Page 34 of Tasting Innocence
It’s extremely lateby the time I hear the floor creaking as he walks in. The door clicks, and then he whispers, “Vi. You awake?”
I turn over and search the almost pitch-black room for his tall frame. “I’m awake. What time is it?”
“A little after two-thirty,” he answers quietly. “Sorry. I couldn’t get away from Trevor.”
“It’s okay.”
I scooch up in the bed and he comes into view as he takes his place next to me.
“Not a lot of space,” he whispers, lifting his arm. “Come here.”
I cozy up to his side and he drapes his arm across my shoulders. With my head angled up and his looking down, our lips are only inches apart.
My pulse picks up speed at our closeness. I’m only wearing a long T-shirt, and he’s in a tank and a pair of basketball shorts. Like fire flowing through my veins, being in this intimate position with Dex has me hot.
Without any words, he leans in slowly, his mouth pressing against mine in a firm yet sensual kiss. His hand slides up my neck, his thumb resting on my jaw as his tongue pushes past the seam of my lips and tangles with mine.
We kiss for a good thirty seconds before he eases away, his gaze dancing between my eyes and mouth. He’s giving me a chance to bring this to a stop or to keep it moving, and there’s no way I’ve had my fill yet.
I shift my body, wanting to be in a better position that doesn’t break my neck. The bed is tiny and meant for only one person, so I decide to go for it. I get up and straddle his lap, and he repositions, resting his back on the wall. One hand goes to my hip while his other hand pushes a lock of hair out of my face.
“You’re so beautiful,” he whispers.
Always awkward with compliments, I don’t know how to respond. I grin and run a hand through his unruly dark hair. “You’re not too bad yourself.”
I glimpse a flash of his teeth as he smiles, and then I lean in and meld my lips to his. I slip my tongue into his mouth so I can taste him again, and he makes a noise in the back of his throat that gives me tingles.
As I deepen the kiss, his hands land on my thighs, squeezing briefly before traveling under my shirt to grip my waist.
The skin to skin contact makes me shiver, but I’m anything but cold. I’m on fire as he caresses my skin, and when I involuntarily grind against him, I feel the unmistakable erection straining through his shorts.
I moan, pulling away from his mouth as my head drops back and I repeat the movement again.
“Jesus, Vi,” he groans, his hands traveling up my back.
“Feels so good,” I breathe.
“Will you let me try something that might feel even better?” he asks, his voice low and raspy.
I meet his gaze. “Yes.”