Page 44 of Taking Sides

“The, uh . . .” His mouth finds mine again. Whatever it is, he doesn’t seem to want to stop kissing me any more than I do. He lets out a small, pained groan as he breaks away again. “I want to see the bathroom,” he finally says in a quiet tone just before his teeth graze along the column of my neck.

I let my head fall to the side as I decipher his words. “The bathroom?”

“The wallpaper.”

“Oh, right.” I suck in a breath as he nips at my collarbone. “Later.”

Then I crash my mouth down on his again. Our movements are quick and hurried like maybe he’s thought about nothing but this since the last time. The same way I’ve thought about him nonstop.

He lifts me off him and practically tears my leggings and panties off.

“I need to taste you again.” He drops to his knees in front of me, and before I know it, his mouth is on me.

I squeak out a surprised yelp that turns into a moan. He mutters something that sounds like, “Just as good as I remember.”

So is he.

I tangle my fingers in his hair and shamelessly roll my hips to get the friction I need. If it weren’t apparent how quickly he’s trying to get me off, I’d be more embarrassed about how fast he makes me orgasm.

He keeps going, still licking and sucking and dragging sounds out of me that I’ve never made before. I’m trembling, barely able to stand, when he finally pulls back and looks up at me. His hands slide around my hips and he grins. “Now, that’s a celebration.”

I’m giggling when he sits back on the couch, taking me with him. I settle onto his lap. Without pants, my sensitive pussy rubs against his jean-clad bulge.

“Happy to help,” I say as I move over him. Somehow, I’m the one who’s too impatient to take off his pants even though I just got off.

Not that Conrad seems to mind. His fingers dig into my hip as he drags me over the length of him.

“Oh shit. I . . .” He groans. “Fuck, Whitney.”

The way he says my name, quiet, reverent, has goose bumps dotting my skin.

Our breaths are ragged, and our movements frantic.

“Do you have condoms?” I ask as another shudder ripples up my spine.

“In my wallet.” He removes one hand like he’s going to get it and shifts, but the new angle has us both stilling.

“Ooooh.” I roll my hips and grind down a little harder.

“I’m so close,” he says, hand coming back to guide me over him just the way he wants.

All I manage to do is hum my agreement and move a little faster. I couldn’t stop if I wanted to. He feels so good.

“Let me just grab . . .” He trails off with another loud groan. His body tenses, and he shudders beneath me. “Oh fuck. I’m going to . . . oh, oh . . .”

His fingers grip me so hard as he shudders around me. It’s a heady thing to have this big, muscular man trembling.

I pull back, jaw going slack. “Did you just . . . ?”

“Fuck,” he w hisper-hisses under his breath, then looks up at me with big, apologetic eyes. “I’m so sorry.”

My grin widens. “That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”

His brows lift in surprise.

“I’m not kidding.” I’m not even mad about the second orgasm I almost had. Making Conrad come in his pants is a memory I will not soon forget.

“Glad you think so because my pride just took a real hit.” He glances down and shifts uncomfortably.