Cheesy on the Eyes by Teagan Hunter Page 0,48

slow kisses along my jaw, all the way up to just under my earlobe, then back to the edge of my lips. He repeats his actions on the other side, and I swear his lips are made of fire with the way my skin is burning beneath his touch.

“Sully…” I breathe. I don’t want to break the spell, but I know I need to. “The rules…”

“Fuck the rules,” he says, voice rough and strong and sure. “The rules are horseshit.”

“But we need them. I need them. We shouldn’t be doing this. Lines are going to blur…”

“Then let’s blur them together.” He runs his nose along my neck. “You smell so fucking good, so goddamn sweet.” He breathes me in. “I bet you taste sweet too.”

His words vibrate against me, going straight between my legs where I am dying to feel him.

As if he can hear my thoughts, he drags his hand up to the zipper on my coveralls and inches it down.

I let him.

“What are you doing to me?” I whisper, letting my eyes fall shut, falling into his touch.

He pulls his lips from my throat, and I can feel him watching me.

I peel my eyes back open, meeting his heated gaze.

“I’m going to kiss you,” he tells me. “And then I’m going to fuck you.”

I swallow back my moan.

“Right here on this workbench. I’m going to fuck you. Hard. Then I’m going to take you back to my place, and I’ll do it again. And again.” His grip tightens on my hair, just enough for it to hurt in all the right ways. “We’re not going to think about rules or what it means. It’s just sex, just relieving the tension. We’re gonna leap, and we’re not going to overthink the fall.”

I blink up at him, my body humming with need.

Not with want.

No, I need Sully, need to feel his mouth on me, his hands. I need to feel him inside me.

I need to feel him more than I’m scared of what this is going to mean in the morning, what it’ll mean later. We’re adults. We can have casual sex. And if we can’t, we’ll cross that bridge when we get to it.

I can’t keep denying myself what I want.

He loosens his grip, massaging away the sting he created from his hold. “What do you say, Thea?” he whispers in my ear. “You in?”

I gulp…and leap.

Slice Twelve

Sully

I push all doubts racing through my mind away and vow to not ruin this by overthinking it.

It feels too damn good for it to be wrong.

Placing kisses all along her neck, I slide my hand inside her coveralls, pushing them off her shoulders and down her arms with ease.

I trace my fingertips back up the bare skin, and though my touch is simple, I know she feels it everywhere, goose bumps breaking out across her flesh. Her nipples poke through her thin shirt, and I reach for one, pinching the hardened bud between my thumb and forefinger hard.

I want to see how far I can push her.

She gasps at the pain, her sounds quickly subsiding into pants. I do it again, this time applying more pressure, and she arches into my touch, itching for more.

I want more too.

I kiss a path down her chest, straight to her nipple, and close my mouth around it. She lets out another soft gasp at the contact. I suck and nip, adding more pressure with each assault. I take my time licking at her breasts, loving how heavy they feel in my palms.

I play with her until I can’t stand it, needing to feel her bare.

As I grab the hem of her thin gray tank, she lifts her arms, letting me pull it over her head, tossing it I don’t even know where.

She sits before me in nothing but her coveralls around her waist and a bra I have a distinct feeling isn’t her I’m about to fuck bra.

And yet, she looks fucking incredible.

There’s a slight hesitation as she sits so exposed in front of me, but I won’t have it.

She needs to feel like the goddess she is.

“You’re perfect, Thea,” I tell her, my hands going to her boots. I untie them, then throw them off to the side, not giving a shit where they land. “But I bet you’d look better in nothing at all.”

I haul her off the workbench and set her on her feet, hands squeezing at her hips because I almost don’t want to let her go, fearful she’s going