I tried my hardest to think of her as the girl I first met. It helped me in times when I felt I was falling deep.
Except, she wasn’t seventeen anymore. And she wasn’t looking at me like some bright-eyed teenage girl with an infatuation.
If I let myself admit it, she hadn’t looked at me that way since she returned. Maybe, just maybe, I felt it too when she was around because that was when it was impossible for me to ignore.
“Malcolm.” She whispered my name like a plea and I was instantly thrown back to that night. The night I first kissed her.
I blinked and then she was straddling my lap.
Holy fuck!
I didn’t know what to do.
“I miss your touch, Malcolm,” she whispered and she was right there for the taking. “I wish for it all the time. Even before you kissed me. I think I’ve wanted it for a long time now.”
It was then that I realized my fists were clenched at my sides.
“Tell me…” she whispered. Her eyes were on mine and her fingers lightly dug into my shoulders. Even in the dark of night, I could see how much she wanted me. “Tell me there’s more with us. Tell me you want more from me.”
My hand raised on its own. Her hair was silky against my fingers as I tucked it behind her ear. She was so beautiful and warm. Touching her only made it harder for me to hold back.
As my fingers trailed along the skin behind her ear she shivered hard. Her eyes threatened to close but she held them open, held them on me. I couldn’t help but continue to trace the line down the curve of her neck.
“Yeah, Ingram, I want more. I want all of you,” I said and my voice sounded raw.
My hand moved around to lightly grip the back of her head as I brought our lips together.
I kissed her and she didn’t hesitate to kiss me back. It’d been far too long that I’d gone without this and I hated it. But I only had myself to blame.
What started off sweet and tentative quickly turned heated. Her fingers were threading through my hair, gripping the strands so tightly that it began to sting a little. Her body pressed into mine as she opened her mouth for me.
Trying to hold onto some sort of control, my tongue slowly glided over hers but when she moaned at the simple touch, I broke.
I gripped the back of her head, crushing us together even more as my other hand went to her hip. It didn’t take much to pull her against my throbbing, jean covered cock.
“Oh, yes,” she moaned out softly as her lips ripped away from mine. “Yes.”
I kissed down her neck as her head fell back and her hips began to rock back and forth against me.
“That feels so…” Her words trailed off as I nipped the tender flesh at the curve of her neck. “I want it all, Malcolm.”
I always thought it was cute how Ingram wore dresses all the time. But right now it wasn’t cute, it was hot as hell and perfect. I didn’t want to say convenient, but it was because it wouldn’t take much to slip in and find out how much she wanted me.
As my hand ran up her thigh, I felt the tiny goosebumps rising on her skin and I knew it wasn’t because she was cold. A smile tipped up my lips and I pulled back a little so I could watch her face.
My thumb grazed over her swollen, panty covered clit. A tiny moan slipped out of her throat and I did it again so I could hear her repeat the sound. Over and over, I teased her. Her panties became soaked even more as her back arched into me.
She was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen. So sexy and erotic right now. Absolute perfection.
“No, I want more. I want you,” she said as I started to hook my finger around the edge of her panties.
I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. Maybe I didn’t really hear her right over the pounding in my ears. I tried like hell to control my breathing as my heart felt like it wanted to beat out of my chest.
“No,” I choked out and part of me was cursing myself in my head. “Not out here like this. You deserve more. Privacy. A bed.”
Her head shook like she was telling me I was wrong.
One of us had to keep a level head and I feared I wouldn’t be able to do that much longer.
