Beg You to Trust Me (Lindon U #2)(91)
Moving so her cheek is flat against my chest, probably hearing the drum of my heartbeat reacting to her closeness, she loosens a breath. “I want to know what you meant when you said you’d been waiting four years for this. Because I don’t want to make any assumptions about where we stand or what we are to each other. The last thing I want is to be seen as some clingy jersey chaser who—”
“Stop.” I shift us so she’s forced to look up at me, two of my fingers gently pinching her chin in place so we’re locked. The fact she’s worried about people seeing her as that physically pains me. “I’m sorry for putting that into your head when we met. That was me reflecting on my own decisions in the past that you didn’t deserve to be blamed for. You want to know what I meant when I said I was waiting for something like this? I meant something real, Skylar.”
Her eyes widen, fully as in tune with this conversation as I am. I cup her face, stroking her smooth, flushed skin. “I meant you. Somebody who didn’t care about who I was or what I played. Someone who could make me laugh even when I was pissed and make me focus on the shit that mattered when I wanted to avoid it. You never expect anything because you’re good, so fucking good. You’re sweet, but you’re never going to just take my crap. You keep me on my toes. I just…”
Shaking my head, I press a kiss to her forehead and keep my lips there for a fraction longer than necessary. Against her, I admit, “I’ve been waiting to find someone worthy of being in a relationship with. I’ve never really found anyone worth trying with before.”
“You want that with me?”
“Blondie, if I haven’t made that obvious enough by now I need to try even harder. Yes. I want to put the effort in with you. Take you on a proper date, show you what a true gentleman I am—”
Her snort makes me pull back.
“Excuse you,” I tease. “I am one hell of a gentleman when I want to be. I just find my other skills tend to overshadow it.”
She nods. “Whatever you say.”
“Don’t think I don’t know you love it when I get flirty and dirty with you.” I nip her lip and suck it into my mouth until she shivers against me. I feel her legs squirm until I manage to insert my thigh between them, a position we’ve gotten quite accustomed to over the past couple of weeks.
I press against the spot between her thighs and listen to her moan into my mouth. The kiss turns into a slow exploration of each other’s mouths. Teeth against teeth, tongue against tongue. I can taste the lemonade Grandma M insists on making from scratch as I deepen the kiss, weaving my fingers through her hair and holding the back of her head.
She grinds herself against my leg, building a steady rhythm that quickens her breathing with each stroke. I move with her, sucking her tongue, biting her lip, and angling our faces to get just enough air without breaking contact. My hands move down to cup her butt, kneading it, pulling her further up my leg until she’s draped across my body.
“Your arm—” she tries protesting.
“It’s fine.” I line up our hips, moving her to straddle me until she’s pressed against the bulge in my jeans. I’m so hard it hurts, but I don’t dare pull myself out. I guide her to start moving again, helping her find the friction as she moves her core over the denim until her head tips back.
“Just like that, baby,” I praise, gripping her ass, her hips, squeezing and watching her ride me over our clothes. I can only imagine what it’ll look like when we’re naked, her taking my cock, clenching me with her tight—
Her breath hitches as she grinds down, her hips getting jerky with each frantic movement. When her fingers go to the button of my jeans, I have to catch her hands.
“Danny, I want to—”
“Come just like this,” I tell her. The flush of her cheeks and swell of the lips I thoroughly kissed tell me she’s close. I arch upward until she can feel exactly what she’s doing to me.
It’s like I’m sixteen again, dry humping my first girlfriend until I come in my goddamn pants. I wouldn’t even be embarrassed about it this time because it’s so hot watching her fall apart on top of me.
When she does, her breath catches as her hips press into me until I have to bite the inside of my cheek from making any noises that my family could potentially hear downstairs.
Her chest crashes down on mine, her face buried in the crook of my neck as she catches her breath. My palms squeeze her ass one more time before moving up her spine. I kiss the crown of her head before she pushes up to look down at me.
“You didn’t come,” she notes, circling her hips over where she’s still seated.
A pained groan rises up my throat. “It’s fine. I just need a minute to—”
“I want to make you come, Danny.”
Sexiest damn words I ever heard.
“I want…I want to do more.” Her admission comes with a crimson face.
I have a feeling the ‘more’ she wants would require a lot less clothes and a foil package that’s currently in the nightstand in my own room across the house.
Blowing out a breath, I drop my head back until it’s resting against the mattress. “I want nothing more than to do that, Sky, but my family is downstairs.” The disappointment on her face swells my chest. “I came up here to see if you wanted to go to the pier with me. After the sun sets you can see the city light up. It’s something you need to see at least once while we’re here.”