Her giggle filled the air between us. It was safe to say her laughter was my favorite sound in the world.
“And it’s a queen bed this time. Extra close.” She waggled her brows and rubbed the bed while smiling naughtily.
My breath caught and I found myself moving before I even really thought about my actions.
I rolled her to her back and hovered above her for a brief moment before lowering my head and covering her mouth with mine.
It felt like it had been an eternity since I kissed her, when in reality it hadn’t been more than twenty-four hours.
Her body responded beneath mine, her hips rolling against me. A little gasp sounded in the back of her throat and I groaned at the sound of it.
I took her face in my hands and held her to me.
I couldn’t get enough of the taste of her.
So incredibly sweet.
Her fingers wound into my hair, tugging lightly, and I only kissed her harder.
“Dean.” She gasped my name breathlessly and I hummed in satisfaction.
My hips rocked against her and her legs wound around my waist.
She leaned up and her breasts pushed against my chest.
My eyes nearly rolled back into my head and we weren’t even really doing anything. That was how crazy she made me feel.
I nibbled on her plump bottom lip and she moaned, her mouth opening beneath mine.
My tongue brushed hers and she made this little humming sound at the feel of it.
I wrenched myself away suddenly and rolled off the bed, flattening my back against the wall.
I was breathless and so was she.
She sat up on the bed, her blonde hair wild around her head and her eyes glazed with lust. Her lips were swollen and bruised and like a fucking caveman I felt satisfaction at the sight of them.
I did that.
“Why did you stop?” Each of her words came out as a pant.
I reached up and tugged on the ends of my hair. “I didn’t want things to go too far.”
Her brow wrinkled in confusion. “So what if it did?”
“We only had our first kiss last night,” I defended, my arms lifting at my sides. “I want to take things slow.” Couldn’t she see that I was trying to be a gentleman?
“We’ve known each other our whole lives…so what would be wrong if we had sex?”
I shook my head and my hair tumbled over my forehead. “I know, but this…us…this isn’t about sex. It’s more than that and you know it too. I won’t ruin us before we even start just because I can’t keep my dick in my pants.”
She shook her head and drew her knees up to her chest. “Fine,” she huffed, blowing a stray piece of hair out of her eyes. “I see where you’re coming from, but I wouldn’t have stopped you.”
I closed my eyes and let out a groan. “Don’t say things like that. It makes it really hard for me to be a good guy.”
My eyes flew open at the feel of her palms on my chest. She’d moved from the bed to stand in front of me and now her hands skimmed under my shirt and over the bare skin of stomach.
My heart picked up speed and sweat broke out across my forehead.