Page 76 of The Love of My Next Life
The retort is whispered but hurled at the same time. An accusation, and from the looks of it, she hates that she went there. She’s shown she cares, and it snaps my restraint.
I close the distance, wrap my hand around her neck, and pull her to me. Her lips crash into mine without hesitation. She opens for me immediately, and our shared groans mingle the moment our tongues touch. I walk her back until her legs hit the bed, then I push her onto it and cover her body with mine, without breaking the kiss.
Her legs part and wrap around my waist, and I use my hand to shove her skirt up past her hips. I grip her thick thigh and squeeze.
Fuck, the things I want to do to this body.
“Macon,” she sighs when I drag my lips from her mouth to her jaw. She presses her body into me, rubbing on my hard cock, and I groan against her skin.
“We can’t,” she pants out, but she doesn’t stop moving on me. Doesn’t stop teasing my dick with her heat. “We can’t do this. It’s wrong.”
“Lennon,” I rasp between kisses. “Shut up.”
She huffs out a laugh, and her hands tighten in my hair. I move down her body, pressing kisses everywhere possible. I pull her shirt up to her neck and kiss the swell of her breasts, tugging down one of the cups, so I can suck on her nipple. I trace my tongue along the outside of her stupidly cute, little belly button. I push her skirt up so its sitting under the band of her bra and bite those fucking sexy hip dips.
“Oh my god,” she cries, and tries to tighten her thighs around my shoulders. “Are you doing what I think you’re doing?”
Her voice is shocked, but her blown pupils and quivering body are aroused.
“What do you think I’m doing,Astrea?” I ask as I move lower, then press a kiss to her panty-covered pussy.
She hisses, but instead of answering, she tightens her grip in my hair. I lick her over her panties, and she whimpers.
“You think I’m going to tongue-fuck you?” I taunt, licking her again. “Is that what you think I’m going to do?”
“Are you?” she asks between pants.
I chuckle, taking my finger and slipping it past the crotch of her underwear, swiping through her wetness and biting back a groan. I hook my finger in her panties and tug them to the side, revealing her glistening pussy.
“Fuck me, Lennon,” I rasp, dropping my forehead to her inner thigh and clamping my eyes shut.
Of course, she’d have a beautiful fucking pussy. Of course, she fucking would.
“Macon,” she whines, and my dick aches. She wiggles again, and I open my eyes and look up into her face. Propped on her elbows, Lennon’s hazel eyes are wild with need and watching me with rapt attention. I press a kiss to her inner thigh, and she bites her lip.
My heart is racing so fucking fast, it’s going to leap out of my damn chest.
“Lenny!” Claire calls from somewhere in the hall, and Lennon and I whip our heads to her door. I hear the footsteps pounding up the stairs, but I can’t move.
“Len, we’re gonna be late!” Claire calls again, closer this time. Lennon’s body is rigid, and we’re both frozen in place.
I glance at the handle on Lennon’s door.
Unlocked.Fuck.
Then—bang, bang, bang—“Let’s go!”
More footsteps, moving away this time, then a door opening across the hall.
The moment we realize that Claire went into her own bedroom, we spring into action. I jump off Lennon and help her up, tugging her skirt back into place.
“Coming,” she yells, pulling down her shirt and shoving me into her closet, just as the door to her room flings wide open. I plaster myself to the wall behind a row of clothing.
“Sorry,” I hear her say with forced brightness. “Let’s go.”
They leave the room, shutting the door behind them, and I slide to the floor and drop my head in my hands. I work on slowing my breathing, calming my pounding heart, and then I get up and let myself out quietly.
I might have to go through the entire day with a raging case of blue balls, but I’ve also got a smirk I can’t shake off.
