Page 47 of Kiss & Collide (Racing Hearts #2)
“It’s only been four days.” She started kissing her way down his neck, and the feeling of her lips skimming across his skin made him drop his head back and groan.
“Four nights, too. We have some catching up to do.”
Violet pulled away from him and took a step back.
She looked up into his face for a beat, then held her hand out to him.
He put his in hers, palm to palm, and she tangled their fingers together.
It felt like a different kind of connection, one that promised more than physical pleasure.
This felt like companionship, caring, and a partnership, one that might last for a very long time.
Violet turned and led him toward the bedroom.
Once inside he pressed up against her back, circling his arms around her and bending down to kiss the side of her neck.
She let him for a minute before she turned back around.
Her hands slid up under his T-shirt, the warmth of her palms sending sparks through his system as she ran them up his rib cage, pushing his shirt up as she went.
He lifted his arms and let her whip it over his head.
“You’re so beautiful,” she murmured, running her hands back down over his shoulders and arms.
He started working her faded black T-shirt up as well.
“So are you.” When it was gone, his eyes ran over every inch of her exposed upper body, her long, pale arms, and the swells of her gorgeous breasts above the black lace of her bra.
Reaching behind her, he unhooked her bra and slid the straps down her arms, his eyes feasting on her bare breasts. “All of you.”
“I know you like them.”
His hands came up to cup them and her eyelids fluttered down. “I love them.”
She let him play with them for a few minutes before she brushed his hands aside and reached for the button on his jeans.
“I like parts of you, too,” she said.
“Oh, really?” He couldn’t help but smile, because all of this, the playfulness and familiarity now mixed into their sex, felt so right. “Which part specifically?”
Her hand slid into the open fly of his jeans and wrapped around him through his boxer briefs. “This part, for a start.”
“It likes you a lot, too,” he groaned, reaching for her.
Wrapping his arms around her, he lifted her off her feet and crossed the room toward the edge of the bed before tossing her back onto it.
She landed with a bounce and he came down over her, bracing himself with his arms as he leaned in to kiss her.
Her hand found him again, stroking him at the same pace as his tongue stroked hers.
His hips began to flex with each stroke until he was about to lose his mind from it.
He broke their kiss and pulled her hand free, pressing a kiss to her palm. “I wanna be inside you when I come.”
She stared up at him with that tender affection he was rapidly getting addicted to. “I want you there, too.”
Rearing back off her, he grabbed the cuffs of her jeans and wriggled them down, watching her long, silky legs emerge inch by creamy inch.
He wanted to kiss his way up each one to the hot, wet center of her.
He wanted to feel her come on his tongue, on his fingers, on his cock. He wanted all of it, and all with her.
When she was lying naked on the bed, he stood up and shucked his own jeans and boxers, then, retrieving a condom, he rolled it on his aching, swollen cock.
Violet propped herself up on her elbows, watching with unabashed interest as he did.
He gave himself an extra stroke just for her.
She bit her lip and squirmed, rubbing her thighs together.
God, he might explode if he didn’t get inside her right now.
Leaning back over her, he put his hands on her knees and spread her thighs. Then he leaned down and pressed one quick, soft kiss right on her clit. She moaned, writhing against his restraining hands. “So pretty,” he murmured.
“Chase …” Her voice was raspy and strained, almost pleading.
“Almost, baby.”
He climbed up her body, fitting his hips between her thighs and sliding one arm under her shoulders to brace her body.
He pressed himself into her hot wetness, just an inch and then pulled back out.
Her legs wrapped tight around him, her heels digging into the backs of his thighs, urging him forward.
This time he gave her what she wanted, what he wanted, and thrust in deep.
She moaned, her nails digging into his shoulders.
He’d intended to drag this out, but he wanted her too much, his body was too desperate for hers.
Instead, he dropped his forehead to her shoulder and started to move.
Her body seemed to instinctively respond in that way it had since their very first night together, an alchemy he’d never known with anyone else.
She matched his pace, tightening around him as he brought them both closer to the edge.
His body started spiraling tighter in on itself just before the eventual explosive release. He lifted his head just enough to see her face, to look into her eyes.
Usually she did her best to look away at this moment, or to shut her eyes, anything to keep him out, to keep him from seeing her at her most vulnerable. This time she didn’t.
She looked back into his eyes, even as he felt her start to come undone.
He brought a hand up to cup her cheek, to stroke his thumb across her cheekbone, and he brushed his lips briefly across hers as she gasped and cried out.
Feeling her body shaking underneath him was all it took to send him tumbling over the edge, and pleasure rushed through him like a tidal wave.
He dropped his head into the hollow between her neck and shoulder, breathing in the soft, slightly spicy smell of her skin as he slowly came back to earth.
“I love you, Violet,” he said against her shoulder. Then he lifted his head to look at her. Her eyes were heavy-lidded, and her expression was soft. “You don’t have to say it back if you’re not ready. But I am, and I want you to know that. Know that I love you.”
She ran a hand down the side of his face and smiled.
The gentle gesture said everything he could tell she wasn’t quite ready to say out loud.
Then she leaned up and kissed him, and if he hadn’t been sure before, he was once she kissed him.
She could take all the time she needed to say it out loud. He could feel it here, in her kiss.