evening turns into a lazy morning.”
We pick up exactly where we left off the night before. We are our crazed selves once again, aching for each other’s mouths and tongues. My fingers find their rightful spot in his thick curls. When my knuckles curl against the impossibly soft strands, I moan into his mouth. My oh my, his curls say to my hands. Lovely seeing you again. How we’ve missed you.
His hands remain flat on the wall behind me, not touching me at all. They don’t need to. The rest of his body is doing more than enough. His entire lower half is pressed against my lower half. To call it grinding would be dirty and inaccurate. This isn’t a club, and he isn’t shoving his body into mine like a clumsy oaf. He’s pressing ever so slightly with purpose. It’s a strange way to describe it, but it’s true. There’s care in the way his body is making contact with mine. The rhythm is steady and slow, but deliberate. I wonder if this is how his body moves when he has a naked woman underneath him. I’ll find out soon enough.
His hands don’t stay away for long. They spring off the locker wall and spread against my rib cage, then up to my breasts. He gives both a gentle squeeze. His tongue curls away from mine as I feel him smile.
He grabs my hands, which are wrapped around his neck, and presses them against the wall behind me. They’re shoulder level now. Our fingers interlace quickly, like they’ve pulled this move together countless times. I break our kiss for a second.
“Is this what you did in high school?” I manage to say after a few breaths.
He shakes his head no, then kisses me. “I’m not into PDA,” he finally says with labored breath. “But I’d be into doing this in the stairwell at work.”
“Yes,” I gasp. “First thing Monday morning, we’re sneaking away and doing exactly this.”
I lean the front of my pelvis against him. There’s a rock-hard bulge protruding from his pants that I don’t need to see to appreciate. I wonder if we’ll be one of those work couples whose productivity suffers because we’re too busy fooling around in the supply closet. I hope so.
I roll my head, my hair bunching up against the metal. I’m still restrained by his thick arms and his powerful lower half. When I close my eyes, his hands drop to the backs of my thighs. In one swift motion, he lifts me up and my legs instinctively wrap around his waist. I’m still bracing my back against the locker. One of his hands runs roughly through my hair while the other strokes the side of my neck. We’re locked in a stare once again. All I see is gray against a cloud of creamy white.
The way he easily keeps me pinned against this random locker is an unexpected turn-on for me. His muscled body exists as a result of impressive amounts of physical activity, and this is the reward. I squeeze my legs around him tighter. It’s more than just physical attraction though. It’s contentment, the feeling of safety. It’s the knowledge that I’ve never felt more at home with anyone than when I’m in Tate’s arms. It’s enough to make me explode right here in this dimly lit hallway of lockers.
“Let’s get out of here,” I say between long, sloppy kisses. I’m clutching his face between my hands. My tan fingers pop against the whiteness of his complexion. I adore how beautifully our skin contrasts.
He nods before lowering me down slowly, my back sliding along the locker. I kick my feet to the ground and steady myself. There’s an echo of laughter at the far end of the hall, and we turn in unison. A handful of people glance at us but continue walking.
“Good thing we stopped when we did.” He pulls at his belt. “That would have been awkward.”
I nod toward his crotch. “Are you going to be okay walking out of here or do you need a minute?”
He looks down and laughs softly. “Nothing a simple waistband tuck can’t fix.”
I laugh, the sharp sound ricocheting between the metal walls.
“Let’s say bye to Natalie and Brendan. Then we can get the hell out of here and head to my place,” he says.
I follow him back into the gym, smoothing my hair down to make myself presentable. We spot them standing and chatting on the far side.
The cake table comes