Page 71 of Blue Line

I hiss when I make contact with her sopping wet center. “Is this all for me, tornado?”

“Only you.” She turns so we’re face-to-face. “Just. For. You.” A shiver racks her body as I stroke her clit. “I don’t think I’ve ever been this feral for a man.”

I chuckle. “Only you could make a sexy moment funny.”

I take my hand out from between her legs before capturing her mouth with mine, spearing my hands through her hair, and turning her the way I want her. She grips my shirt, pulling me closer. I thrust against her, and she moans. I use that opportunity to dart my tongue into her mouth. She meets me stroke for stroke as she rocks against my hard length. I move my hands from her hair and grip her hips. She tears her lips away from mine and tips her head back.

“So good. You make me feel so good.”

I kiss along the column of her neck, sucking and nibbling her exposed skin.

“Wrap your legs around me,” I rasp, lifting her up, and she does as I ask.

“Take me to your bed, and make me come,” she whines.

“So needy.” But I’m already moving in that direction.

“Only for you.”

How do I tell her what it feels like to hear her say that? To feel like maybe I’ve finally found my someone, which is crazy because we’ve gone on one date. Two if you count the fake date for the Storm.

We’ve been friendly-ish for a few years, but we don’t know each other on a deeper level that well. And we’ve lived together for a few weeks, but as roommates, not lovers. On the surface, it seems as though we’re compatible. But I don’t know. We haven’t even had our first fight, haven’t talked about what we want for our futures. I know she wants to pursue photography as a career, but what else?

That thought gives me pause.

Are we rushing into things? Would we even work out long-term?

“Wes.” Her groan drags me out of my thoughts and back to the task at hand—making her come.

“Yes, tornado?” I ask, stepping into my room and tossing her gently on the bed.

She immediately sits up and pulls off her shirt, leaving her naked, and I can’t tear my gaze away from her.

“Think you can make me come more than the other night?” she asks with a twinkle of mischief in her eyes.

I yank my shirt off and push my shorts and boxers off. “I know I can.”

“Bet?”

I stalk closer to the bed. “Bet I can make you come four times tonight.” She hums in response, staring up at me. “What do I win if I can?” I ask before kissing her.

She nips at my bottom lip. “Me.”

Is she saying what I think she’s saying? I pull back to meet her eyes.

“Let me get this straight. Four orgasms, and you agree to what? Be my real fiancée? Girlfriend? Fuck buddy?”

I bounce my eyebrows at her, trying to play off how excited I am that we’re going to be something real and also hoping she doesn’t say wants us to stay as just fuck buddies.

Not that I don’t enjoy sex with her, because I do. I just want more. But if that’s all she’s willing to give me right now, I’ll take it. I’ll take her any way I can have her, and I don’t mean that in a sexual way. I mean, yes to the sex too. But not just the sex. I want her. All of her.

She giggles, patting me on the chest. “Let’s start with girlfriend and boyfriend, Weston Riley.”

I growl, grabbing her wrist and bringing her hand to my lips, nipping her fingers. “Not my middle name, Hadley Jane. But you got yourself a deal. Now lie down, and let me get to work.”

She giggles again, pulling her hand from mine. “Dang it, I should have said you had to tell me your middle name.” She crosses her arms. “A girlfriend should know her boyfriend’s full name.”

I throw my head back, laughing. How can I resist her? Especially when she’s naked on my bed, asking me to pleasure her.