Page 100 of How To Tackle A Crush
“I was trying to be mysterious,” she admits.
“You nearly caused an incident. The bloke next to you looked genuinely concerned.”
She hides her face against my chest. “I don’t do seductive. I do… accidentally alarming.”
I gently tilt her chin up until she has to look at me.
“You do you,” I tell her quietly. “That seems to be working very well for me.”
That soft, surprised look appears again. Like she still isn’t quite used to being wanted like this. Like she’s waiting for the catch.
I kiss her before she can disappear into her own head again.
Slow this time.
Properly.
She relaxes into me like she’s deciding to trust the moment instead of analysing it. Her body warm against mine. Her hand resting over my ribs like she belongs there.
And it hits me, somewhere between one kiss and the next, that this already feels different. Easy. Natural.
My hand moves slowly along her side and she presses closer without hesitation.
“Still glad you stayed?” I murmur.
She smiles against my mouth.
“Very glad.”
I brush my thumb along her cheek and she leans into it without thinking.
Yeah.
I am absolutely in trouble here.
I slide my hands down to her waist, gripping the hem of her shirt.
“You’re wearing too many clothes,” I murmur against her mouth. She laughs, breathless, but doesn’t pull away when I tug the fabric up, breaking the kiss just long enough to peel it over her head. Her bra simple and practical, white cotton, no lace, nofrills, and somehow that makes my cock throb harder. There’s no artifice here. No game.
I hook a finger under the strap of her bra and drag it down her shoulder, slow enough that she shivers.
“Jack—” Her voice cracks. I love the way she says my name like that, like it’s a question and a plea all at once.
“Shh.” I press my lips to the exposed slope of her shoulder, then bite just hard enough to make her gasp. My hands find the button of her trousers, pop it open. The zip comes down with a quiet hiss.
I don’t give her time to overthink it. I kiss her again, deep and filthy, my tongue tangling with hers whilst I push her trousers and knickers down. She kicks them off the rest of the way with a giggle.
My fingers explore how wet she is, how ready. She whimpers into my mouth when I slide two inside her, her hips jerking up instinctively.
“Fuck, you feel incredible,” I murmur, my forehead resting against hers. “I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of you.”
She sighs, her nails digging into my biceps. I curl my fingers, dragging a broken moan from her throat.
“Good girl.” The words slip out before I can stop them, and her entire body clenches around my hand.Fuck, she likes that.I file it away for later.
I strip her the rest of the way before taking off my own clothes and then I’m on my knees between her legs, breathing in the scent of her. Musky and sweet, like honey and salt. I’ve barely touched her with my mouth before she’s writhing, her thighs trembling. “Jack, I—” Her voice is thin, desperate. I flatten my tongue and drag it through her folds, slow and deliberate, savouring the way her back arches off the bed.
“You what?” I murmur, my breath hot against her slick skin. I circle her clit with the tip of my tongue, then pull back just as she’s about to come undone. Her hands fly to my hair, gripping hard enough to sting. “Tell me.”
