“No, not even close. But I will get there.”
“That’s what I’m afraid of,” she whispers.
A quick glance at my watch proves it’s later than I thought.
“I should probably go so you can get back to whatever you were doing before.”
“A whole lot of nothing.”
When I look over, it seems like she’s closer than she was before. She’s curled her feet up on the couch and one of her toes is brushing the side of my leg. I grab her foot and tickle the bottom.
She shrieks with laughter. “No! I can’t stand being tickled.”
“That was just your subtle way of asking for a foot rub then?” My hands stop their feathery movements and start massaging instead.
Ariana sighs. When I look over a minute later, her eyes are closed. Then she moans.
I bite the inside of my cheek. It’s torture listening to this while she’s wiggling all over the couch next to me. She made those little sounds when I kissed her that night, too. Soft little whimpers and sweet little sighs that make a man imagine how she’ll sound while he’s inside her.
My hand inches up her leg, running over the smooth skin of her calf. I close my eyes. She’s so damn soft.
Stop thinking about how soft she is.
Definitely don’t think about how wet she is.
When I open my eyes, Ariana is watching me with a knowing little smile. She's on her back with both her legs stretched into my lap. While I watch, she lets her legs fall open. The shorts she has on are loose enough that I can see her black panties.
I groan and Ariana pushes her foot harder into my lap. I squeeze her ankle in warning. “You just can’t resist starting trouble, can you?”
“That doesn’t look like trouble.”
“Doesn’t it? Feels like it to me.”
She bites her lip. “It looks like it would feel good.”
I release her legs and climb across the couch until I’m nearly straddling her. She lets out a soft murmur as our bodies touch.
“Why can’t I stay away from you? You really have cast a spell on me, haven’t you?”
Her hand curls behind my neck and pulls me closer.
“I just want to know what it would have been like.”
At my raised eyebrow, she continues. “That night, if your phone hadn’t rang. If we’d left together. I just want to know…”
Our lips crash together as if on cue, neither of us able to wait a minute longer before giving in to this undeniable pull. Because we both know where things were going that night before we’d gotten interrupted.
To her bed.
Or my bed.
Or against the wall.
Kissing me seems to have given her permission to stop holding back. No longer coy, Ariana wraps her legs around my waist and is practically humping me from below. Her hips undulate and the loose fabric of her shorts is no match for how hard we’re grinding. She gasps into my mouth as I rub against the right spot.
“Oh my god. That feels so good. Vin.”
Hearing her calling out for me is like injecting liquid sex into my veins. My hands caress her legs before moving up to yank at the waistband of her shorts. I lift up only long enough to pull them off and throw them over my shoulder. The sight of her in simple black cotton panties should not be so insanely sexy. But this is Ariana and everything she does excites me.