Page 17 of One Little Favor
Her short, shallow breaths come out in short, sharp pants. “I want you to kiss me,” she whispers.
I spin her around so fast her hands fly up to my chest to balance herself when she’s fully facing me. She looks up and meets my eyes, and I see my own desire reflected back at me. Holy shit, how long has she wanted this?
“If I kiss you now, there’s no going back,” I whisper against her lips.
“Even if you don’t kiss me, how could we ever go back?”
“We’re not going back.” My words are low but sure.
I press my lips against hers, intending to be gentle, to make this first kiss one that she’ll remember. But she surges up on her toes so we’re nearly face-to-face, and her mouth parts on a sigh as she pulls my lower lip between hers. That slide of soft wet flesh across soft wet flesh loosens something in both of us, some reserve we’ve both held onto for too long.
She slides her tongue along my lip before sinking her teeth in gently, and it’s like a dam breaking inside me, the passion no longer containable.
Her tongue laves against mine with long, pulling strokes and I grip her hips. The minute my thumbs glide along the skin above her hip bones, she’s moaning into my mouth. It’s real and unfiltered and the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever heard—the thin thread of control that’s holding me together unravels completely.
I turn us both so her back is against my office door—about the only vertical surface in this room not slicked with wet paint. Her body is pressed tight between me and the door. I’m not sure how she can breathe, but she breaks off our kiss with a hissed “Yes!” and tilts her head back. My lips leave a salty, wet trail down her neck, nipping and kissing as they go, but they have a one-track mind. They skim across her collarbone, and as my hands rise to cup her breasts, I pause, looking up at her. “Is this okay?”
“Don’t you dare fucking stop,” she says, and it’s so un-Avery-like that I almost laugh. I really like the bossy, sarcastic side of her that I’m seeing this weekend. I think I always knew it was there, buried under her uptight librarian-like work demeanor.
I pull the straps of the tank top down and as she slides her arms out, the fabric bunches at her waist and I’m left admiring her small breasts and the muscular expanse of her stomach below them. She’s built like an athlete—compact and ripped—with six-pack abs that put that region of my body to shame, toned arms, and don’t even get me started on that ass. I can’t wait to get her out of those leggings.
I cup her breasts in my hands, stroking my thumbs across her nipples as I do, and she snakes a leg around my waist, pulling me against her and tilting her hips up so she rubs her center along the length of my throbbing cock. If the sounds coming out of her mouth are any indication, the friction gives her what she needs in that moment.
With one hand, I undo the button and loosen the zipper on my jeans, then I hitch her up so she’s got both legs wrapped around my hips. With my dick pressed up between her legs and nothing between us but her leggings and my boxers, I thrust against her, rubbing myself along her clit. She closes her eyes and tilts her head back against the door as a sigh escapes, and then I lean down and capture one of her nipples through the sheer fabric of her nude bra. I swear she whimpers as my tongue slides across the stiffened peak, and then she’s reaching up and sliding the fabric aside so her breast springs free, bare skin against my tongue. I suck her into my mouth, swirling my tongue around her nipple, and her hips set an erratic pace in response.
“Oh shit,” she gasps.
“Is that a good shit?” I mutter against her breast as I pull away to look at her.
“God yes, don’t stop. It’s just ...” Her face flushes.
“You’re close?”
“Yeah.”
“Good. I fully plan on making you come about five different ways.”
She lets out a husky laugh. “Carry on, then.”
“I think I will,” I say as I dip my mouth back down to her chest. Her skin is slick and sweet, and I try to memorize the curve of her breast, the hard peak of her nipple, and how it feels in my mouth, the same way I’ve memorized every other detail about her.
“I can’t,” she gasps, her head falling forward to rest on my shoulder.
“Can’t what?”
“I can’t come like this. I’m too tense holding onto you with my legs.”
“Easily fixed,” I say as I slide her down me. Once her feet are on the ground, I turn her around so I’m cradling her back against my chest and I slide my fingertips into the band of her leggings and graze my palm along her stomach.
“Tom.” She groans. “Touch me. Now.” I will never get tired of her telling me what to do—this demanding side of her is such a turn-on.
My fingertips meet her swollen clit, stroking over the bundle of nerves in a way that elicits the sounds I’ve dreamed about hearing from her. I can’t wait to hear her make those sounds while she’s riding my cock.
“My God,” she says so softly it would come off as a prayer if she didn’t follow it up with a low moan of pleasure that reverberates against my lips as I trail kisses down the side of her neck. She’s so wet that my finger slides across her clit with no resistance, and all I want is to be doing exactly what I’m doing right now while simultaneously moving inside her. I have never craved being close to someone the way I do with Avery.
“Oh shit,” she says, her hand flying forward to press against the door as she leans her head back against my collarbone. Her hips are moving to the rhythm I’m setting. “Don’t stop,” she says, as if I had any intention of not delivering on this orgasm.
“Not a chance in hell that we’re stopping.”
