Roman (Cold Fury Hockey #7)(43)
“I was thinking about it,” I tell her as my hands come around her lower back, and I press on her until her body lowers and presses flush against mine.
And fuck, she feels good against me, just her soft curves and warmth starting to get me hard before I even lay my mouth on hers.
Lexi’s forearms support her weight on my chest and she looks down at me with sizzling eyes and her long dark hair framing her face. We just stare at each other, knowing that once we take this step, our casual, light, and flirty friendship is going to change.
Fuck is it going to change.
Leaving one hand on her lower back, I slide the other up and over her shoulder, letting my palm glide up her neck so my fingers can tangle in her hair. She shivers when my thumb strokes her jaw before I cup my hand around the back of her head.
Lexi’s hands reach out and circle behind my neck, which causes her chest to lower to mine, the soft curves of her breasts feeling fucking fantastic against me and causing her face to lower just a little bit more toward mine.
“So this is it?” she whispers as she licks her lower lip.
“This is it,” I agree, and because I absolutely cannot wait one moment longer, I put pressure on the back of her head to force our mouths to close the distance. The first touch of her lips against mine causes a pleasure to punch straight through to my groin and she has no hesitation in immediately accepting my tongue. I give it to her slowly, angling her head a bit with my hand. My mouth moves against hers, gently but deeply, my hand at her lower back keeping her tight to me.
I could probably be content with just this slow mouth fucking, my nerves humming and my blood on a low boil, but Lexi moans softly into my mouth and I involuntarily react by nipping at her lower lip. I grab it with my teeth, press into the soft flesh with a low growl, and Lexi’s entire body jerks against mine.
And Christ, my dick goes full-on hard, lengthening and swelling against her as our hips start to move and gyrate.
Giving a tiny suck first, I let Lexi’s lip pop free, then she immediately presses her mouth against mine, rougher this time. Her head turns one way, mine goes the other, and our tongues engage in an almost pornographic battle.
Lexi moans again and grinds down on my erection, and suddenly I can’t even begin to imagine why we would have tried to keep things slow. My hand on her back slides down, over her ass, where I squeeze it as she continues to rotate her hips, and that only makes me want more. I drop my hand lower, run my fingers over the seam of her ass, which I can feel in exquisite detail given the thin material of her leggings, and then I press hard against the back of her pussy.
It’s like I just pulled a fucking trigger the minute my fingers grind into her warmth, and Lexi groans so deeply into my mouth with such yearning that I start to kiss her harder. Our teeth clash as our mouths battle, trying to devour each other. Lexi pulls one hand away from my neck and wedges it in between our bodies. She lifts to one side to make more room, and then her hand is on my dick, squeezing it in just the right way through the denim.
“Christ,” I mutter into her mouth, and she starts a slow stroke against my aching shaft.
I shift my body, extend my shoulder, and get my fingers down deeper in between her legs. She’s hot and slightly damp, and I try to push my fingers into her through the restrictive material of her leggings and panties.
I’m on the verge of losing control, and images of me ripping her clothes off and plunging into her start pulsing vividly in my imagination. I consider pulling my hand up, snaking it down the back of her leggings and panties so I can get my fingers into that wet warmth I know is begging for my touch.
“Roman,” Lexi gasps as we both stroke and fondle and press against each other. Her voice is needful, so full of yearning that it causes an ache in my chest.
I want to fuck her so bad. Right here on my couch. Screw the rest of the foreplay, my cock wants inside of her right this very fucking moment, and I think I might go crazy from wanting it.
No…from needing it.
I absolutely fucking need it right now.
And with a burning realization that actually causes a twinge of fear to course through me, I think that I might need this more than I’ve needed anything else in my life.
That knowledge, knowing she has that kind of power over me, doesn’t douse my feelings in the slightest. It’s not even the source of my fear.
What is starting to make me slow my kiss and my hand between her legs is the epiphany that Lexi produces feelings in me that are foreign—in a good way—and because of that I might need to give a little deference for how this is going to go down.
“Lexi, wait a minute,” I mumble into her mouth as I move my hand from between her legs and place it over her own hand that’s stroking me. I halt her movement and it causes her head to rise up so she stares down at me with hazy eyes.
“What’s wrong?” she rasps out.
“We should probably slow down…take things a bit slower,” I say thickly, my body threatening to rebel as my brain tries to take control.
“Why?” she murmurs, her eyes dropping to my lips before rising back up to meet mine. “I want this. Don’t you?”
“Fuck, yes, I want it,” I growl at her, my fingers involuntarily squeezing against her hand, making her squeeze my cock. “But…it’s moving fast. I don’t want there to be regrets.”
“Why would there be regrets?” she asks, her eyes clearing up a bit because of the serious nature of the conversation.