Page 46 of The Way We Touch
I put my hand over hers on my stomach. “I’ve never had a good role model. I never saw how a good man is supposed to act, and you deserve the best kind of man.”
Her hand twitches as if she’ll pull it away. “So you’re not a good man?”
Memories of cold dinners filter through my mind, sitting on opposite ends of that long, polished table, longing for a relationship I’d never have.
“I want to be.” Lifting my chin, I look out the window at the night sky. “How much of a foregone conclusion is it that I’ll end up being exactly like my father?”
Her fingertips lightly touch my neck, and I look down at her pretty face. Understanding breaks in her eyes, and her smile is everything I want.
“I think you know who you’ll be.” Her tone is gentle. “Some things are either inside you or they’re not, like the love your mother gave you, even if you don’t remember it. I’ve seen you on the field with the boys, and you’re good with them. I’ve seen you with my niece, and you’re so sweet to her. It says a lot about a man when children and young people know they’re safe.”
Safe.
“There’s nothing safe in the way I feel about you.” The low growl in my voice flushes her pretty cheeks, and I lean closer. “The things I want to do to you scare me, but I swear to you right now, I’ll never let anyone hurt you. Not even me.”
Her hand rises to my cheek, and she places her thumb on my bottom lip. Her lips part, and she blinks slowly. “If you don’t kiss me now, I might hurt you.”
A hungry laugh lingers on my breath as I close the space between us, covering her mouth with mine.
She whimpers softly, and I lift her out of that chair, moving her ass to the counter. I’m between her legs, and I wrap one arm around her narrow waist. The other I use to cradle her head.
My fingers slide into the side of her hair, and my thumb is on her chin. Pulling it down, I open her mouth so I can taste her. Our tongues curl together, and a little explosion goes off in my brain.
She’s rich chocolate and spicy pepper. She’s lavender and vanilla and the ocean and the sky. She’s every beautiful thing I’ve ever wanted in my life.
Her legs wrap around my waist, and my cock is a steel rod against her core. My hand moves from her waist to her ass, and I cup it, squeezing and moving her against me. I want her to feel my desire. I want it to set her on fire the way she’s burning inside of me. I want to make her come.
“Logan,” she gasps, lifting her chin as my mouth slides down her neck.
I pull her skin with my teeth, and she whimpers. Her nipples are stiff little points in her shirt, and I slide my palm over one, circling my thumb over it through the thin fabric of her T-shirt. Her body jumps, and her legs tighten on my waist.
“Oh,” she gasps, and her mouth is on mine again.
Her hand is behind my neck, and she’s kissing me now. Her fingers thread in my hair, and she pulls. It sends a rush of sensation prickling through my arms. I can’t need her more than this without acting on it.
My chest rises and falls rapidly, and I manage to stop myself from consuming her right here on the bar in this kitchen.
“I want you so much, Dylan. I want to fuck you all night and have you begging for more. I want to take you through that door and pull you onto my lap. I want to watch your breasts bounce as you ride me, then I want to lift and devour them. I want to squeeze your ass and taste your pussy until you scream my name.”
Her eyes are dark, and she’s breathing fast. Her full lips are parted and swollen, and it’s almost more than I can take. It’s physically painful when her hand moves to my chest and she shakes her head.
“We can’t do this here.” She slides off the bar, not meeting my eyes. “Not yet. We’re tired, and we need to rest. We can talk more tomorrow. Goodnight, Logan.”
She leaves me standing in the kitchen, practically running to the stairs. I’m breathing like the wind has been knocked out of me, like I’m standing with every nerve ending in my body activated.
I do the only thing I can. Turning on my heel, I go straight to my bedroom, pushing the door closed as I strip out of my clothes and go to the shower. I flick the water on hot, grab the conditioner and put some on my hand. Then I grip my cock.
10
Dylan
My body is on fire. My nipples could cut glass, and my insides are slick as butter.
Pushing through my bedroom door, I lean my forehead against the wood doing my best to catch my breath. I was so close to fucking him right there in the kitchen. What’s gotten into me? Anyone could have walked into the room and caught us.
But this heat, this lust, this burning need…
Rubbing my thighs together, I unbutton my cut offs and shove my hand inside my underwear, between my legs.