I grabbed the sheets and wrapped them around me, trying to conceal that I was also half-naked, in just a pair of panties and a tank-top. Climbing off the bed, I went to stand in front of him. “What are you doing here? You can’t just–”
My head tilted as something occurred to me. “Did you climb through my window? We’re on the third–”
“Shh.” He put his finger against my lips, silencing me. “Don’t think, just feel.”
His fingertips brushed up and down my arms, giving me goose bumps. I shivered as my nipples hardened, feeling an onslaught of desire that left the muscles between my legs aching.
He brought his hand up and traced along my jaw. “So beautiful,” he murmured.
I broke away, my face growing hot from his touch and his words as I moved back onto the bed. My head spun.
What was he doing here? How did he even get in? And most importantly, why hadn’t I kicked him out?
The bed dipped, and I looked up, seeing him crawl towards me with lithe movements. Like a predator stalking its prey. His knee nudged my legs apart and they fell open rather willingly, the traitors. He hovered over me, parting the sheets until I was exposed. His hips pressed into mine as he settled on top of me.
Holy shit, was I really going to let this happen?
Yes. Holy mother of fuck, yes.
My heart beat frantically, making it the only other sound I heard besides my shallow breathing. He nuzzled his face against the hollow of my neck, his stubble grazing my skin. Tentatively, I placed my hands on his biceps, feeling their warmth and hardness in my palms.
“I want to taste you,” his deep voice murmured into my ear, washing his hot breath over my skin. He nipped my earlobe as his hips rocked against me slowly, his straining erection rubbing against the thin cotton covering my sex.
Oh, God…
My mouth was suddenly bone-dry. I swallowed and closed my eyes, feeling my panties grow wet. I sought out his hair, running my fingers through the strands. It felt just as I’d imagined–soft and smooth.
Knotting my fingers in it, I pulled him closer and writhed underneath him, trying to rub my clit against the hard bulge in his pants. Holy hell, I was about to combust.
His nose brushed my jaw. “Will you let me taste you?”
“Yes,” I breathed.
His lips met my neck in open-mouthed kisses, his tongue snaking out to lick and tease me. He grabbed the back of my thigh, spreading me wider as his hips ground against me in a slow, steady rhythm.
I just about came undone. I moaned into his hair and gripped him harder. He ran his hand up my side and skimmed his thumb over my nipple. I gasped, easily feeling the warmth of his finger through my tank-top.
“You like that?”
Incapable of speech, I nodded.
His mouth moved lower, trailing kisses down my chest until he put my fabric-covered nipple in his mouth. Goose bumps broke out all over my body, covering me from head to toe, and I tightened my fingers in his hair, mildly surprised that I hadn’t pulled fistfuls of it out yet.
God, this wasn’t enough. I needed more. More friction, more skin on skin contact. I wanted no barriers between us. “More,” I said between shallow pants. “I need more.”
He removed my nipple from his mouth and clutched my tank-top, ripping it off me like tissue paper. His warm, wet mouth enveloped my sensitive flesh again, and my breathing hitched. The light stubble on his chin grazed the surrounding skin of my breast as he worked, flicking the tip of my nipple with his tongue and lightly nipping it with his teeth. His hair hung down, tickling my chest as he moved. I reveled in the different sensations, feeling my walls clench as an impossible amount of moisture pooled between my legs.
“You taste so good,” he breathed.
He moved to my other nipple, suckling it as he did the first. His hand trailed down my stomach, playing with the edge of my panties. A choked sound escaped me as I realized what he was about to do, and I couldn’t wait for him to do it. His fingers trailed lower, rubbing my sex through my panties. I bit my lip to keep from calling out.
A low rumbling vibrated against me, and it took me a second to realize it came from Thomas. He was growling, the vibrations coming from its low, reverberating sound.
His forehead rested against my neck. “You’re soaked.” His voice was hoarse as he thrust against me.
I bit my lip harder and nodded. Shit, I’d never wanted anyone the way I wanted Thomas. It wasn’t even close. And it felt like I might die if I didn’t have him.
He growled again, causing me to shiver from the vibrations. He crushed his mouth to mine, our lips parting as our tongues danced back and forth. Fuck, he tasted good.
His hand moved to the elastic waistband of my panties again, this time dipping his fingers underneath to meet my eager flesh. I moaned into his mouth as he found my clit, gliding soft, slippery circles over it. He slipped a finger inside me, my head tilting back as I gasped and broke our kiss.