His lips. His lips were perfect. They were so close, parted slightly, softer looking than any man had a right to.
Teela was well aware that she’d tossed her cookies earlier in the evening and there was no way she was kissing those lips and forcing her gross lingering mouth germs on them.
Ross’ eyes lowered as his gaze dropped to her chin and trailed lower and too late, she realized that her dress had gapped open and since the thing had a built in bra, she’d opted to go without so she wouldn’t ruin the overall look of the dress with excess straps peeking out here and there and her breasts pushed up way too far for dinner with his parents. Even in the darkened room she could see the edge of her nipple peeking out from edge of the fabric.
Her breath changed. Ross’ breath changed. They were both breathing too loud. Too raspy.
Teela wished she had some control over her body’s reaction. She wasn’t used to this, this new feeling. She’d never felt so out of control just being close to another person. She wanted to blame it solely on her wonky hormones, but she knew she couldn’t really get away with that.
She’d sworn off this. This feeling. This vulnerability. She’d opened herself before and she’d been burned every single time. She thought she wanted to spend the rest of her life alone. She thought she knew who she was and what she wanted. Now… with Ross looking at her like that, she wasn’t sure. She didn’t know anything at all.
“We should probably go. I mean, we have to work in the morning. I don’t want to be late. We can’t show up together.”
“It’s the middle of the night.”
“I know, but-”
Ross’ finger on her lips silenced her protests. He leaned in, his face getting closer and closer and all she could do was lay there like a dummy and melt into the mattress. Because she didn’t really want to leave. It was the middle of the night. It would be cold outside. The bed was so warm. So, so warm. She trembled as Ross’ finger fell away from her lips and trailed down her chin, down her neck, down lower, between her breasts.
“W-what are you doing?” she gasped.
The rasp of Ross’ breath started a firestorm in her veins. Her blood felt like it was on fire and her nipples were hard and peaked and below the belt, she was more than ready. She blamed it on the dream. That fiery, horrible, vivid dream. Where Ross’ body had covered hers. Where she’d come alive and he’d been inside of her and the pleasure…
Her hand shot out, intending to push him away because she needed to tell him that they couldn’t and shouldn’t be doing any of this, not in his parent’s house, not in any house but instead her fingers grazed soft hair at the nape of his neck. She tried to withdraw but her hand brushed his shoulder and the muscles bunched and shifted below the skin. Instead of shoving him away, she drew him closer. He bent his head, his breath hot against the sensitive skin at the nape of her neck.
When he kissed her there, suckling her sweetly and gently, those warm lips lighting her entire body up and sending that wildfire sweeping through her veins, she was gone. She was so gone. There was no pushing Ross away.
There was no way she should want him there, but she did.
CHAPTER 18
Ross
Teela melted into the mattress below him. She was so responsive to his touch, so ridiculously responsive, it sent chills skittering up his spine. His balls clenched up and somehow those chills ended up right at his dick. Which was also incredibly responsive to Teela being responsive.
He palmed the sweet globe of her breast and she arched up on a tiny whimper, thrusting into his hand like she was aching for his touch, the exact way he was doing it. He pushed the fabric of her dress aside and rolled his index finger over her hard nipple. She sucked in her breath and when he pinched her nipple gently, she made a muffled sound low in her throat. She was obviously trying to be quiet.
“My parents’ bedroom is on the other side of the house. You don’t have to worry about them hearing anything.”
“Still… Ross, this is- wrong,” Teela panted, because like hell was letting up on her glorious breasts. He had the other one exposed- that dress she’d picked out was just about the world’s most perfect dress allowing him to slowly roll his fingers over that nipple too. Couldn’t let the first have all the fun, after all.
“There isn’t anything wrong about it,” he assured her. “The door’s shut, the house was well built. We don’t have to worry about sound travelling.”