Page 70 of Those Summer Nights (Sweet Cravings 2)

Instead he ran the tip of his nose down the length of mine. For some reason it felt even more intimate than a kiss. I opened my eyes. He was staring at me so intently, our noses a fraction of an inch away from touching again. I was completely lost in his blue eyes.

"Everyone's already up at the pool," he said. "I'm glad I have a new chicken fighting partner. We're going to crush them."

It took me a second to process what he was saying. "Oh, fun." All I wanted to do was press the button to stop the elevator and jump his bones. But he had told me what he was inviting me over for. I just hadn't realized his friends would be a part of it. He lived with his friends, though. Of course they'd be here.

But they were all at the pool. Which meant his apartment was currently empty.

"Actually, I need to use the bathroom real quick," he said and pressed the button for his floor.

"Yeah, me too." I wasn't sure why I said it. I didn't have to use the restroom. But really I just wanted to be alone with him in his apartment. Apparently that was what he wanted too. Or maybe he actually had to pee.

The elevator doors opened a second later, so I didn't have time to analyze the way he was looking at me. I watched him unlock his door. I wanted to be forward. But if he actually had to take a piss, he'd make fun of me. I bit my lip and walked into his apartment. The lights were off, but the sun was streaming in through the closed curtains.

I heard the door lock behind me. I gulped. He flipped the switch and the room was flooded in light.

"I don't actually need to go to the bathroom," I said. It was easier to be bold when I wasn't staring directly at him.

J.J. wrapped his arms around me from behind and kissed the side of my neck. "Me either." And I knew he wasn't lying. I could feel his erection pressing against the small of my back now. He pushed the bottom of my tank top up, pressing his palms against my skin.

"Aren't your friends waiting for us?"

He continued to push my tank top up until his hands reached my bikini top. He massaged my breasts through the thin fabric. "Would you be mad if I told you I was just trying to get you alone?"

I laughed, but my laugh quickly turned to a moan as his fingers found my nipples.

He untied my bikini top and pushed it and my tank top up. I lifted my arms and let him trace my skin with his fingertips as he pulled them both off. They fell to the floor. Last time I had lost my top in his apartment, I had covered myself. This time, I kept my arms to my side. I wanted him to see me. And I wanted to see him.

"You could have just come to my place if you wanted to be alone with me," I said as his fingers ran down my stomach. My whole body felt alive.

"Ever since I saw you in my room, I can't stop thinking about having you naked on my bed."

I gulped.

"And I'm barely ever alone here. I wanted to t

ake advantage of this opportunity." He undid the button on my jeans shorts and pushed them and my bathing suit bottoms down over my hips. They fell down my legs. His fingers trailed back up the insides of my thighs. One hand continued up to my breast, but the other stayed between my thighs, inching closer and closer to where I was aching for his touch.

I moaned when his fingers brushed across my wetness.

"You're so wet for me, Mila." His breath was hot against my neck. His finger encircled me, teasing me.

I moaned at his dirty words. But my moan quickly turned into a squeal when he lifted me over his shoulder and carried me to his room. There were so many things we still needed to talk about. But for just a few moments, I wanted to feel instead of think. He placed me on the edge of his bed. I wasn’t sure where he’d lost his swim trunks, but he thrust deep inside of me, my name on his lips.

Maybe I’d just feel instead of think for the rest of my life.

Chapter 20

Tuesday

“Even better than my dreams,” he whispered before placing a kiss on the top of my head. Normally I'd laugh at a comment like that. Or think it was just some line. But he sounded so sincere. Besides, I had dreamed about him too. Too many times to count. And it was better than I’d ever imagined.

I let my head rise and fall with his breath, listening to his rapid heartbeat. His bed was so much more comfortable than mine. Or maybe it was just the fact that he was in it with me. All the questions about what we were doing were still rolling around in my head, threatening to spill out. I swallowed them back down. I was not going to be the one to ruin this perfect post-sex bliss. I tried to focus on his heart racing again.

“What are you thinking?” he asked as he trailed his fingers lazily up and down my back.

That we’re running out of time and I need to make the most of every second. “Nothing.” I lifted my head off his chest so I could stare at him. “What are you thinking?” His answer was way more important to me.

“That we should have done this sooner.” He smiled, but the brightness didn’t quite reach his eyes.

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