It’s almost a surprise when she doesn’t slap her palms against my chest to halt my movements. Once the warmth of her breath feathers over my flesh, I brush my lips across hers until she’s able to feel the metal. A delicate shiver works its way through her body.

It’s not an uncommon reaction. Chicks love the lip ring. Crazy as it sounds, it somehow brands me as a bad boy. I had no idea what a magnet it would become when I pierced it senior year of high school. What I was looking for was a way to piss my father off. Girls tripping over themselves to make out with me ended up being a bonus.

With Brooke, it means so much more.

Her breath catches as I angle my head and sweep my mouth across her upper lip before doing the same to her lower one. There’s no need to nudge her into opening for me. She does it without hesitation. When her lips part, my tongue slips easily inside her mouth to mingle with her own. Need explodes in the pit of my gut, and I have to make a concerted effort to keep everything locked down tight when all I want to do is crawl on top of her and devour every sweet inch.

Maybe it’s a little underhanded to use the information I’ve acquired over the past couple of weeks, but I don’t give a crap. I understand exactly how Brooke secretly longs to be kissed and touched.

It’s only when she twines her arms around my neck and presses her body to mine that I realize she’s as into this as I am. It’s all the green light I need to deepen the kiss and devour more of her.

Unable to resist, I drag her onto my lap until she can straddle my legs. When the short skirt she’s wearing rides up her thighs, a groan escapes from me. It’s so tempting to shove the material away so I can catch sight of her panty-covered pussy.

How fucking long have I dreamed about that?

Instead of giving in to the desire, I pull her closer until my erection is nestled against the vee between her thighs. She whimpers as I grind myself against her.

Fuck.

With all her soft curves, she feels even more amazing than I imagined. The thought of sinking into her heat turns me on like nothing else.

“You feel so damn good,” I whisper between greedy kisses, running my hands up and down her ribcage, allowing my fingers to brush the sides of her rounded breasts. I keep everything light and gentle, never pushing it too much or too far. I want to take the time to heat her up and drive her just as crazy as she makes me.

Is that even possible?

I have no idea, but I’m going to damn well find out.

As much as I want to slip my hands beneath her skirt or sweater, I don’t make a move. It’s all but killing me to hold back. When she rolls her hips against me, I know that taking a softer approach with her is key. Has anyone ever taken their time to touch her?

Just when I consider taking this a little further, her phone chirps, shattering the silence of the apartment. Her eyelids flutter open as she breaks the kiss and stares at me with a dazed expression.

The urge to wrap my hand around the nape of her neck and pull her back for more pounds through me. When I lean forward to capture her lips for a second time, she presses her palms against my chest to hold me at bay. Each second that ticks by has the reality of this situation crashing over her features. If I didn’t know better, I’d think she just had an out of body experience.

Before she can tell me it was a mistake, I growl, “Do you have any idea how long I’ve wanted to do that?”

Her eyes widen as she slowly shakes her head.

When she remains silent, I say, “Too fucking long.”

Confusion flickers in her eyes as her teeth sink into her lower lip. Her gaze darts away before she clears her throat. “You should go.”

Fuck.

It was too much, too soon.

“Is that what you really want?” The urge to brand this girl as my own so everyone knows who she belongs to—including her—pounds through me until it’s all I can focus on.

When her gaze falls to my lips, it takes every ounce of self-control not to release the groan trapped within my chest as I suck the small metal hoop into my mouth.

Her pupils dilate as she shakes herself out of the mental stupor she’s fallen into. “It would probably be for the best.”

When she doesn’t scramble off my lap, my hands settle around her waist before carefully hoisting her off me.

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