Page 77 of Only Ever Yours
Because he locks his arms around me and drags me on top of him—right against his rock-hard chest.
“Like fucking hell, you are.” He grits out, and I freeze on top of him. “You aren’t going anywhere, not when I can feel this smooth body next to mine, not when I already have you in my bed.” He wraps his hand behind my neck, pulling my lips so close to his. “I bet your sweet little pussy wants to be fucked right now,” My mouth parts ona moan.Oh, god.Knowing he affects me, he chuckles and pulls my bottom lip between his teeth. “I bet if I were to reach between your thighs, I would feel you dripping for me… are you dripping for me, Peachy?”
I moan against his lips, “Jay…” I’m at war with myself, and I try to lift my head to escape his spell. But who the fuck am I kidding, the pull is too much. I already know I’m going to crumble under his touch.
“Peachy—” our lips finally crash, he takes his time to caress every inch of them, nipping and sucking before pushing his tongue past my swollen lips, and I slowly begin to melt into him.
He lifts his hips, pushing himself up into me, and I can feel just how hard he is for me.
Why the hell did I even come in here?
The thought briefly crosses my mind, but then his hand slides down my back and lands on my ass, his hand burning into me when he presses me further into him. I whimper and find myself slowly grinding on top of him. His strong arms lift me and put me into the perfect position to grind on his hardened length. And now I know there will be no stopping this.
His loud moan confirms my thoughts, and his upward thrusts start matching my rhythm.
Dry humping.
But are we really crossing the line if we have clothes on? At least it seems better in my fucked-up head.
This man has turned me into a complete fool time and time again. My body is a whore for him and his touch; I can admit that. Any reasoning in my head is turned off whenever we're close. I’m consumed with need, and it’s a need that only he can satisfy.
He tugs my bottom lip with his teeth. I’m about to lose all control.
His deep voice is strangled as he speaks, “Damn, Peachy, it’s never felt like this, this good before.”
I pull back, unsure of his meaning, “What the fuck is that supposed to mean? Are you fucking comparing me to other women you’ve been with?”
My sister's face flashes through my head. I can’t. I push back from his chest, sitting up to get off him, and slide to the floor. He grabs for my waist and misses, grabbing my wrist instead.
“Shit, that’s not what I fucking mean. Stop.”
I jerk away from his grasp and take off to my bedroom. And he's hot on my trail.
Jaydon
Motherfucker, I’ve screwed up.Big time.That didn’t come out right.
“Goddammit, Peachy, come back. That’s not what I fucking meant.”
“Jaydon, just get the hell away from me!” She yells, slamming the door in my face.
I raise my hand, banging on it. “Let me in so I can explain.” I blow a hard breath from my lips.
How the hell did I fuck this up so badly?I need her to let me in so we can talk.
“Good night, Jaydon!” She yells, annoyed, from the other side of the door.
I pound the door with the palm of my hand. “Please, Fuck… open the damn door, Ellie!”
“Go away! Go call whoever the hell else you fuck.”
“I don’t want to call anyone else, Ellie. Please, I need to come in.”
“You're not coming anywhere tonight, Jaydon, unless it's in your hand!”
I bite my lip, pinching the bridge of my nose, and laugh. I can't fucking believe this. My Peachy is feisty, that’s for sure. Her smart-ass mouth is exactly why I’m falling for her.
I knock again, calmer this time. “Ellie...”
