Page 102 of Fame & Chaos

Instead, she swings her leg over mine and straddles my lap.

My eyes fly open.

She smirks against my mouth before cupping my face in both hands and kissing me harder, more confidently this time.

Holy fucking hell.

I run my hands up her back, dragging her flush against my chest while our tongues move together slowly and deeply beneath the cool evening breeze.

My cock is painfully hard now.

Having nothing but layers of clothing separating our bodies feels like torture. Every little movement of Indi’s hips against me sends heat roaring through my veins, and all I can think about is rolling her beneath me and grinding against her until we’re both completely wrecked.

But I don’t.

Because this is only supposed to be a kiss.

And because we’re in public.

Her hips shift experimentally against me, and friction drags across my aching cock. A rough groan escapes my throat before I can stop it.

She immediately giggles against my mouth, and Christ, if she does that again, I’m going to lose every scrap of self-control I have left. Slowly, she softens the kiss and stills her hips before finally pulling back, both of us breathing hard.

She rests her forehead against mine, and I stare into her eyes while trying desperately to drag oxygen back into my lungs.

But looking at her only steals my breath all over again.

She’s going to break me.

I know that much for certain.

Then again, my heart’s already been broken because of her once before, so how much more damage can she really do?

She smiles softly and pulls her forehead away from mine before brushing her thumb across my bottom lip.

“Lip gloss,” she murmurs.

I smirk. “Pink suits me, or so I’ve been told.”

“Yeah, it does,” she replies with a quiet laugh as she leans back slightly, finally giving my cock some relief from the pressure of her body grinding against it.

“That was some kiss,” I say, still struggling to catch my breath.

Her smile softens. “Yeah. We were always really good at that. I just wanted to know what it would feel like again.”

“And?” I ask. “Was it what you expected?”

She hums thoughtfully. “Hmm… mediocre at best.” The grin that spreads across her face melts me completely.

Clutching dramatically at my chest, I feign heartbreak while she giggles and swings her leg off my lap, sitting back down beside me on the grass.

“Sorry, I couldn’t meet your expectations. Maybe I should try harder next time.”

Her gaze drifts downward toward the obvious bulge in my jeans. “I think if you try any harder, you might explode.”

I grin lazily. “Sometimes explosions are a good thing.”

“Not when you still have your pants on. That could get messy.”