.
“You’re a greedy little thing, aren’t you, princess?”
She whimpers and bites her lip, her eyes pleading with me so sweetly that I give in and give her what she wants. I rub her clit faster and pepper open-mouthed kisses to her neck and chest.
“I’m so close.” She pushes harder onto my thumb. “I’m so close.”
I sit back and watch her face as I tend to her. As she moves her body with her arms locked behind her. When she tilts her head to the ceiling and opens her mouth on a silent cry, it’s got to be one of the sexiest things I’ve ever seen.
