Tyson
I meanevery word I’m telling Cori, and I won’t be happy until she’s convinced that I can’t go back to the life I had without her in it. It took coming back here to see that. Maybe I’ve known it all along. It doesn’t matter; I know it now.
“I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you.” Why I’m so nervous to say the words, I have no idea. “I’m so sorry I left like I did. It was wrong of me, but there was so much going on.”
“I forgive you.” Cori places her hand on mine, and I’m struck with the urge to bring her fingers to my lips. “I don’t understand all of it, but I want to, Ty.”
A load is lifted off my shoulders. “I’ll tell you everything. It’s all I want to do.”
“Can it wait?” She asks, leaning closer to me. “The explanation.”
“Oh yeah,” I say. “It can wait.” The air between us grows thick, and after a beat of timelessness, we both lean in toward each other. I stiffen against my jeans the moment my lips crash down on hers. Her mouth is as silky smooth as I remember. Our tongues dance, hungry to taste every inch of each other.
I lean forward a little further, unable to get enough of her and—
Honk.
“Shit,” I say, pulling my elbow away from the horn. Cori erupts into a fit of giggles. God, how I’ve missed that laugh. It sends a wave of nervous laughter through me as well. The fact that we’re sitting in the high school parking lot, making out, isn’t lost on me. Cori makes me feel like a teenager in that horny, nervous, got to have you right now sort of way.
“Let’s get out of the parking lot before someone calls the cops,” she says, biting into her bottom lip.
“Good idea.” I chance it. “Where do you want to go?”
“Where are you staying?”
“The Thunder Mountain Lodge.” Cori looks at me with hooded eyes, and I know that’s where we’ll be headed. I don’t speak; I just put the car in drive and try to keep the speed limit, anxious to have her sprawled out on my bed so I can taste her sweetness once more.
By the time we get there neither of us have said much, but no words are really needed. We both know what’s about to go down. I take her by the hand and lead her to my room, stopping every so often to consume her delicious lips. My hands have a mind of their own, and I’m unable to stop myself from squeezing her ass, her hips, her breasts over her blouse as we fumble our way toward the room.
The electronic sensor beeps, and I throw open the door. “Is this weird?” She asks once we’re inside. “I mean, it kind of is for me.”
“A little, but not weird enough to stop.” I brush her hair away from her shoulder and caress the back of her neck, bringing her hot mouth toward mine. She shrugs out of her coat and helps me out of mine.
“You’re so fucking beautiful, Cori Anne.”
“Oh my God, stop.” She giggles into my mouth, pressing her soft frame up against me. Her pelvis grinds against my length, and I can’t stop the groan from leaving my lips. “Cori Anne,” I tease her again.
Cori pulls away and presses her palm against my chest. “That’s enough of that.” She raises one eyebrow, letting me know she’s teasing, but I won’t call her that again. I pinch her sides, and she giggles, then I pull her toward me once more. The amount of comfort I feel with her is almost a phenomenon.
Sex is one thing. It’s easy and animalistic, but true connections are hard to find, and when you do, you can’t let them go—not twice. Not again.
I grab her shirt and wiggle it over her head, then palm her breast through the lacy fabric of her bra. When I can’t take it anymore, I reach around and unclasp it, watching in awe as her beautiful tits bounce against her rib cage. Her soft flesh overflows from my fingers. Cori moans when I take one of her diamond-hard nipples into my mouth. I can’t get enough of her.
“You are so fucking sexy,” I say, hungry for her in a way I’ve never felt for any other woman. I kiss a trail down her stomach, undoing her jeans and sliding them over her curvy hips. Her breath catches, and I love watching how she shivers beneath my touch. I press my nose into her center and take a long inhale.
“Dammit, Cori,” I say, nibbling at her over her panties, making her gasp. “You smell fucking amazing.” I rub her over the fabric, and she spreads her legs for me as I run my tongue along her inner thigh until I reach the crease of her panties. “I can’t resist you.” Unable to take it any longer, I pull them to the side and dip my tongue into her dripping wet slit.
Cori fists the back of my hair, pulling my face into her silky wetness. I don’t mind. I love the way she tastes. I use the pad of my finger to trace a figure-eight against her stiffened bud. I glance up in her direction and watch her breasts bounce as her breathing increases. Once she’s good and dripping wet, I slide one finger inside of her and suck her tiny bundle of nerves into my mouth, letting all of her juices dribble down my chin.
I’m in heaven. Nothing tastes as sweet as my Cori. I hook my thumbs into her panties and pull them over her full hips, exposing her fully to me.
I press one finger inside of her and twist my hand, finding her spot while sucking her hard. She lets out a moan, and her grip on the back of my hair tightens. “Oh my God, yes.” She moans, followed by a little squeak. “That’s the spot.”
“You like that?” I tease, my hot breath tickling her.
“Don’t stop.”
“Never,” I say and allow her to press my face into her while I go to town. Within seconds, Cori lets out a long, low moan, and her opening twitches against my lips. I lap up every ounce of her juices as she comes.
She’s breathless as I kiss my way up her stomach. The reality of the situation comes back into my consciousness—this is my best friend’s little sister, the same woman that disrupted my oldest friendship. Before I can overthink it, she wraps her arms around my neck and slides her tongue into my mouth.
Who cares? I love the woman.
“Christ, Ty.” I kiss her chin, her neck, her breasts. “I could get used to that.”
“Good,” I say, and I mean it. This time, I’m not letting Cori out of my sight.