Page 32 of Fun Together (Make Romance #1)

Faye

We stop to dry off before going inside, so we don’t track water through the house. It’s a quiet walk up the stairs, anticipation buzzing in the air along with the steady blast of the air conditioning. Goosebumps break out over my skin from the sudden chill.

He leads me into a gorgeous room that looks so cozy, it could be the set of a Nancy Meyers movie. A walnut desk covered in stacks of books and papers sits on one side of the room, and an antique bed with blue floral bedding is on the other.

“This is lovely,” I say.

He clicks the door shut behind him and he leans back against it. “My mom loves interior design.”

I tighten the towel wrapped around my chest. “Is that what she does for a living?”

He shakes his head. “No, she was a teacher, but now she works part-time at a bookstore downtown.”

I walk over to the desk and idly flip through one of the books on the top of a stack, Field Guide to the Birds of North America . “And what does your dad do?” I’m stalling, unsure of what to do, where to stand, how to act.

I feel him step up behind me. “Accountant.” He slides his arms around my waist, reaching through my arms to remove the book from my hand and place it back on the desk. “And amateur bird-watcher.”

“Do you ever go bird-watching with him?”

He puts his mouth against the nape of my neck and speaks against my skin. “Sometimes.” He moves his hands down my hips to graze the bottom edge of the towel, skimming his fingertips over the tops of my thighs.

“That sounds . . . nice.”

He glides his hands up, bunching the towel so he can run his palms over the inside of my thighs. “You’re nice,” he says, moving his caresses over my legs. “You’re so soft.”

I roll my neck to the side, relaxing into his touch. “You said that to me in my fantasy.”

“Oh yeah?” He runs his mouth over the top of my shoulder. “What else did I say?”

“You asked if you could touch me.”

“Can I?” He moves his right hand further over, almost between my thighs. “Touch you?”

“Please,” I sigh.

I spread my legs a little to give him easier access and he slides a hand into my bottoms, running his fingers over me. I place my hand over his to guide his motion.

I feel his breath against the side of my neck. “Yes, show me what to do. Show me what you like.”

A whimper builds in the back of my throat as I guide him to put his middle finger inside me. God, how is this so good? He adds another finger, and I melt back against him.

“I want to kiss you while I do this,” he says.

I turn around so that I’m facing him and our mouths come together as he backs me against the desk, fingers moving in and out inside me. I wrap my arms around his shoulders, holding myself up. I rock shamelessly against his hand and suck his tongue into my mouth.

“Fuck, Faye,” he groans. “Can I go down on you?”

“Yes,” I sigh. “But I should shower first.”

“Why?”

“Because we’ve been outside swimming and sweating all afternoon in ninety-degree heat.”

“But I bet you taste like summertime.” He drops to his knees and looks up at me with a playful grin. “Like sunscreen and pool chemicals and freshly cut grass.”

I snort. “Don’t make me laugh.”

“Why not?”

“Because it’s not sexy,” I say in a mock-sultry voice.

“Really? Because I’ve never been so hard in my entire life.” He palms himself over his shorts and I feel his breath against the front of my swimsuit bottoms. “May I?”

“Yes, you may.”

He kisses my lower stomach first, then lower and lower until he’s practically making out with me through my suit, still touching himself while he does it. It’s such a hot visual, I don’t think I’ll ever have trouble coming up with a fantasy ever again. It’s right here in front of me.

He pulls my bottoms down and traces a finger over my hip bone where my tattoo is. “I wondered where this was.” He leans down and runs his tongue over it while sliding his hand over me. I’m so wet, there’s barely any friction.

I can feel his eyes on my face as he slowly massages my clit. And then his mouth is on me, and I buck my hips forward, grabbing his head as he licks.

He pauses. “Yeah, definitely a hint of chlorine.”

“Stop. Talking,” I say, playfully pulling his hair.

“I thought you liked when I ran my mouth.”

“I’d like you to run your mouth somewhere else,” I say, nudging my hips forward.

He laughs. “So needy. You want me to run my mouth here?” He licks me slowly. “Or here?” Then he moves the tip of his tongue right where I want him, and I grab his head to hold him there.

“You’re so annoying,” I moan.

“You like me,” he says, sliding a finger inside me. “You like this.”

He licks me again and my legs are trembling, I’m so close.I school my breathing, telling myself it’s okay if I can’t come from this. It still feels amazing.

I focus on the sensation of his mouth on me until finally the release crashes over me and I’m coming, coming, coming, so hard.

He stands up and crushes his mouth to mine, turning us so that he can lead me to the bed. He guides me down and kisses his way down my neck and chest. I lift myself up so I can reach to untie my top. I’m fully naked now, and his hands are on me immediately, everywhere.

“I’ve wanted to do this since that day we went shopping. I wanted you to wear that dress for me .”

So, he was jealous I bought that dress for someone else. Why is that so hot?

“Roll over,” he says.

I roll onto my stomach, and he trails a fingertip from my lower back up to the nape of my neck.

His hands feel rough on the soft skin of my shoulder blades, and I relax into the bed as his massages my back.

His hands move lower, and he brings them down to my ass.

“And those pants you had on at your game night. I was trying so hard not to just look at you all night.”

I see what he’s doing now, walking me through how much he’s wanted me as he touches every inch of me.When he brings up these moments, I think of the times I wanted him, too.

Then his hand is between my legs again and I arch my back as he inserts a finger inside of me and I rock back into it.

“I hope you see it now,” he says, his voice thick as he drives his finger inside me again and again.

I don’t do anything but whimper in response as I continue riding his hand.

He brings his mouth down by ear. “How much I want you.”

“I want you too,” I say as I come again, swift and fleeting this time, and almost over before it begins. I bury my face into the bedding. He’s still touching me, running his hands over my back like now that’s got the chance, he doesn’t want to break contact.

When I gain my bearings again, I sit up and guide him to lay back on the bed. “My turn,” I say.

He props himself up on the pillows. “Your wish is my command.”

I run my fingertips over his face and along his jawline in a delicate touch over his beard that makes him shiver. “When I first saw you again, I remember noticing this. I thought wow, he’s a man now .”

He chuckles as I scatter kisses along his neck over to his ear. “I was so aware of you in this new way.” I nip at his earlobe. He moans and I file that away as something he likes.

I need him to know how much I’ve been wanting him, too.

I move my mouth down his body, following the trail of hair from his chest to his lower stomach.

“At your softball game I watched your hands as you bent down to tie your shoes.” I sit up and grin down at him, lifting his right hand up so that I can kiss the index finger where his silver ring rests.

“And I wondered what they would feel like touching me.” I let go of his hand and he glides his thumb over my nipple before grazing his knuckles down my stomach.

I slide my hand into his trunks and run it up and down along his length. He groans and lays his head back against the headboard. I clench my thighs together.“I can’t wait to feel you inside me.”

He springs up, clearly just as eager for that, and he reaches into his pocket to pull out a condom.

“Have you had a condom in your swimming trunks all day?”

“Always prepared,” he grins.

I slide his trunks down his legs and he puts the condom on. I straddle him and place him at my entrance, lowering myself onto him slowly, until he’s fully inside me.

“Oh, Faye,” he says. “You feel so good.”

I rock my hips back and forth and it feels amazing, how deep he is. “I love how you say my name.”

He holds onto my hips as I increase my pace, watching his face now.

He doesn’t close his eyes or shy away from me looking at him.

He does the opposite, holding my gaze as if there is nothing he’d rather be seeing.

I roll my hips more slowly now, and he clenches his eyes shut before suddenly turning us over.

I wrap my legs around him as he drives back into me.

He stops moving for a moment. “Sorry, you on top like that . . . I wasn’t going to last much longer,” he says with mild chagrin. It’s charming to see that expression on his face because it doesn’t happen very often.

He begins moving in and out of me again, deep and slow. Bringing his mouth down to mine, he repeats my name—barely a whisper against my lips—with each thrust.

The headboard bangs against the wall in pace with our panting, until he moans into my mouth as he comes.

We stay locked together for a few moments, breathing hard, cuddling and touching. Reluctant to separate from each other.

He gives me a long, deep kiss before getting up to throw the condom away.

The sheets are sweaty, but I pull them over me.

I press my hands against my hot cheeks, feeling flushed and overwhelmed.

That was . . . something I can’t even form a thought around yet.

Everything about it felt so instinctual, so right.

I didn’t know it could be like that.

When he comes back into the room, he sprawls out next to me, but on top of the covers. Then he seems to think of something and turns his head to look at me. “Did you come just now?”

“No . . .” I trail off, toying with the sheet. “But that’s okay.”

He moves the sheet aside so he can run his hand across my stomach. “I want you to come one more time.”

“Oh my god, Eli, it’s fine.” I pat his head affectionately. “You did good.”

He dives under the sheet and moves down so that his head is back between my legs, forming a tent. “I need you to come one more time,” he says, muffled against my lower stomach.

I giggle at how silly it is to be talking to a sheet-covered head and pull up the top of it so I can see him. “Now who’s the needy one?”

He runs his hand over me. “ You are, based on how wet you still are.” He pulls the sheet back over his head. “And I’m not done exploring.”

I lay my head back against the pillow. “Alright, carry on then. Let me know if you need a headlamp. Or some trail mix.”

He gives my hip bone a playful bite before continuing his expedition. It’s not long before he has me coming again sooner than I thought possible. He pokes his head out from beneath the sheet and says, “Only . . . four-point-nine-million to go?”

I laugh bursts out of me, and he captures it from my mouth with his.