She gazes up at me with those big blue eyes, her perfect lips curved up in a faint smile. She could point out that the permanent marks I made on myself are angry and spiteful, while hers are hopeful and reminiscent of better times. She could point out that despite being a year younger than me, she clearly has a much better handle on how to deal with life. She could at least be annoyed that every mark I’ve put on my body in some way relates to an ex.
But she doesn’t. She gazes up at me like I’m the greatest thing she’s ever seen, and it’s all I can do not to close the distance between us and kiss her.
It doesn’t help that she didn’t bother to zip her jeans back up. She pulled them back up on her hips, but didn’t zip them, so I get a peek at the scrap of pale pink lace of her panties.
“Why do you like me?” I ask her.
“Why wouldn’t I like you?” she asks, absently resting her hand on my stomach, then tracing the ridges of my abdominal muscles. “I’m going to avoid pointing out that you have this body, this face, and that head of hair since it’s all kind of superficial, but you know what you’ve got going on here. The important thing is, you’re just as attractive on the inside, you just don’t want anyone to know. You’ve got this rebel without a cause thing going on and you push people away, but only because you’re sick of being hurt. You’re grumpy sometimes, but you still help me out every time I’m in a jam. I can tell you have it in you to be really devoted; I mean, you kidnapped your ex-girlfriend. If that’s not serious devotion, I don’t know what is. You’re smart—you know how to pick locks, which is some combination of scary and sexy that I’m really into. You watch Smallville with me every single night even though you hate it. You’re honest and upfront about how you feel and what you want when you could easily be an asshole and just use your looks to your advantage. You—”
She’s still going, but I’ve heard enough. She’s crazy, but she’s genuine.
I reach over to cradle the back of her head in my hand, then draw nearer. Her blue eyes widen in surprise and a nervous breath rushes out of her, but she doesn’t move away. I just brush my lips against hers to begin with, simple and light. Excitement moves through me, anticipation coiling up inside of me as she kisses me back. As the perfect, plump lips that have haunted more than a couple of my dreams brush against mine and she opens for me, reaching for me like she needs to pull me closer.
I oblige, rolling on top of her and trapping her beneath me. One of her hands moves around my waist, holding me close. The other moves through my hair and settles on the back of my head, keeping me from pulling back as she deepens the kiss.
Fuck. Straight to my groin. I growl against her mouth, catching her arms and bringing them to her sides, pinning her to the bed as I kiss her. She moans in approval, hooking her leg around my thigh and lifting her head to meet my lips.
God, she makes the sexiest little noises. Desperate, needy little sounds that turn my blood molten. I might not have started kissing her if I’d have realized I might never want to stop, but with every helpless noise of pleasure she makes, I want to give her more.
Releasing one of her hands, I shove my hand down the front of her jeans. Carly gasps, our lips separating for a moment as her head falls back, then she lifts up and crushes her lips to mine again.
My fingers slide up under the scant fabric of her panties and I rub her pussy, catching her groans with my mouth.
“Vince,” she says on a gasp, wrapping her arms around my neck and pulling me closer, kissing me harder.
I break away long enough to murmur, “You want me to touch you?”
“Yes,” she says, between kisses. “Please.”
“You want me to make you come?”
Her head lolls back again as I slide a finger inside her. She’s so fucking hot for me she practically purrs as I rub my index finger against her clit. “Oh, God,” she says, her hands falling to her sides. She presses her hands against the bed as I delve deeper, then come back to play with her clit.
I kiss her hard, then I murmur against her lips, “I want a taste.”
Her eyes are closed, her head pressed back against the pillows as I continue exploring her with my fingers. “Taste my pussy, Vince.”