The Strip

Part 10

Freen POV:

The first thing you notice when she presses into you again is the way her bottom lip trembles right before she kisses you. It reverberates in your heart like the beginnings of an earthquake, l the moment the ground shifts and you lose your footing.

She lets out the tiniest of whimpers when you kiss her harder, trying to get the trembling bottom lip to steady, because, it's okay, you're okay, is all you want her to feel.

The second thing you notice is the way your hands immediately grip at her shirt, desperate and longing and needy. You're pulling her closer, needing her closer, wanting her closer.

You ball the material in your hands and step backwards to pull her towards her bedroom. She moves fluidly with you, your bodies in sync as you somehow manage to avoid all obstacles on your path.

Her hands hover tentatively over you - your cheeks, your shoulders, your hips - and you're so busy pulling her, you don't have time to swoon (or tease her) for her unending chivalry. She's forced to grasp onto your waist when you decide to stop abruptly, putting an end to her unsure hands.

"Sorry," she mumbles, and you bite her bottom lip, pressing your hands over hers to keep them in place when she tries to pull them away.

"Show me your bedroom," you reply, nipping at the kiss-swollen lips again.

A surge of confidence flows through her at your request, her chest puffing up slightly before she steps into you again and guides you to her bedroom. She pins you against the closed door of her room with her hips, assaulting your neck with her lips. When she nips at your pulse point, a surge of heat shoots straight between your thighs. You try to give her more access, letting you head fall back while she drives your pulse higher.

You lean too far back, though, as your head thunks against the door.

"Ouch," you whine with a pitiful pout.

She does her best to stifle her laughter, letting her hands run through your hair to comfort the bruise and pressing a kiss to your nose.

"Are you okay?" She asks, matching your pout with one of her own. "Do you want to go back to the kitchen?" Her eyes search your face, looking for any hint of hesitation. Any reason to stop. Always searching. Always attentive. Always so giving.

You shake your head vigorously. "I want you," you repeat, and place your hands on the front of her shirt, gripping the material and pulling her in for another messy kiss. She reaches behind you and opens the door, one hand supporting your lower back as you walk backwards to her bed.

The back of your knees hit the mattress, and you sit, pulling her with you while you move into the middle of the bed, loath to part your mouth from hers for even a breath of air.

Her arms shake as they press into the mattress to support her weight. You slide your tongue into her willing mouth and pull the hem of her shirt up over her bra. You catch a hint of red, and continue pulling the material until it's over her head and on the floor.

You push her away for a split second so you can look at what the gods have graced you with. The red lace bra she wears makes your mouth water. Her toned abs and sun kissed skin make your mind hazy with lust and your sex ache with need.

"Are you okay?" She asks.

"I am fantastic. I want you, Rebecca. If you ask me that one more time, I'm going to tie you to this bed."

Although her cheeks turn a bright red, the sparkle in her eye, and the, "is that a promise?" she husks out sends another pang of want to the apex of your thighs.