Love and Sorrow (Small Town Secrets Book 5), стр. 29
“Taking me home so early?”
“Taking you to my place. And the sooner, the better.”
I hoped he couldn’t see the surprise in my eyes. I’d never been inside his apartment. I knew where he lived and had been outside, but I’d never gone in. While part of me felt a little thrill at the prospect, I reminded myself that it wasn’t a big deal. Inviting me there meant nothing.
Once more, he kissed me, sending any residual thoughts I might have entertained about the college kid into the ether—and then we went straight from the dance floor to the parking lot outside. Now, fueled by alcohol and the sensation of Justin’s lips that had been on mine moments earlier, I felt a desperation, almost like this would be our first time. When we got to the truck and he put it in gear, I didn’t buckle my seatbelt. Instead, I folded my knees, sitting with my legs underneath me, and then I leaned over, my knees pressing into the hard storage unit between our seats, so I could kiss Justin’s neck.
“Hey, Rascal, I gotta drive here.”
“I know,” I whispered in his ear. Resting my left arm behind him, draped across the back of the seat, I placed my other hand on his knee. “You can drive, stud. I’m not stopping you.”
He grinned. “Like hell you’re not.” I kissed his neck again, moving my hand up his thigh as he stopped at a red light. “Randi, you gotta stop this, or we’ll never make it. Unless you’re wanting a quick trip to the ER.”
“Okay. Fine.” Pouting, I squeezed his leg and sat up.
“Or we could just pull over on the side of the road. I’m sure the state patrol would love shining a light in here to find my white ass bobbing up and down while I’m givin’ it to you.” When I shook my head, he smirked and then grabbed me around the neck, kissing me before I sat back. When the light turned green, he sped off like he was in the Indy 500.
Ten minutes later, Justin rolled into the parking spot at his place and we raced up the stairs to his apartment. Well, not quite. My shoes wouldn’t allow me to run, but I was still quick on my feet, all things considered. After he slammed the door behind us, our lips crushed together, and I frantically tore at his shirt, unbuttoning it until he pulled it over his head. And right after, he was helping me pull that snug dress up and off, leaving me in the matching bra and panties I’d carefully chosen—not that he noticed, because his lips were immediately consuming mine again.
Then they were on my neck as I began fumbling with his belt. I hadn’t yet moved my hands down the front of his pants, but I knew even without that confirmation that he was ready. Probably only the first time we’d ever made love—if that was what you’d call it—had we pawed at each other with this intense lack of control.
Although I hadn’t begun unbuttoning his jeans, he scooped me up, still kissing me hard on the lips, to carry me to the couch. I could barely taste his tongue, my mouth still numbed from the alcohol, but my body was on fire, begging to feel him inside me. As he lay me on the cushions, I began working on the button and zipper of his jeans while he tugged at my panties. When I got his pants undone, I went straight for his cock, but he was testing the waters, so to speak, running his finger along my slit. As he rubbed up against my clit, I drew in a quick breath of air.
I was ready as well.
“Damn, Rascal.”
Had I not been so desperate, I might have laughed. I’d loved the nickname he’d given me long ago when I’d initiated our first kiss—not quite true, because he’d been teasing me all night long while tutoring me in algebra, but he’d let me make the first move. Maybe that was so I’d feel in control, but I’d never felt that way with this man, not one bit.
Soon, he guided himself in. Ah. But the temporary relief was overtaken by more need, and I tilted my pelvis for maximum pleasure, urging him to hit the spots that would take me to the top. During those few minutes of frantic copulation, the rest of my world was gone—my worries, my fears, all the horrible things I said to myself in my head day in, day out.
Even the emotions growing in my heart for this man on a minute-by-minute basis were floating in the background as his cock drove me to pleasure.
And we were so fucking loud, I wondered if his whole apartment building had heard us.
Afterward, I let out a long sigh, my body warm but satiated, and I started drifting off. “C’mon, Rascal.” He took me by the hand, leading me to his bedroom. As soon as I rested my head on the pillow, my eyes closed, and I felt him pull the covers up and over my shoulders. Forcing my eyes open again for just a second, I watched him pull off a boot and start to sit on the edge of the bed, but I finally gave in to deep, dark, dreamless sleep.
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When I woke up, it was still dark in his bedroom, but I needed to pee. Walking through the shadows to the doorway of his