He chuckled. “I like jealous G.”
“Do I have any right to be?”
He spun me around and swept my wet hair away from my face. “I’d be sad if you weren’t.” His lips inched closer and closer to mine, and I wondered if he was waiting for me to make the first move. He had to realize, after tonight, I had my guard up. “Those girls meant nothing to me,” he said, before my lips collided with his. They were wet and delicious. Our tongues tangled, jockeying for control that I shamelessly surrendered to him. He could take the lead.
Thayer
Giselle pulled out of the kiss way too soon. “I’m on the pill.”
She was definitely trying to kill me with that piece of information because it meant she was giving me free rein. “Will you do something for me?” I asked.
She chewed on her bottom lip and nodded.
I grasped her hips and twisted her away from me. “Place your hands on the wall.”
She did as I asked.
I slipped my hands up her body until my fingers splayed over her breasts. I rolled her nipples between my fingers, and her breath caught in her throat. I fucking loved that sound. I continued playing with her nipples as I pressed open-mouthed kisses over the wet skin on her neck. She arched her back, and her ass pushed into me. She was getting impatient. I thrust slowly, letting my cock glide between her legs. She whimpered, needy for more, but I wanted to prolong this. I needed to.
“Thayer,” she begged.
“I’m right here.”
“Stop teasing me.”
“What do you want?” I asked, needing to hear her say it after I was forced to spend time with girls who weren’t her.
“I want you inside of me.”
Yup. She was definitely trying to kill me because reality was proving to be so much sweeter than my fantasies. I wasted no more time. I hooked one arm around her stomach and placed my other hand over hers on the wall. I aligned us and rolled my hips, thrusting inside of her.
“Gahhhhhh,” she groaned, her head falling against my shoulder as her back arched.
“Je-sus. You feel amazing,” I ground out as I found my rhythm driving in and out of her. She was so wet everywhere.
“Just. Like. That,” she insisted.
I lowered my mouth to her shoulder, sucking on her wet skin.
“Thayer,” she breathed.
“Still here.”
“Move your hand lower.”
“Show me where,” I said, needing her to do it.
She pressed her cheek to the wet tiles and lowered the hand I wasn’t covering. She slipped it down her stomach and gently brought my fingertips to her clit. “Please,” she said, keeping her hand over mine.
I flicked her clit, and her knees almost buckled.
“Gentle,” she breathed.
“I can do gentle,” I said, pressing more kisses to her wet skin as my finger traced circles over her clit.
“Oh fuck,” she cursed.
“Good?”