I pause, staring at her because if we do this, I can’t ditch her after one night. She’ll never be enough to fulfill my needs only once, I have to be committed to trying . . . trying to make whatever this is work. I glance up at the star filled sky, wishing for a sign. Maybe another shooting star so I could make a wish that would hopefully come true like that night when I was fourteen. But none of the bright lights zing across the sky, instead I have to search inside of myself for something that I’ve never been good at—trust.
WE BARELY BREAK apart from one another to climb out of the car. I swear Rob almost rear ended about ten cars on our way home. I tried to persuade some tongue diving, but he kept telling me we had to wait. My desire increases with every second that goes on where he doesn’t fight this mutual attraction. Every inch he releases to me grows my want a foot more for him.
Being eager to have his hands or lips on me again, I rush to the other side of the car where he slams my back across the hot hood, while his hands pin mine to the sides of my head. I arch my back off the hot hood from the engine and he takes the opportunity to dip down, nipping at my breasts through my shirt and bra.
My breath leaks out in labored pants as he releases his hold. Needing to touch him, to have him closer, I weave my fingers through his black spiky hair until they land on the base of his neck and I tug him toward me. His lips dip down and I mold my mouth to his with a frantic need that’s new for me. “Get me upstairs.”
He tears away from me and for a moment I contemplate the fear whirling in his eyes, but as quickly as his apprehension appears, it vanishes. His hands slowly move down the sides of my ribs causing my back to arch from the rush of shivers following his touch. When he grips my ass, pushes up and I jump into his waiting arms without ever breaking our kiss. It’s sloppy, wet, and uncontrolled, but it matches what we’ve been feeling these past months. How much we’ve denied our bodies their desire comes out in a raw and frantic nature.
Magically, Rob’s able to place his key in the lock and pushes us through the serenity of a vacant house, free of any witnesses. He whisks us through the kitchen, past the family room, up the stairs and when we break at the landing, I slide down his body. “Whose room?” he asks through labored breaths.
“Pick one,” I answer, trying to catch my own breath from our marathon lip lock through the house. My hand dips down to rub him through his jeans and he sucks in a sharp breath.
“Mine’s closer.” He grabs my hand and pulls me through the entryway of his room, shutting the door behind us. My heart races with the expectation of him going crazy and ripping my clothes off, but he doesn’t. “Undress for me.” He casually sits on the bed, watching me as my eyes drift around his room. In the past months, I’ve only caught glimpses of his private, serene place other than the night I tucked Matty into Rob’s bed. He’s neat and I notice the mess of guitar pics scattered around every surface. “Paige.”
I snap back to him and a seductive smile forms on from his swollen lips. He’s leaned back on his hands and my heart stammers that I’m here with him. “Yeah.” I bite my bottom lip, taking in all of him waiting there for me.
“Strip, baby.” His tone isn’t demanding, but soothingly persuading if that’s possible. Seductive and sexual stirred together.
My hands reach for the hem of my shirt, but I figure I might as well make this fun. I step closer to take up the space between his legs and he quickly straightens his back, his hands slide up the back of my thighs and he steadies himself.
Painstakingly slow, I inch the shirt up, displaying my bare stomach. Rob leans forward and peppers small kisses along my waist. I tug the shirt off and drop it to the floor, watching his burning eyes worshipping my body. Not waiting for me, his fingers skim up my back and he flicks the clasp of my bra. “I thought I was supposed to undress myself?” I tease and he continues to kiss my skin, rising quickly to my breasts.
“You’re taking too long,” he murmurs.
My fingers play with the longer strands of hair in the back of his head as he rises to his feet. Our chests are flush against one another and he cups the back of my head, tilting it up. I lose myself in his hunger filled eyes
He speeds our pace again, crashing his lips to mine and thoroughly kissing me as though he’s on a deserted island and I contain his last drop of water.
Suddenly, he’s like a damn yellow light, yielding again, cherishing and enjoying our kiss. His lips stay on mine, his tongue seeking mine out to begin a dance we’ve started to find. As his one hand weaves through my curly strands of hair, his other roams down my body. Wanting to be skin against skin, I reach for the edge of his T-shirt and lift it off of him. He groans when he has to break our kiss in order to shed it completely, but he quickly captures my mouth again, not missing a beat of where we were.
His bare chest warms not only my body, but also my heart. In this moment, I’m done. Rob is the one for me and even though he has the ability to break my heart, I don’t care. Because this is worth ten heartbreaks from the unwavering love flowing through my veins being sheltered in his arms.
Slowly, he breaks our kiss, my lips beg for more, but his lips trail down my jaw, making his way to my ear. “Unzip my pants,” he whispers. An electric jolt shocks my body while my fingers don’t waste time reaching for his button. I unsnap his jeans, and he sucks in a deep breath and I lean forward, wanting nothing more than to feel another love-induced kiss that he’s been giving me all night. My fingers find his zipper and I slowly drag it down. His thick cock springs free and a shiver runs through my body at the thought of him moving inside of me. I push his pants down, and they fall to his ankles. He toes out of his shoes and jeans, while my hand palms his erection. His body jerks but he relaxes to my touch faster than I expected.
The more I allow my hand to move along his dick, the more noises escape his mouth. With each enjoyable pleasure sound, my own wetness increases and I can’t wait until he sheds the leather pants from my body. “Turn around.”
I twist around and he guides me down to his lap. His hands skim up my thighs and he reaches around, popping open my button. Once they’re open, he hooks his thumbs on the sides, leaving only the flimsy thin layers of our underwear between us.
I step out of my pants and his large hands knead and mold by breasts. My head falls to his shoulder and his lips manipulate my neck as his hands work my body. I grind along his hardness, wiggling from the release my body is begging for.
Rob eases us down and glides my body to join his on the bed. As soon as we’re both lying down, he positions us so I’m on my back and he’s on his side. His pointer finger glides down my naked body in a slow and graceful manner leaving a path of quivers eagerly following its path. He peppers kisses to my shoulder as my hands fight for a chance to pleasure him the same way. “You’re so perfect, Paige,” he whispers and I melt from his words, my body falling into an abyss on his mattress.
He moves on top of me, kissing me hard and deep before gradually moving down my body until his face is right above my center. He brings my satin panties down my legs as he continues casting small kisses to my skin. After my underwear joins our other clothes on the floor, his palms press against my thighs, opening me for him.
With one swipe of his tongue, every nerve ending in my body surges with awareness of his proximity. He eases my legs further apart and pushes them up, so my knees are practically by my ears, opening me fully for him. Once he positions me exactly how he wants me, his tongue dives into the wetness he created between my legs. I clench and fight the restraint of his arms holding down my legs. My fingers fist his sheets with every swipe of his tongue. When he engulfs my clit into his mouth, as his tongue incessantly twirls it, my whole body begins to rise to the pleasure that’s demands to be released.