Chasing Ella (Love Ever After 1) - Page 11

“Nice try, Finch.” Damn, I’m ballsy tonight. “Let me ask you something, and that will determine my answer.”

“Okay, shoot.” His hands are still on my mask, and I pray that he doesn’t use his man strength to peel it off.

“Do you want me?”

“Yes,” he grunts, “so fucking bad.”

“Then, I have rules.”

He nods, telling me to keep going.

“I don’t want you to know my name. I don’t want you to take off my mask, but, if you happen to get me out of this dress, I guess all bets are off. But you will never know anything about me. Are you okay with that?”

“More than okay, as long as I get to have you.”

“Then let go of my mask,” I demand because Finch is not taking this off me without a fight.

He lowers his hands along with mine and then releases me from his grasp. The electricity that pulses between us is palpable, all too consuming in such a small space. Without warning, he slides his hands up my arms, leaving a trail of tiny dots that prick my skin. The warmth from his skin leeches into mine and spreads like wildfire inside me.

My body aches for him, every movement he makes going straight to my core. I want him to touch me, hold me, and kiss me in all the right places. This moment is worth every bit of humiliation and hassle it took to get here. I knew Finch was worth the risk. Even though he’s one of the sport's elite on campus, he’s not one of them in the same sense as his teammates or fraternity brothers. He lacks the financial means they have, which makes him more like me than them.

We share this connection. It’s so intense and real, like two live wires joined together, creating sparks when Finch dips down to kiss me on the lips, invading my mouth with his tongue. At first, he’s tender and soft, with each kiss growing more passionate and determined, as he sets his hand on the back of my head to deepen the kiss.

So much is happening between my legs with just one kiss. But it’s so much more. From the moment I saw Finch, this kiss was everything I wanted. I say a silent prayer while he devours me with his tongue that he feels what I do for him, and that I’m not just imagining the instant connection we’re forging, as we allow our bodies to do the talking.

Shawn

What is this masked girl doing to me?

The more I kiss her, the more I feel myself falling into her, our bodies and minds fusing together as one. I’ve never had this kind of connection with a girl I just met—or any person, for that matter. I wish she would break the party rules and tell me her name. I want to know the name of the girl who has me so entranced by her beauty as if I’m under her spell.

With each kiss, I grow harder, tenting my slacks to the point I am in physical pain from the pressure building. She challenged me to get her out of this dress. Only the people who live here know about this part of the house, so that should give us some privacy from the rest of the partygoers.

But that’s not how I want her. I want to take my time with a girl this beautiful. She also doesn’t seem like the type to have a one-night stand. There’s a certain wholesomeness to this girl, despite her practically begging me to take her right here in this hallway.

My hand slips beneath the top of her dress, and I get even harder when I discover she’s not wearing a bra, granting me easier access. Massaging her full, perky tit, I peel my lips from hers and stare into her eyes.

“Beautiful,” I mutter, and she smiles. She is so fucking beautiful and innocent. Pure and so unlike the sorostitutes and football groupies that throw themselves at me on campus.

I push her dress down further to expose her skin to the cold air, and her nipple grows harder beneath the pad of my thumb. She hisses, biting down on her bottom lip, as I take her nipple in my mouth. Threading her fingers through my hair, she moans my name and tells me how much she wants me in a singsong voice. I bet I want her even more.

At the rate she’s writhing beneath me, I could make her come just by sucking and biting on her nipple. And I haven’t even gotten to her other breast. I roll my tongue gently over the swollen bud just to tease her, but also so, I can prolong the foreplay between us. I’m still trying to figure out how to get under the layers of her dress without ruining it.

When it comes to football, I can navigate the field like Columbus without a map, yet I can’t figure out how to get her out of this damn dress. She has me so off my game. The way she moans my name causes me to work faster. But how can I focus? Every groan of pleasure from her lips sends me over the edge.

Cupping both of her breasts, I shove my face between them and take my time with each one. We haven’t broken eye contact once. But I want to give the rest of her some extra attention. I work my way up her chest and to her neck, settling on her mouth.

She purrs my name, and with her lips already parted for me, I slip my tongue inside her mouth, dividing and conquering her body, as my hands wander her delicate skin. She’s so soft, her skin as smooth as satin against my calloused palms.

We get lost in one another, so fucking lost that when the door opens, and she almost falls backward as my roommates come inside, it takes every ounce of strength I have not to lose my hold on her. She screams so loud it pierces my eardrum, and probably my brothers. Her hand flies up to her breasts, but I already have her covered and flat against my chest. I doubt anyone saw her tits with how fast everything happened.

Still, even with the mask covering most of her face, I can tell she’s mortified. She sinks her face into my chest, and I cradle her, allowing my brothers to pass through. One of them points at their face to tell me I forgot my mask. Another gives me thumbs up and nods at the mystery girl in my arms. She’s a score all right. Good thing I got to her first.

After they pass, she wiggles free from my grasp and pulls her dress up and back into place. Her mask had slid to the side while we were kissing, but I still can’t see enough of her face. I doubt I will ever forget those eyes that are such a deep blue they seem as though they pop out from the mask and illuminate her face. And those full, luscious lips that part just for me.

“This was perfect,” she says in a hushed tone. “Everything I had imagined it would be.” She stands up on her tippy toes and kisses me on the cheek. “Thank you.”

It doesn’t even occur to me that she’s bailing on me until she turns on her heel and pushes open the door. She gives me a quick wave that I return, confused. Then, she slips through the opening and disappears into the darkness. Stunned, I stand there like an idiot and touch the spot on my cheek where she had left her last kiss. It’s not until thirty seconds after she’s gone that I realize I need to go after her. I cannot let her leave without knowing her name or getting her phone number.

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