Sidelined

He kissed her deep and hard. Instinctively she wrapped her arms and legs around him, willing him to press into her.

“Hold on.” He shifted on top of her and reached for the floor. She heard him rustle through his pockets. She laid there, her legs locked against his waist, her chest heaving, the fire in her core burning for him. “Dammit,” he mumbled.

“What’s wrong?” She didn’t want to unwind from him, but she released his waist as he sat back on his heels.

“This is awkward.” He ran his fingers over the top of his hair. “Do you have any condoms?”

Sudden panic and full-on embarrassment ran through her. Condoms? If she had them did that say she had sex all the time and therefore kept an ample supply in close proximity? Or if she didn’t, did it say she was a lonely spinster who never had sex because she was a total workaholic? Since she couldn’t bullshit her way out of her desperate spinster status, she sat back on the couch, her palms pressed against her forehead.

“No. I don’t.”

“Shit.” He breathed heavily. “Sorry, I thought I had one.”

The shadows from the blinds, slashed across his face. “So, you usually keep them with you for medical emergency trips?” she asked.

He chuckled. “Yeah, something like that.” He turned toward her. “I guess sex is out, but that doesn’t mean everything else is.” He grinned as he pulled her under him.

“Wh—what are you doing?” She wiggled under him, not sure what was happening. Without a condom, she assumed her hormones would have to go back in check. It was a disappointing thought.

“There are other ways we can make each other feel good.” He smiled as his head dipped toward her breasts, and his tongue began a slow delicious torture that had Skye writhing under him.

“Oh,” she sighed. “Ok. Keep. Doing. That.” Everything that came from her mouth was breathy.

His hand slipped between her legs and parted her so he was touching her where she hadn’t been touched in forever. She tried to bring her knees together, but it felt good the way he stroked and moved his fingers inside her until she was rocking her hips toward him faster. She didn’t care how it made her look or that she was going to ask for more. Being with a total stranger stripped away inhibitions that usually kept her on the safe and quiet side of her sensuality. She’d never see this guy again.

“Don’t stop,” she begged. “Please.”

“You like it?” he whispered in her neck.

“More, give me more,” she pleaded. She gripped on to him with her life as she thrust against his hand. “I want it.”

Was almost-sex with a stranger supposed to feel this incredible? She didn’t know, she just wanted to take it. He could kiss her, lick her, touch her anyway he wanted if it felt like this. She felt her core tighten and pulse as he moved against her. Why weren’t there any damn condoms? She held on as long as she could, but he was skilled and she was no match for his fingers. At first it was a slow wave that shook her until finally she was trembling and panting underneath him from massive waves of electric heat.

“Oh my God.” She covered her face with her hands. “I can’t believe I just did that.”

He kissed her, his tongue working its way into her mouth. Just when she thought she had hit the highest level of embarrassment, he made her forget all about it with a kiss that made her drunker than the moscato wine.

“That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.” He broke from the kiss.

“Really?” she winced.

“Absolutely. I can now scratch making a librarian come off my bucket list.” He winked, then kissed her shoulder.

Skye slinked deeper into the couch. What had she just done? Making up a fake identity and having drinks with a total stranger was one thing. Bringing him back to her apartment, getting naked, and letting him give her the most explosive orgasm she’d had in a year was something entirely different. But damn, it was incredible. Her entire body felt relaxed and fulfilled in his arms.

He was still hovering over her. Was he waiting for something? He bit his lower lip as he scooped her in his hands and flipped her onto his chest.

“Whoa—what?” The room spun as she tried to catch her new bearings. It was a whole new perspective sitting on top of this incredibly hot stranger.

Even in the dark, she could see his killer smile. “My turn.”

He positioned her legs over his waist as his fingers dug into the soft flesh above her hipbones. His thumbs pressed down causing her hips to rock back and forth. She began to grind against him to relieve the pressure.

“Oh my God.” Her head flew back and she cursed the condom situation again.

“Like that.” He groaned. He grasped at her breasts and the rocking quickened. “Come for me again.” He clutched at her lower back and Skye heard the moans rising from her throat as his breath quickened. For not-sex, this was fucking amazing.

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