Page 30 of Home Town Advantage (Fourth Quarter Fever #1)

I pull down the cups of her bra. I’ve dreamed of her rosy, pink nipples nearly every day since the one and only time I saw them. Her tits are a little fuller now and every bit as magnificent as I remember them to be.

I tug on her taut peaks, and she pulls my hair tighter. I can’t take it anymore. I move my way down and circle her left nipple with my tongue before sucking it into my mouth.

Her back arches, and she breathes out, “More.”

My hand runs up the soft skin of her thigh as I move it closer and closer to her center. She relaxes her leg’s grip around me, giving me access to the contact we both crave.

I ever so gently run the backs of my fingers over her panty-covered pussy. She’s soaking wet.

She thrusts her hips toward my fingers, begging for more. In a husky voice I barely recognize, she whispers, “Touch me.”

Maybe I really am in heaven.

I slide her panties to the side and run my fingers through her soft, swollen center.

So damn slippery. She’s dripping. Six years ago, she admitted her crush on me, but I assume it ended after the baby.

That’s not what I’m getting from her right now.

I’m getting nothing but desire and a need mirroring my own.

I slide one finger inside her as I increase my suction over her nipple. Her body contracts around my finger. Pulses.

I need to taste her. Unable to wait a second longer, my lips drag down her gorgeous body. I lick, nibble, and inhale her along the way. I want to explore every inch of this perfect creature and worship her for hours.

With one set of fingers now holding her panties to the side and the other hand with two fingers now pushing into her, my tongue sweeps through her for the first time.

She lets out the loudest moan, filling the small cabin. It’s almost feral. It’s music to my ears.

The combination of her noises, her hair pulling, and me tasting her for the first time practically has my eyes rolling to the back of my head.

My tongue works in circles over her little, perfect bundle.

I explore her and quickly learn the spots that make her moan and those that make her body contract.

Her juices are covering my scruff. She’s so damn responsive.

It’s sexy, and I’m confident I’ve never been this turned on by a woman in my life.

I’m thrusting my hips on the blanket-covered floor below me just to get a little friction on my aching cock, though it’s not quite the friction I need.

Her back arches and she yells out, “Oh god, Vance. Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”

Stop? I would happily spend every minute of my life doing this.

Her sounds grow louder and louder. If there were another house within a mile, I think they’d hear us. Sulley is a screamer. So fucking hot.

I can tell she’s getting close. I usually like to talk a woman through it, but part of me is afraid she’s in a trance right now, and if I talk, it will wake her. But she did yell my name earlier. At least she knows it’s me.

I add another finger inside her, stretching her to the max. It only serves to make her moans increase in volume. Her hips elevate. She’s teetering on the edge. I just need to push her over.

I lift my head slightly and mumble into her. “Come for me. Let my tongue make this pretty pussy purr.”

As soon as I rewrap my lips around her clit, her body begins to tremble at a level I know is completely out of her control. She yells out before coming in a rush on my tongue and all over my fingers and face, soaking me in the best way possible.

I keep my movements going until I’m sure I’ve pulled every last drop out of her.

I feel like I might die if I don’t get my dick inside her in the next minute. After tearing her panties down and off her legs, I release my cock from the confines of my boxer briefs.

Bringing my lips back up her body, my mouth finds hers again. She’s still whimpering from her post-orgasmic state, but she kisses me right back. In fact, she licks around my face and sucks on my lips. I guess she likes her taste nearly as much as I do.

My cock runs through her wetness, and she convulses again. She’s still sensitive from her orgasm seconds ago.

She should have the chance to see my cock before I enter her. I’m big. Very big. Most women are a little frightened the first time, and I’ve found that allowing them to set the pace, at least at the beginning, is helpful.

I roll us until she’s on top. Our lips remain sealed together while her hips gyrate over my cock with her pussy enveloping it in wet warmth.

She swivels so that my tip nears her entrance. We’re almost there. I’m leaking with anticipation. Dear god, please let me sink inside this woman. I’ll never ask for anything else again.

She breaks the kiss and sits up on me. She’s naked except for her bra pulled down below her tits. Her hair is messy and wild. Her cheeks are flushed.

I run my hands up her body as I cup her breasts. This is how we were in her bedroom all those years ago. The same thought floats through my mind as it did then. “I’ve never seen anything so beautiful in my life.”

She smiles dreamily but then begins to look around at our surroundings. I see the moment something changes in her eyes. It goes from lust to regret in the blink of an eye. Tears fill her eyes.

She practically leaps off me, falls to the ground, and cradles her knees to her chest, wrapping her arms around them. She starts rocking back and forth. “Oh my god. What have I done?”

I sit up and place my hand on her back. She immediately flinches and yells out, “Don’t touch me!”

I pull my hand away. “What’s wrong?”

Tears begin flowing from her eyes as she rocks back and forth.

“ What’s wrong?” she shouts. “What’s wrong is that I’m making out with the man who stabbed my brother in the back in the house my brother built.

I’ve just betrayed him on the grandest level.

I’m a horrible person. A horrible sister. Oh my god.”

She keeps repeating oh my god over and over again while rocking and crying.

I’m at a loss. I don’t know what to do for her.

After pulling up my boxer briefs and throwing on a T-shirt, I grab one of the blankets and wrap it around her. I kiss her temple and whisper, “I’m sorry.”

We’re silent for several minutes until she eventually stops crying. She sits, staring at the fire, looking a million miles away.

Eventually, I stand and make my way to the front window. Sulley’s car is completely buried. There must be three or four feet of snow out there. I’ve never seen anything like it. And it’s still snowing.

Making my way to the kitchen, I open a few cabinets, but there’s not much in here. Four cans of soup and a few other things. I see an old can of hot chocolate powder mix.

She loved it when she was a kid. Maybe that will make her feel better. I boil water and mix the hot chocolate into a mug for her.

She’s still staring into the fire as I walk back toward her. Handing it to her, I again whisper, “I’m sorry.”

She shakes her head. “It’s my fault. I let it happen.”

I sit down next to her. “We both got carried away.”

She turns her head to me. “Why? Why did you do it?”

“I’m sorry. I woke up with you nearly naked in my arms. I’ve wanted you for so long and ? —”

“Not that , Vance. Maddie. Why her? Tell me the truth for once.”

I’m silent for several long beats, letting only the silence and the crackling of the fire fill the air .

She blows out a breath of frustration before yelling, “Tell me something real, Vance. Something truthful. Anything!”

I swallow hard as I admit, “The day of Finn’s funeral, I carried you from the treehouse to your room and stayed with you.”

She nods. “I remember.”

“When you woke up, I told you that you had asked me to stay with you and then fell asleep on my arm.”

“What about that?” she asks with clear anticipation.

I nervously lick my lips. “You never woke up. You never asked me to stay. I stayed because I loved having you in my arms. I wanted you in my arms.”

Her brow furrows. “I don’t understand. You rejected my advances that night.”

I shake my head. “It wasn’t because I didn’t want you.

” I nervously run my fingers through my hair.

“Trust me, I wanted you. I stopped what was happening because you just had the worst day of your life. You were an emotional wreck. We both were. I didn’t want our first time together to be associated with that horrible day. ”

Her face softens at my admission.

I can’t help but reach out and move a piece of hair from her face. I tuck it behind her ear before rubbing my thumb over her cheek and lips. “I wanted you then, and I want you now, Sullivan Aisling.”

I bring my lips within a hairsbreadth of hers, waiting for her to close the distance. But she doesn’t. We just sit there and breathe the same air.