Page 30 of The Draft

I fell back against the door, too weak to hold myself up, and Dash followed suit, relaxing his entire body against mine. The weight of him felt so good. I groaned as my head fell back onto the cardboard, probably making my hair smell like pizza, but I didn’t care because not only was Dash Bridges kissing me, but I could feel something very hard and long rubbing against my stomach, and I was more than certain it wasn’t his cellphone.

Sprawling his expansive body over mine, the kiss became feral. A hot hunger and an angry heat was coursing through the both of us.

I knew it.

I KNEW IT.

Dash felt the tension between us, too, and he was trying to fight it as much as I was trying to force it out of him.

I didn’t know where this was going to end, but as his hand dropped from my cheek to my hip, and he dragged his lips down my neck, I was more than a little excited to find out.

“Dash,” I whispered because it was the only thing I could get out.

He brought his mouth back to mine and nipped at my bottom lip before soothing it better with a few soft kisses. He was so assertive. Taking everything he wanted from me, and I was letting him. I’d only ever dreamed about seeing this side of Dash, so I was making a conscious effort to commit the entire thing to memory just in case it never happened again.

“Madison,” he growled out, his lips still sealed across mine. My legs were trembling, and when his fingers pressed into my hips, I was almost certain I was going to have an orgasm right then and there.

Biting his bottom lip, I pulled my head back until it knocked against the door and took his lip with me. Then I popped it out with a smile, admiring my handiwork. Plump and red, his lips were addictive, and I wanted to dive right back in.

“Madison,” he whispered a little more clearly this time.

“Yes, Dash?” I heaved out because in the heat of the moment I’d almost forgotten to breathe.

His eyes looked at every point of my face, almost as if he was trying to memorize it. “Your brother’s going to kill me.”

Groaning, I pushed him, but only slightly because I didn’t want him going too far. “Don’t bring him up now.”

I snaked my hands down to his chest and gripped his black T-shirt, drawing him back to me so I could kiss him the way I always wanted to. I wasn’t the most experienced when it came to following through with a make-out session, but being here with Dash was giving me a crash course in just how good a man could make you feel if he wanted to; and he wasmaking sure I’d ace this class.

His hands roamed my body, searing me with burning heat at every point they touched. My cheeks were flushed, and I was hornier than I’d ever been, acting on instinct since my brain was so foggy with arousal.

My hips rolled against Dash’s thigh, and he knew I needed relief, but he seemed reluctant to put his hands where I needed them most. That didn’t stop him from teasing me, though. His fingers gripped my hips, his kisses became savage. It felt like he was releasing ten years of pent-up frustration on me right now.

And I was here for it.

Hard muscles against soft curves never felt so good.

Tipping my head back, I closed my eyes and did everything in my power not to moan, but I couldn’t help it. If it wasn’t my voice, my body was reacting to him. He was just so good with his hands, which were now cupping my ass as he pushed me up the door, so my center was aligned with his.

Again, I nearly giggled in excitement when he dropped his hips so I could feel the hard bulge in his jeans. It was wild and feral and so not Dash.

“Don’t stop,” I urged, feeling my climax building just through dry humping alone.

“I’m only just getting started,” he said as his lips skated across my collarbone. I pulled at his hair, venting my own frustration that it took all these years for him to touch me like this because, clearly, we both needed it.

His hand stilled at the end of my sweatshirt. His kisses stopped before he brought his mouth to my ear and whispered, “Is this okay?”

“More than.”

As his fingers tickled under my sweatshirt, I could hardly breathe, and any chance of gaining my composure was lost when he sealed his mouth against mine. His hand landed on my lace bra, and small sparks of pleasure danced across my body because his cock was rubbing against my jeans, hitting me in just the right spot.

His huge hands explored my chest before he brushed his thumb across my nipple. I wanted to take in a breath, but Dash’s tongue pushed into my mouth before I could. As his thumb tweaked my nipple over and over, Ithought I was losing my mind because it was the most pleasure I’d ever felt.

I couldn’t hold it back anymore. There was too much stimulation, so I tipped my toes, trying to outrun the feeling burning in my core. I was getting so turned on that there was a very huge possibility I could come from this alone. I couldn’t do that. Not when girls as hot as Sienna were sniffing around him.

But then he did something so unholy that I had no chance of recovering. He dropped his other hand to my hip, skating it across the apex of my jeans, right over my center. I couldn’t feel much except for his warm heat and tickles against the jean stitching, but it was enough.

With every little push, I was screaming for more in my head but trying my best to keep it together, hoping he couldn’t see just how close I was to climaxing. He’d barely touched me, yet I felt like I was falling into oblivion.