Page 110 of Hot Damn
Mouth and hands on her, I barely give either of us time to breathe.
I’m rough, reckless, ravenous.
I’m not holding back. I can’t.
The desire I feel, the fire burning bright, is marrow deep and if I don’t quench my thirst, it will take us both down in a blaze so hot there will be nothing left but ashes.
Her hands are on my head, her fingers tangled in my hair, tugging as though she’s trying to keep me close.
She needn’t worry. I’m not going anywhere until we’ve doused the flames burning my bones, licking at my skin.
I might not know from experience what to do, but I know what I want to do.
And it’s not Cam on my kitchen counter.
“Fuck.” Tearing my mouth from hers, I gasp for breath, my whole body vibrating with need. “We have to move this to the bedroom.”
She looks at me like I’m crazy. “I’m good here.” To prove her point she uses her grip on my hair to yank me closer again.
“I haven’t had sex in eighteen years. I’m not breaking that run by fucking you on my kitchen counter,” I growl as I pull her against me and lift. “I want you in my bed. Spread out so I can touch every inch of you.”
“Oh, okay.” Her fingers slip from my hair as she lowers her arms and wraps them around my neck. “I’m good with that too.”
Turning with her in my arms, I head for the stairs only to be brought up short when she leans back.
“Wait. Wait? Eighteen years?” She looks at me incredulously. “You were serious about that? I thought?—”
“I’d never lie about something like that.”
“No.” She shakes her head. “You wouldn’t lie about that.”
“If you don’t want to do this…” I can’t believe I’m saying this, giving her time to rethink her decision, but we can’t keep going if she’s not fully onboard. I’d never force myself on anyone.
“Beckett, you cannot honestly believe I would want to stop after that kiss. After last night’s kiss.”
“I… Well.” I shrug. “I might not be any good at this.”
“Oh, you’re plenty good at this and we’ve barely started. Take me wherever you want as long as it means you’ll kiss me again.”
“I hope you’ll let me do more than kiss you.”
“Beckett, you better do more than kiss me. I want you to fuck me.”
My dick throbs and it’s all I can do to keep us on track. Laughing, I get us moving again and when I reach the stairs, I take them two at a time.
“Pretty sure I’m going to embarrass myself the second I get inside you, especially when you say things like that. But I need to make it worth it for you before we get to that.”
“But—”
“Yeah, I’m practically a virgin. Doesn’t mean I don’t know how to make it good for you.”
“You already have.”
“Not enough. I’d prefer to strip you out of my shirt and indulge everything I can think of but never done.”
“I’m sure you did a lot with…”
“No. And that’s another ugly story I’d rather not get into right now. I want us to be the only two people in my bed when I get you there.”
