Defining Love: Volume 3 (Defining Love #3) by Elizabeth Reyes

herself away from the doorway and took a few steps
forward sashaying toward me as my heart thundered in anticipation. “I’m
absolutely and hopelessly in love with you too, Aaron.”
    The moment she was close enough, I wrapped my arms around her
waist and pulled her to me. “Don’t ever disappear on me again,” I whispered
before kissing those lips I’d ached to kiss for too long then pulled away to
look at her before kissing her even deeper.
    Her mouth was even softer and sweeter than I’d imagined. It was a
struggle to remain calm and kiss her as softly as I knew I should, but I’d been
dreaming of this for too long, imagining what it would be like to hold her in
my arms, taste her mouth, and now, even as I was doing it, I couldn’t get
enough.
    She ran her fingers through my hair gently as I pulled her even
tighter against me. I let my hands roam up and down her back, not sure if she’d
object to more than just kissing even if this weren’t just kissing anymore. I
was devouring her mouth, and she moaned softly in response. My mouth moved down
the side of her mouth, kissing her chin. She let her head fall back, and I dove
in, sucking the soft skin on her neck and making her entire body quiver and
moan even louder.
    I knew we should talk. There was so much we needed to discuss—get
straight—but I was almost afraid to. I wasn’t sure what exactly was happening
here. Why did she even come here tonight? Saying something that might stop
whatever it was that was happening was a risk I was not willing to take.
I’d waited too damn long for this. My body had yearned for this before my mind
would even allow me to admit how badly I wanted this—wanted her.
    My hands moved further down the side of her thighs then around
back, caressing the swell of her ass over her soft pants. There was zero
resistance. If she had resisted, I was ready to back off, but she only squirmed
and pressed her body against me—her breasts against my chest even her upper
thighs against my throbbing cock.
    On instinct, I lifted her up suddenly, spinning around slowly as
she took my face in her hands and kissed me greedily, sucking my tongue then my
lips. It was so fucking hot. I sat her down on the edge of my desk and spread
her legs. She wrapped her legs around my waist swaying her middle against my
aching crotch.
    “Fuck yeah ,” I groaned, feeling her hand slide over the
front of my bulging erection.
    In all the wet dreams I’d had of making love to Henri—and I’d had
plenty—they were just that— making love . Slow and beautiful. Not that
this wasn’t beautiful because gadamn, but I never imagined our first
time, if that is where this was headed, for me to be fucking her on my desk.
Then she said the magic words. “Do you have protection?”
    I froze, gulping and staring breathlessly into those beautiful
eyes. Without another thought, I practically jumped over my desk, reaching the
other side as she giggled, and opened the top drawer. I grabbed my wallet then
pushed everything off my desk. “Or we can go into my bedroom,” I offered as I
pulled the condom out of my wallet.”
    “No,” she said, sliding back onto the desk with a wicked smile.
“This is exciting. I wanna do it here.”
    My heart nearly pummeled out of my chest when I saw her starting to
pull her pants down. Her wicked smile flattened when I pulled my sweats down
and sprung right out fully erect. I was so fucking ready. She all but stopped
pulling her pants down and stared almost in a trance.
    “You okay?” I asked, slightly amused as I began slipping on the
condom.
    She nodded but continued to stare, and then it dawned on me. At
her age, it was highly possibly she was still a virgin, albeit not an entirely
innocent virgin since she had been living with her lesbian lover for months.
From the way she’d dived so eagerly into this tonight, she was coming across as
a bit of a sex kitten, as if she couldn’t be any more perfect. But this could
be her first time