Wild Tendy (IceCats 2)

I deepen the kiss, needing to taste every single bit of her mouth. I feel myself getting harder with each sweep of our tongues. She kisses like a fucking dream, and I really don’t know how she does anything but kissing. She needs to be kissing someone every second of the day. Me, preferably. I press my nose into hers, drawing the kisses out as I slide my hands down her back to her ass. It’s thick and utterly flawless. She gasps for breath as we part, and I find myself taken with the way her lashes kiss her cheeks.

When she looks up at me, her lips are swollen, and it takes everything out of me not to capture that mouth once more. Ah, fuck it. I want—no, I need to. I drop my mouth to hers once more, and she meets me eagerly, her lips as wanton as mine. She wraps her arms around my neck, her bottle hanging against my back as we kiss and tease each other. Her teeth are dangerous and have me harder than a pipe as she rakes them across my lips. Heat is radiating off her, and soon, I can’t control myself. I run my hands over her butt, and when I lift her off the ground, she wraps her legs around my waist. Thank God she wants me just as much as I want her.

Against her lips, I whisper, “I think we should take this inside. My neighbor is a peeper.” She smiles against my lips, hard, and I notice her dimples for the first time. “You have dimples.”

She covers her face quickly. “I hate them.”

“What! Why? They’re amazing!”

She shakes her head. “They’re funny-looking.”

I pull her hand down and kiss her lips. “They’re stunning.”

She bites her lip as she gazes down at me. The heat between us is molten-hot and unstoppable. In a low and raspy voice, she whispers, “I think we should take this inside.”

She doesn’t have to tell me twice. I capture her mouth once more and hold her so close to me. She squeezes her thighs around my waist, and everything explodes inside me. I need to get her inside before I blow my load right here. I tear my mouth from hers and, while still carrying her, head inside. She slides her mouth along my ear, my neck, my jaw as I shut the door behind us. Her teeth move along my skin, making each hair on my body stand to attention as I carry her through the living room. I need more space than the couch would provide.

Once in my room, I lay her down on the bed before I take the cider from her. With my free hand, I grab a coaster out of the nightstand and set the cider on it. I can’t do water rings. They haunt me, and then I won’t be able to do anything. So, as a safety measure, I keep the coasters in the nightstand. After I’m happy with the placement of the cider, right in the middle, I look down at her. She lies on my bed like she belongs there. Her hair is fanned out around her, her arms above her head, and there’s this look on her face that is going to make it real hard to take this slow.

As I get onto the bed, I slowly move over her, pressing myself into her hot center as our mouths meet once more. I hold myself up with my elbows to make sure I don’t crush her, but I don’t think she cares. She moves her lips with mine with such heated need as she tangles her legs with mine. I run my hands up her sides and cup her breasts.

And that is when she goes still.

I open my eyes to find her watching me. I pull back and press my lips together. “I thought we were well past taking it slow. I’m in it to win it at this point, and that means I’m grabbing the boob. But if that’s not okay, put the red light on now.”

She swallows hard, and a look of pure horror covers her face. It’s almost as if she’s about to cry.

“Aviva?”

“I need to tell you something.”

I lift up a bit more. “Okay?” She looks so unsure of herself as she glances away. I take her jaw, bringing her eyes back to mine. “Don’t hide.”

She presses her lips together as her eyes search mine. “Remember when I was talking about that guy I used to be with?”

“The one you changed the subject on?”

“Yeah. Him. Mike.” Aviva’s voice breaks a bit, and her face changes so quickly. Gone is the sex kitten that was about to rock my world, replaced by an anxiety-ridden woman. “He was around when my mom died from breast cancer, and he helped me through that.”