Page 97 of The Score

Rather, thinking of sex withBear.

Such a dangerous thing to admit.

I hesitate. With minimal movements, I test the room between us. Maybe I should think twice— I definitely should think twice— and create space.

But I find him fully pressed to me. A large wall of tense muscles and inviting padding, and a belly that fits perfectly in the small of my back. I move back further, checking if it's really full body contact.

It is.

"Penélope. Do not move."

The growl in his voice wakes me up better than my half-baked thoughts did. I don't move, except to open my eyes to the darkness around us. It's early, and the blackout curtains do a great job of keeping the rising sun at bay.

We're in a secret place, away from scrutiny, and he's getting hard against my ass. The change is swift and distracting.

I bite my lip and push back against his erection. It's the most daring thing I've ever done.

"Fuck. Pen."

"Bear. I…"

I move again. His erection ends up nested against me, and it does something to him, because he bucks. I gasp.

"Pen."

"What if— just this time—"

"Tell me exactly what's on your mind."

His voice is demanding. Growly. My insides melt like ice cream on a sunny day.

I curve my back and push my ass against him. Once, twice, he rubs himself on me. He groans and stops. His fingers dig into my flesh.

"It's been too long," I say. "My body… it… I need this."

"We need to talk."

The tips of his fingers dig hard enough on my flesh I might get bruises. I don't stop him. Instead, I roll my hips and seek more friction.

A sound makes it out of my throat.

"Fuck," he lets out. "That moan."

"Can we— Leon. Just bodies."

"It's us."

"Our bodies."

His quick, labored breathing breezes over the sensitive skin on my neck. In the trance of the moment, I reach for the hand laying on my pillow. I don't think twice of interlocking my fingers with his. It's a way to keep him close. Now he can't take his arm away from me.

With my free hand, I fist the covers and cling to them for dear life.

"What do you want?" he groans. "Tell me. Now."

We're moving against each other. He rubs, I seek more of him.

"Talk tonight," I manage. "Now— this. Please. Please."