Page 89 of Sweet Distraction

“Is that so?” he asks, gravel straining his voice.

I don’t answer—can’t—because his mouth is on mine.

His kiss is demanding—hungry, consuming, perfect—with his lips parting mine, tongue brushing deep, hands gripping me like he’s starved and I’m the only thing on the menu.

My muted, broken moan is all it takes.

He picks me up without warning, one arm under my ass as my legs lock around him, and our lips meet to take more.

“Rock—”

“You planned this, didn’t you?” he asks, his breath warm as his lips brush against my neck.

My chuckle turns into a moan as I lean back and meet his eyes. “If I say yes, will you shut up and kiss me again?”

He flashes a wicked grin. “You’re damn right I will. That and a hell of a lot more.”

And then he’s carrying me down the hallway into his bedroom.

CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX

Willow

My body ignites—every muscle, every nerve ending, every inch of skin aflame—as our lips burn, tongues dance, and teeth graze.

This fierce desire is new to me. Maybe it’s the liquid courage, maybe it’s the weeks of cat and mouse between us—the kisses with no end game, the desire that was one long slow burn—and maybe it’s the knowledge that all of that is coming to a head in the most deliriously delicious way.

We shed our clothes between kisses. A whirlwind of fabric—my dress, his pants—hands roaming as we do.

I trail my hands down his broad shoulders to the ridges of his abs and slip them beneath the waistband of his boxers. He’s hot and hard and pulses against my hand instantly.

His groan is all I need to hear. The only confirmation I need to know we’re both all in on this. That we’re both desperate for more than a kiss, for more than a touch.

My fingers twist in his hair as he stoops down so his tongue can circle and lips close over my nipple. He sucks, and the combination of the heat of his mouth and the pressure of his touch has me writhing beneath his touch. Begging for more. Needing more.

“Rock,” I moan. It’s a soft plea that only intensifies as he hooks his fingers in the fabric of my panties and pulls them to the side. I’m already wet, already slick for his touch. And when the pads of his fingers slide between my slit and find me ready for him, his guttural groan melds with my sharp inhale.

“Do you know how long I’ve waited for this moment?” he murmurs, kissing up to my neck. I can’t answer—my focus is on his hair between my fingers, the warmth of his breath, and the way he guides my leg up on the bed so that he can tuck his fingers inside me.

My breath catches, and my body melts into him. Into his touch and the sensations they evoke. The way he pulls his fingers out and trails them to my clit, rubbing gentle circles there. I press my hips into him, begging for more friction and the sparks that ignite with each touch.

His lips find mine again. “You didn’t answer, Wills,” he growls. “Do you know?”

My mind races, consumed by how perfectly his finger hits my most sensitive spot.

“That first night in the kitchen. You in that tank top with your nipples against the fabric. Do you know how badly I wanted to lift you onto the counter and fuck you into oblivion? It was so much easier thinking about that, obsessing over that than the reason you were actually here.”

He tugs my hair, tilting my head back so I meet his eyes. My mouth falls open, neck exposed.

“Then that black fucking bathing suit. Modest but fuck if it wasn’t the biggest cock tease in the world.” He scrapes his teeth up the line of my neck, and my body bucks from the contrasting sensations. “You were my escape from day one. Thinking about you. Hating myself for thinking about you. Wanting you and hating myself for wanting you.”

I gasp as he pushes his fingers back inside me, as they prepare me for him.

“You were my obsession. My escape. A constant reminder of the changes that were here and at the same time tempting me with that damn fucking braid and smart fucking mouth.”

His mouth finds mine again. His tongue mimics his fingers.

“Talk to me. Tell me you wanted this just as bad. Tell me you thought about me as much as I did you.” His words zing through me like electricity. Their truth even more so.