First to Fail (Unraveled #3) - Marie Johnston Page 0,19

and jerked her foot back. I followed, stretching out on top of her. “You take that back.”

Her sharp inhale and the desire that flared in her eyes encouraged me not to back away. She stared up at me, her eyes luminous, her body molten underneath me. That damn sweatshirt was covering the best of her curves. It was no longer as cute as it had been in the store.

“I guess we’re done watching movies?” Her breathy tone ignited the lust that had been simmering all evening. She shifted, her legs parting to cradle me.

I settled farther over her, propping my arms behind her back to spare her from an awkward angle. Our mouths were a whisper apart, but I didn’t close the distance yet. “Is there anything else you want to see?”

“I came here to see you and I happen to be exactly where I want to be.” She pulled her lower lip between her teeth. Had she surprised herself? Because I was delighted.

Dropping my head, our lips touched. I took my time, savoring the satin of her lips, the way her chest pressed into me when she took a breath. She opened for me first, her tongue darting out.

Yes. I’d been dreaming about her body for a week, but it had felt like months. A low rumble reverberated in my chest as I deepened the kiss. She tasted like the sparkling strawberry water we’d been drinking—fresh, fruity, and tingly.

She skimmed her hands up my back and my shirt bunched up with the effort. I’d take it off, but I didn’t want to break the kiss. If it were up to me, I wouldn’t break the kiss all night. Her embrace tightened as she surged into me, rubbing her pelvis against mine. I’d been half hard around her all night, but blood rushed to my groin until my erection was painful and aching. I answered by rocking into her.

To keep her from being crunched into the corner of the sofa, I maneuvered one arm between us to tunnel underneath her sweater. Her skin was soft, hot, and so smooth I didn’t think I’d ever be able to keep my hands to myself around her. The inviting curves of her back ran under my hand until the lace of her bra hit my fingertips. Deftly tucking my fingers under the band, I tested its resistance. The elastic gave easily until I could lift the bra above her breasts.

I closed my hand over a warm mound of flesh, and she arched into me. It was hard to maintain the kiss with an arm between us and our frantic undulating. I abandoned her mouth to nibble a path under her chin. She shivered in my arms, her moan echoing in my ears while her legs wrapped around my hips.

I wanted her naked, but it was too soon. Having her in my house, in my arms, was more than enough. She was willing to risk discovery, but if we took it too fast, too soon, she might talk herself out of exploring how strong this connection was between us.

I trailed a path with my mouth to her collarbone, my face tucked into her sweatshirt. Rolling her nipple between my fingers, I debated lifting her top to get at it with my lips, but she was straining under me like she wanted more, needed more. I abandoned her breast, my hand mourning the loss of her heat, and found the waistband to her pants.

I almost cheered when I realized it was an elastic waist, no button or zipper. Weren’t those called jeggings or something? I didn’t care at the moment. For once the state of women’s fashion didn’t perplex me. She’d loosened the hold her legs had around me, creating enough of a gap I could wedge a hand between her clothing and skin.

Blood hammered through my cock. Losing the stimulation of her rocking against me was maddening, but it was just as satisfying seeing to her pleasure. I got my own pleasure from her breathy gasps and the way she writhed against me.

The material of her underwear was lacy like her bra. I bet they matched. Ms. Shaw didn’t go for unmatched undergarments. Maybe someday I’d get to see, but tonight I was content to ride the wave of sensations between us.

I dipped under her panties. Her skin was hot and the farther I went, the wetter she got. Her excitement made it easier to slide a finger through her folds.

She jerked in my