I smirk. “I don’t date girls from Alleghany.”
Neither of us move.
“Come here.” I lean back on my elbows.
She straddles my lap, the heat between her legs settling right over the bulge in my shorts. Her hair falls around us, some fruity scent filling my nostrils. My hands fall to her hips, guiding her movements as she grinds against me.
Her breathing quickens as her forehead falls to my shoulder. I feel her lips press against the curve where my neck meets my shoulder, just above the hem of my shirt. Gently at first, then with more urgency. She sucks the skin and I groan her name.
My hand travels up her thigh and inside her shorts. She’s wet forme, and that knowledge thrills me like nothing else. Something warm and encouraging spreads through me, instead of the alarm bells that should be blaring. I shouldn’t want her at all. I definitely shouldn’t want herthismuch. Setting aside the fact Matt and the rest of the guys would consider this the highest form of betrayal, it won’t go anywhere.
Natalie tugs at my sweatshirt. My shirt comes off with it. Her mouth lands on mine and we’re kissing again—messy and familiar and desperate.
I pull my hand out of her shorts and yank up her shirt. She’s not wearing a bra underneath. I run my fingers across the soft flesh, watching her arch and react to my touch.
Her hand reaches for my shorts, pulling the elastic waistband down until my dick appears. I tilt my head back and groan when she grips me, resisting the urge to thrust in her hand. I’m worried I’ll come from this alone.
“Natalie.”
I reach into my pocket, fumbling for the foil packet. She sits up and shimmies her shorts and underwear off, returning to my lap once I have the condom on.
I have anIs this really happening?moment. It’s never been like this with a girl. I’m not thinking or worrying about anything—not focused on anything besides touching her. It’s the sweetest form of bliss. Lust clouds all my impulses as I lean into my basest instincts. My body knows what it’s seeking.
When she sinks down, it’s even better than I remember. The wet heat, her breathy moans, the pleasure coursing through my blood.
Her tongue runs along my bottom lip as our hips ride out an eager rhythm. “You taste like tequila,” she whispers.
“So do you.”
She laughs, a breathy one that skims across my lips and leaves a residue behind. It feels like we’ve done this more than once before. There’s an easy familiarity that comes with being around someone you care about. I just have no idea how—or when—she fell into that category.
I barely last until she’s clenching around me.
I wad the used condom up in a napkin and pull my shorts back on, not bothering with my shirt. The cool air feels good on my bare skin. Natalie wraps herself in one of the blankets.
We lie down again, side by side. She’s close enough I hear every breath. My heartbeat gradually slows, leaving nothing but contentment behind. Again, it’s the last thing I should feel around her. But the lingering haze of tequila and the satisfying release from sex clouds any concern. I stare up at the sky and relax.
“You don’t look serious.”
I roll my head, looking at her.
Upturned lips, flushed face.
“This is bad,” I say.
There’s a pause as her lips quirk, registering my words. Her smile hits me square in the chest, rattling around in my chest like spare change in a cupholder.
“Yep,” she agrees.
Then we both start laughing.
And fuck if it doesn’t feel as intimate as the sex.
CHAPTERFOURTEEN
NATALIE
“Good morning, Natalie.”