Page 120 of Moonshine Kiss
“Yes,” he hissed.
“You wouldn’t have a choice. You wouldn’t have to be the good guy. Because it’s late and I want you.”
His breath hitched, and I wondered how many fantasies we’d shared without the other knowing.
“What did I do next?” I asked.
Bowie took my hand and slid it down over his stomach to cup his hard-on through his pants.
I purred, no longer pretending to be seventeen. “Yes.”
“What next,” Bowie asked, caught up in the moment.
“We have to be together. You have to touch me. We need a room with a lock.”
“The bathroom,” he said.
“Exactly.” We kissed and pawed our way to the bathroom door, shedding our coats on the fresh carpet.
“Jesus, Cass. I’ve waited so long for this.”
“We’re in the bathroom. Door’s locked,” I said. My hands were shaking, and my insides were going to liquid. “Now what?”
“You’re wearing one of those cute pajama sets that I always loved.”
I slipped my bra off under my sweater and fished it out of one sleeve. He swallowed hard, and my nipples pebbled. He helped me shuck my leggings so I wore only the sweater.
“You’re wearing nothing but a pair of shorts,” I told him, dragging his shirt over his head. Bowie made quick work of his jeans and stood before me in just tight boxer briefs. He was so hard that the head of his cock was escaping the waistband.
He backed me up against the vanity and settled me on the counter.
“That’s better,” he said, moving between my thighs.
I needed him to touch me right here, right now.
“How far do we go?” he asked me, fisting his cock.
“As far as we can get away with.”
“I can’t believe you were thinking about this, too,” he said as I spread my legs for him. Bowie slid his hands around my ass and pulled me to the edge of the counter.
I reached down between us and closed my fingers around his shaft.
He dropped his forehead to mine as I started to stroke him, guiding his tip through my wet folds.
“What did you do when I slept over?” I asked him, hungry for pieces of him that I hadn’t had.
“I always looked in on y’all,” he confessed, staring down between us to where our bodies were almost joined.
“You did?” My heart picked up the pace, imagining it.
“I’d lay awake for hours listening to you two giggle and gossip. When y’all got quiet, I’d poke my head in to make sure you were asleep and not sneaking out.”
“And then what?”
“And then I’d picture something exactly like this,” he confessed.
I gripped him harder and reveled at the moisture that collected at his tip.
