CHAPTER FIFTEEN
As her mouth crashed against his, he moved his hands to her hips to drag her even closer. Instead of pulling away, she wrapped her legs around his waist and bucked against him as she moaned into his mouth.
Layers. There were too many layers of clothes between them. He didn’t stop to think before he found the hem of her long-sleeved Stanford Football shirt and yanked it up over her torso. Clearly as desperate as he was to get rid of at least one of the cotton barriers between them¸ she helped him get it over her head and toss it onto the bench.
He stroked her nearly bare back, only her bra left on her upper body now. She was so warm, and when she arched into his touch, he finally saw what he’d uncovered.
“You’re—” Beautiful didn’t even come close. Gorgeous was just a word. “A miracle.”
Apart from that night at the frat party, she’d always worn baggy clothes. He’d been careful tonight to make sure that the shirt he’d bought for her to wear at the game hadn’t been too fitted, either. But now, with her breasts swelling over the top of the surprisingly sexy silk bra, he wanted to touch, wanted to stroke, wanted to taste.
But when he looked up at her face, he could read every one of her fears, every bit of her hesitation. And he also finally realized that he was gaping at her like a horny idiot.
“Serena, you don’t have to be frightened.” Instead of touching her breasts, he threaded his fingers through her hair. “You don’t have to worry.” He pressed his lips to hers, slow and soft and sweet. “It’s me.” He kissed her again. “I won’t hurt you.” Their lips brushed, tongues licked, teeth nipped. “We’re only going to go as fast as you want to go.” He was reminding them both. “We can put your shirt back on if you want to. If you need to.”
“No.” She moved closer. “I don’t want that. I don’t need that.”
“What do you want? What do you need?”
But instead of answering him, she put her hands over his and moved them to cup her breasts over the silk. He had to close his eyes, had to take a breath, and then another, to try to keep his shit together.
So good. She felt so good. Soft and warm and round and perfect.
“This,” she whispered. “I want this. I want you to touch me like this. I need you to touch me like this.”
Her nipples were pebbling against his palms through the silk, and thank God she’d just told him she wanted him to do this, because he didn’t know if he was strong enough otherwise to stop himself from brushing his thumbs over both gorgeous peaks.
A low moan emerged from her throat. “Again.”
It was just what he’d said to her at the Frisbee Golf course when she’d surprised him with a kiss, and he loved that she was the one saying it to him now as he cupped her breasts in his hands. She held on to him as he stroked her nipples so that they grew even harder against the pads of his thumbs.
“More. I want more.”
He knew what she wanted, knew what she was asking for, but still he hesitated. It would be so easy, too easy, to just take and take and take from her. But it wouldn’t be worth it if he only ended up losing her once the rush of pleasure had passed.
But then, as if in slow motion, he watched her drop her hands from his and reach around to her back. He heard the soft click as the latch of her bra came undone, almost undoing him at the same time.
“Please.”
She’d not only just given him permission to strip her bra completely away, but had also made it perfectly clear that she wanted him to touch her skin to skin, without anything between them for once. Not even the thin layer of silk.
And yet...he still didn’t lift his hands from her silk-covered breasts. Didn’t give in to the urge to see her naked chest completely revealed. Because for as much as he needed it, for as desperate as he was to make her his, he needed this to be about more than just two horny college students copping a feel in a deserted locker room.
“Why?” He knew he wasn’t being clear, wasn’t making sense. “Why me?”
“Because I trust you.” Something flashed in her eyes, something that he thought looked like a lifetime of wondering about the motives of everyone around her. “You’re the only one I’ve ever trusted.”
He shifted his hands so that her bra fell in a soft heap of fabric between them, but he still didn’t drop his gaze from her eyes. “I’m going to keep earning your trust, Serena, every single day.”
Her mouth was sweet and hungry beneath his and when she twined her arms around his neck, the full, soft, sexy-as-hell press of her bare breasts against his chest short-circuited what remained of his nearly lapsed control. He couldn’t stop himself from putting his hands on her shoulders and drawing her back from him.
His mouth watered as he saw that her breasts were as perfect as the rest of her. Gently, he moved his hands from her shoulders to cup the full, soft undersides. Her nipples were rose-colored peaks that tipped up slightly, almost as if they were begging for him to lower his mouth to taste them.
His erection throbbed almost painfully as she leaned in toward him, pressing her breasts more firmly into his hands. “I love it when you touch me. I love feeling your hands on me. My hair. My face.” She paused to lick her lips as she took in the view of his big tanned hands over her. “My breasts.”
He had to kiss her again, had to make sure she knew just how happy, how good, she made him feel. He could have waited longer for her to let him be with her like this if she’d needed him to, but he was damned glad she hadn’t.
“I want to kiss you,” he said softly. “Here.” He kissed her again on her mouth. “And here.” He slowly slid each of her nipples between his thumb and forefinger. Her gasp of pleasure rolled up from her rib cage and then through her lips. “But only if you want me to.”
“I’ve never wanted anything more.”
Sean’s groan reverberated throughout the room, bouncing off the metal lockers. He’d barely gotten to first base and she was already just about killing him. His breathing uneven, he lowered his mouth to her breasts. Her nipples grew even harder the closer he came, and when he cupped her soft flesh in his hands so that he could slick his tongue across both peaks, she made a little whimpering sound that drove him nearly to the edge.
He had her fully on his tongue a moment later, first one breast and then the other. Laving. Sucking. She shifted her hips to press even harder against his and wound her legs tightly around him so that they were full-on grinding against each other. Everything was a blur as he laid her back on the bench, one hand behind her spine to cushion it, the other still playing with her breasts, wet now from his tongue.
If he’d been able to think straight, maybe he could have stopped himself from sliding his hand down her stomach, past her belly button, and beneath the fabric of her sweatpants. But there was nothing left for Sean in that moment but how good she tasted and smelled, the sweet little sounds she made as she took everything he was giving and wordlessly begged for more.
Lord, was she wet. So damned wet and soft and hot, that as she gave a little cry and arched into his hand, he instinctively slid his fingers into her.
He felt the change in her just that quickly. Open and willing one second. Closed and tense the next.
“Serena?” He immediately drew his hand away, laid it flat on her stomach. He swore as he moved to shift them back up into a sitting position. “I’m sorry. I should have asked first.” He knew it didn’t count, but he still had to tell her. “I meant to ask.”
She stopped his apologies with a hand over his. “I liked it. Everything we were doing. Everything you did.” She shook her head, obviously a little embarrassed by what she was about to say. “I think that was why I just freaked out. Because I liked it too much.”
Relief swamped him, just as lust had moments earlier. Still, he knew— “I moved too fast.” Worse, he’d done it right after he’d promised that he’d always be careful with her.
“You didn’t.”
He brought his mouth nearly to hers. “I did.” After one more soft kiss that he wished could undo his mistake, he picked up her bra and T-shirt and handed them to her. “I should take you back to your dorm.”
She looked disappointed, but didn’t disagree with him. Which was how he knew that he was right about stopping things where they had. After making his own adjustments—and using every single mind-control technique he could think of to will his erection away before they headed back outside—he got up and held out a hand to her.
She took it, but didn’t move for a few moments, just looked at him with an expression he couldn’t read. “I’ve never felt like this before. I don’t think my heart has ever beat this fast.” She moved his hand to her chest so that he could feel her rapid heartbeat. “I never thought I was a very sensual person...”
He knew he needed to let her go, and that he should keep his distance for another week, but he couldn’t keep from pulling her into his arms. “If you were any more sensual, I wouldn’t have a prayer of surviving you.”
Her answering smile was utterly radiant. “Really?”
“Really.” He picked up his bag and tugged her out of the locker room. “Now let’s get you back to your dorm room so that you can get into bed and finish what I started.” Just as he expected, her cheeks flushed. “And just so you know, I’ll be thinking of you while I do the same thing.”
He was glad when her laughter joined his as they headed out into the darkness.