What If You & Me (Say Everything #2) - Roni Loren Page 0,78

herself on him like a cat.

But the idea burned up in a flash of heat as soon as Hill’s other hand tracked to the top edge of her panties. Oh, God. Before she had time to contemplate the gravity of what was happening, Hill had broken away from their kiss and was dragging the lacy fabric downward. She could stop him. She knew she could. But she found herself complying instead. She slipped off her sandals, a tremor working through her, and he pulled her panties down and off, tossing them to the side. Her gaze zeroed in on the little puddle of lacy fabric that was now five feet away.

Cool air drifted over her heated skin as Hill traced his hand upward from the soft part of her knee and along her inner thigh. Her body prickled with awareness and anticipation, a sheen of sweat dampening her skin. Hill kept his attention on her face when he moved his hand higher and higher and then finally brushed his fingers over the tender skin of her labia. A full-body shudder of need went through her, and she sucked in a deep breath.

He watched her like she was the most interesting movie ever made, desire flaring in his eyes as he stroked her and found her slick and needy from his touch. He groaned under his breath, the strained sound sending pleasure through Andi, and he eased his finger inside her, thick and callused and hot.

She gasped, the delicious friction making her feet arch with an electric sensation that shot down her legs. Her body clamped around him like a fist.

“God, you feel so good, Andi,” he said, his voice full of grit as he guided another finger inside her, stretching her a little and providing a toe-curling fullness. “So fucking sexy.”

She reached out blindly, gripping his wide shoulders to keep her balance. She suddenly worried her knees wouldn’t make it through this.

Hill leaned down and kissed her again, his fingers pumping slowly inside her in a rhythm that had her hips rocking along with it. His tongue stroked against hers in the same pattern, slow, deep, taking his time. He tasted like the sweet, spicy dinner they’d had and a whole lot of promise. She couldn’t get enough. The fear that had haunted her earlier had been chased into the shadows by Hill’s touch. All she could think about now was how amazing he was making her feel, how much she wanted all of him stretched out over her, pushing inside her, skin to skin, the full experience.

The scent of her own arousal drifted around them, and she moaned softly into his kiss, his fingers like magic. He broke away from her mouth, his eyes hooded, and then just when she thought he was going to come back for another kiss, he lowered himself to his knees, his fingers still working her.

“Hill,” she whispered, not sure what she was telling or asking him.

He looked up at her, face half-lit in the lamplight, and with his free hand gathered the fabric of her dress in his hand. “Hold up your dress, gorgeous. I want to see what this is doing to you.”

Oh. God.

She took the skirt of her dress in her hand and watched as he braced himself on the knee of his uninjured leg. Then he was gazing right at the place where he was touching her, his breath tickling her sensitive skin. He circled his thumb on her clit, his fingers still inside her, and she thought she was going to lose it right there, but then he shifted forward, moved his thumb away, and put his mouth on her.

Some unintelligible sound slipped from her throat at the feel of his hot tongue and soft lips. Her body lit on fire with a new cascade of sensations. His beard brushing against her tender skin. The ends of his hair tickling her thighs. She tried to process it all, wanting to remember every moment, but then his tongue circled her clit and he rocked his fingers into her, obliterating all chance of organizing her thoughts. Pleasure shot through her veins like a drug, her nails digging into his shoulders and her head tipping back against the door, rattling it. She worried she might scale the damn thing like Spider-Man. Because somehow it was too much sensation to manage all at once. Her body didn’t know how to deal with it. This was so much different than her own hand or