Like he always did.
Sliding his hands under her ass, he lifted her up and stepped between her thighs, and she locked her legs around him tightly without any sign of the hesitation or doubt he couldn’t ignore. The second he pressed against her wet heat, he was a lost man.
Or maybe he was found.
After this, there would be no going back for him. No more pretending he didn’t notice how pretty she was, or how much she made him laugh, or how she was one of the only people who truly understood him. The one person he trusted. For years, he did his best to ignore the fact that she was everything, and more. Refused to even consider that she might be the reason he hadn’t settled down with anyone, and ignored everyone when they said that very thing.
All this time, he laughed it off and treated the notion of him and Lauren as if it was an impossible theory, and so had she. But now that he had her in his arms…
It didn’t feel so impossible after all. Nothing did. He felt like he was king of the world, and she was his queen. And that was bad. Real bad.
She deserved better than a guy like him.
Shutting his thoughts off, he rolled his hips against her, digging his fingers into the sides of her ass. She was wet and hot and sweet—and he could easily get lost in her. In this. She groaned into his mouth, her nails digging into his shoulders through his thin dress shirt. Slowly, he ran his hands up her sides, learning her curves.
He gripped the spot where her hips flared out gently from her tiny waist, curling his hands in that small spot possessively. Perfect. Just as he’d fantasized earlier. She rocked against him, small sexy sounds escaping her as she did so. When he moved his hands up her flat stomach, under the flimsy tank top she wore, and closed them over her tits, she writhed in his arms. She didn’t have a bra on.
God help them both.
Groaning, he skimmed the tips of his thumbs across her perky nipples. She fit in his hands perfectly, filling his palms and spilling out a little. He deepened the kiss as he learned her body in new ways—ways he’d never imagined actually coming to life.
Her hands drifted down his back and over his shoulders, where she fisted his shirt. She urged him closer, like she couldn’t get enough, and pushed against his hard, aching dick. This kiss, this moment, was something he couldn’t express with mere words. It’s like the whole world shifted and changed, all because he kissed Lauren.
And the thing was, it didn’t feel like a bad change.
Rolling her nipples in between his fingers and thumbs, he tugged and rocked his hips into her, cursing the clothes that kept him from plunging inside her warm depths once and for all. Gliding his hands down her smooth skin, he cupped her ass, learning the feel of it in his hands. It felt like fucking heaven.
Like she belonged in his arms.
She cried out, arching her back and rolling her hips in a figure eight motion. She dug her heels into his lower back impatiently. Her urgency was a tangible thing, and she was close to the edge. All she needed was a little push. He could give her that, at least.
Breaking off the kiss, he bit down on her shoulder and thrust against her again, letting his hard dick hit her clit. She moaned and moved against him frantically, letting go of his shirt to bury her hands in his hair. Tugging, she lifted his head till they were nose- to-nose, looked him in the eyes, and said, “I need you to make me come now.”
And then she kissed him.
Something inside of him snapped. There was no controlled seduction. No slow, easy moves meant to tease her and draw her higher. She wanted him to make her come? Well, then, she’d get it. No games. No teasing. Just orgasms.
Whatever she asked for, he gave her.
That wouldn’t change now.
Sliding his hand lower, he pressed his thumb against her clit, cursing the material that kept him from touching her flesh, and traced a circle around it. She tensed in his arms, and she came. That easily. It was as if she’d been waiting for years to get off, and now that he finally gave her a chance, she wasn’t going to waste time.
It was a big turn-on.
She tore her mouth free and dropped her head back against the light yellow wall, a small, strangled sound escaping her. Her breathing went ragged and harsh, and she collapsed against the wall, her chest heaving. He’d barely touched her, but she was already quivering from the orgasm he’d given her. “Steven.”
He’d never been so moved by another person’s pleasure before.
Slowly, he removed his hand from between her legs, his heart pounding so loudly all he could hear was its erratic beats. “That might be the fastest a man’s ever gotten a woman off before,” he said drily. “Do I get a gold medal?”
A small laugh escaped her, and she blew her hair out of her face. “I apparently needed that.”