It starts slow, just to give her a second to change her mind.
Thank God, she doesn't change her mind. Her hands find the front of my shirt and hold on, and I feel the small catch of her breath against my mouth before she presses closer.
I slide one hand up her back, slow. She arches into it.
I break away from the kiss, though it kills me. "Tell me if I cross a line—”
“What line?" she says against my mouth. "There’s no line.”
I walk her back toward the wall, and her hands slide up over my shoulders, fingers curling at the back of my neck. When her back meets the wall, she makes a soft sound that makes my dick throb with need.
I pull back just far enough to look at her. Her hair is messed from my hands. Her eyes are a little dazed. And she looks like she doesn't mind that one bit.
"Hi," she says.
I almost smile. "Hi."
She tugs me back down until my lips are pressed to hers again.
This time there's nothing slow about it. Her tongue slides against mine as my fingers tangle in her soft hair.
“Bedroom,” I groan.
We stumble to the bedroom without breaking the kiss, knocking over a side table and toppling the vase where she’d put the wildflowers I brought her.
"Stay on the trail,” I tease.
She giggles, pulling me further down the hall.
The bedroom is dim, just the last slant of evening through the curtains. I take in the sight of her once more, hair loose around her shoulders. Eyes steady on mine, no second-guessing in them.She’s so fucking perfect.
"You're staring," she says.
"I want to see more, gorgeous.”
I reach for the hem of her shirt and pause there, giving her the chance to say no. She lifts her arms in answer, and I pull it over her head and set it aside. She's unreal. Soft curves, warm skin, the kind of figure that begs to be touched.
She reaches for my shirt next, fingers working the buttons with quiet focus. When she pushes it off my shoulders her palms drag down over my chest and arms like she's making her own inventory, unhurried, and I’m happy to let her do it.
"Micah." Her voice is low and a little unsteady.
I bring her down onto the bed and take my time undressing her. When she’s completely bare, I cover every inch of her body with kisses. I start at her lips and slowly make my way down each and every curve, from the crook of her neck to the peaks of her breasts, along the curve of her hips, until I’m finally exactly where I want to be.
Nowthis… this is the tastiest thing I’ve ever had in my mouth.
I explore her folds with my tongue, sucking gently on her clit. Her hips buck against my face and I firmly hold them down withmy hands as I devour her. Every sound she makes is unguarded, and each one makes my cock throb with desire.
“Micah,” she moans. “I’m close… so close.”
I dip two fingers inside her, thrusting as I lap at her clit. She cries out, coming apart on my tongue.
I move over her, getting into position. “I need you, Jenny… please.”
“I need you, too—”
Before she’s even finished talking, I plunge into her. Maybe I should take it slow. Maybe I should exercise some restraint. But I can’t.
I. Fucking. Can’t.