It was late, way late, and I didn't do this.
Stay out until midnight. Drinking. With a guy.
"Wait," he breathed, tugging me away from the door I was fumbling to unlock. He pushed me up against the house, so dark I could barely see him in the shadows.
But I could feel him.
Hand up my sides, mouth on my neck, he ground himself against me, and I gave it right back. Maybe it was the dark. The alcohol. The way he smelled. The way he smiled at me. I let him rub himself over me, the trail of his mouth burning fire, and my guts rolling in anticipation.
We were about to hold hands and jump.
Edward didn't jump.
He dropped to his knees.
He set his forehead to my stomach, slipping his fingers up my legs and nudging them under the edge of my underwear.
"I've got it bad, B. You've got me so twisted." He spoke soft and low, palming my ass, and I dropped my purse with a thud. He nosed my underwear, nuzzling his face between my legs. "I just want you. Let me chase you."
I pulled off his baseball cap. Tossed it to the side and dug my fingers into his hair. Pushing him closer. Urging him deeper. Catching my breath as his mouth laid heavy and wet over me, and he sucked. Sighing as he slipped a finger inside and licked me. Shuddering while he explored me with his tongue, with his teeth, another finger, hot breath, and me unraveling like a spring that had been wound way too tight, for way too long.
He finished lazy and slow, sloppy kisses as he hummed the last of my comedown from me, wiping his face on his shirt as he stood. I trembled against him, panting, knees knocking, heart clanging like a dinner bell as he whispered in my ear.
"Got'cha."
AN
*fans self*
HH is my favorite.
Thank you for reading!
HB