Kiss and Break Up - Ella Fields Page 0,98
she’d pushed, knowing this particular night would be the right time to rid the memories that sometimes soured her gray eyes whenever she caught sight of Woods or Kayla. But I’d gotten to know every delectable inch of her body in every other way I could, sometimes to the point of madness, as we explored late into the night.
We’d finish, we’d play a game, watch our movies, rip on each other, and then we’d start exploring all over again.
She was every fantasy brought to life. Not a day went by when I didn’t catch myself staring at her, even for just a moment, without feeling like I’d been given a gift I probably didn’t deserve. A gift handed to me before we could even mumble and trip over each other’s names. A gift I almost lost in a mixture of bad decisions and unrecognized feelings.
“What are you thinking about?” Peggy asked once we’d checked in and stepped into the elevator.
An older couple stood to one side, a woman with stiff cheeks smiling at us knowingly.
I didn’t return it, but Peggy did, while I flicked the button for the top floor. “You sure you want me to answer that while in the company of strangers?”
Peggy’s cheeks bloomed beneath the light layer of makeup covering her freckles. It didn’t cover them completely, and I planned to have her sweating enough that I could trace my tongue and fingers over them until the sun woke. “Keep your lips shut.”
I tugged her close, bending to brush my nose over the side of her head. “Are you sure? I think you’ll like what I was just thinking about.”
Her hand tightened in mine, but she otherwise remained silent until the elevator dinged and the couple stepped out.
When the doors closed, she gazed up at me. “Scale of one to ten?”
I pretended to think hard about it. “Eleven.”
She laughed, and I was about to shove her against the mirror and steal that laughter with my mouth when the doors reopened.
We exited and headed down the beige carpeted hall to one of the two penthouse suites. I didn’t know who’d booked the other one, and I didn’t care. I’d booked this four months ago, knowing the other spoiled brats at school wouldn’t wait too long to snatch one for themselves.
Peggy slid the key card in, the door beeped, and we pushed inside.
Her hand left mine as she wandered to the window. I set our bags down, then tugged my black tuxedo jacket off and flung it over the chair in the foyer.
Her hands pressed against the glass, her breath fogging it as she gazed at downtown and all the trees, water, and houses below. “It’s always felt so small.”
“The Cove?” I asked, strolling closer as I undid my cufflinks.
“Yeah. But looking at it like this”—she stopped, her head turning, and a smile shaping her lips—“it’s anything but. It’s kind of beautiful.”
“It is,” I said, my eyes on her as I tossed the cufflinks. They hit the floor with a clatter, but I didn’t care to see where they’d rolled.
Peggy’s hands slid down the glass as mine landed on her hips, caressing, shifting the smooth material of her gown over her even smoother skin. “What do you think it’ll be like?”
“What?” I asked her neck, moving her long curls aside to graze my lips over the curve of her neck.
A fluttering sound preceded her answer. “College. Being away from home.”
My tongue pressed flat against her jumping pulse, and my front flattened hers to the glass. “You already know the answer to that.”
Her hum was more of a moan. “Enlighten me again.”
I spun her around, my hands grabbing hers and raising them above her head against the window. Her eyes were on my mouth, and her chest was rising and falling faster with every breath.
With a lick of my lips, I lowered my forehead to hers and let our noses touch. “It’ll be an adventure. The kind where I can take home with me.”
Tugging her hands away from mine, she kicked her heels off before throwing her arms around my neck. “I hope you’re going to do what I want you to.”
Her words heated my skin, my heart, and my dick.
I pressed my hands to her ass, letting her feel how hard I was. “You’ve still been taking the pill?” Her mom had gotten her a prescription a month after we’d started dating. I’d brought a string of condoms with me, but fuck if I wanted to use them.
It was