Page 59 of Sparks Fly

She nodded once like she was holding herself together by force. I lifted my arms slowly and gave her the space to change her mind if she needed to.

She didn’t.

She yanked my shirt up and over my head in one impatient motion while her breath caught as my skin met the air. Before I could even register the look on her face, she grabbed the hem of her own T-shirt and pulled it off like the waiting had finally become unbearable.

The sight of her in just a red lacy bra stole the breath straight out of me. But before I could register it, she reached around and unclasped her bra, letting it fall.

“Fuck,” I murmured.

God she’s fucking perfect.

“Your turn,” She said looking at my sports bra. I didn’t even question it, just lifted it up and over my head and tossed it onto the floor.

She didn’t drop back into my lap right away. Her hands slid slowly over my bare skin, like now that she could touch me she wanted to take her time.

Her palms moved first and then her fingers followed while she traced the lines of my body, taking in the warmth of my skin.

I sucked in a breath when her thumbs brushed higher.

“Addison…” I said, though it wasn’t really a warning.

She looked up at me with dark eyes, checking in.

I nodded.

That was all she needed.

She leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to my collarbone and then another one slower and more deliberate. Her lips lingered warm and open before sucking gently like she was learning exactly what would make me lose my mind.

“Oh—fuck,” I breathed my head tipped back.

She smiled against my skin and kissed lower before trailing back up again with her mouth moving slowly like she was savoring every reaction. When her lips closed around my nipple, warm and sure, my hands tightened on her hips.

“Jesus,” I groaned. “You’re—”

She hummed with quiet satisfaction and did it again, sucking just enough to pull another sound from me. Her hands braced on my ribs as she explored my body with her mouth in an unhurried, reverent way.

I was soaked.

I pulled her back up into a kiss because I couldn’t help it. The kiss was messy like I needed her mouth on mine again or I was going to come apart.

She met me immediately.

Then her hips rolled slowly against my lap, experimental at first. I moaned loud and ragged.

She lifted her head with swollen lips and dark pleased eyes. “Like that?” she asked softly.

I laughed breathlessly. “You know I do.”

That was all the encouragement she needed. She went back to me with intention now, her mouth working slowly while her lips and tongue explored what made me lose control. She sucked just enough to make my hips jerk before I could stop it and then eased back like she wanted to feel the reaction again.

“Jesus,” I muttered as my composure slipped. “You’re doing that on purpose.”

Her mouth curved faintly against my skin and my hands slid up her back while my grip tightened.

“Addison,” I said again, and this time it sounded more like a plea.

She lifted her head and her eyes shone when she looked at me. “You’re shaking,” she said quietly.