CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR #2
She let out a sweet little giggle, all proud of herself. “Well, if I’m yours, then you’re mine too.”
I couldn’t lie. I loved the sound of that.
“Besides, you never asked me on a date. How was I supposed to know?” she added. “I read about it. The guy’s supposed to ask the girl to be his girlfriend while they’re on a date. If you wanted to, this could be our first one.”
Oh my God, she didn’t know.
I laughed. Didn’t even bother to hold it in.
She glared like I’d ruined her favorite book. “Why are you laughing?”
“Because dates these days aren’t like the ones in your books.”
“What do you mean?” She looked so confused.
“I mean, these days, if someone asks you on a date… it means they wanna fuck.”
She gaped at me. “W-what?”
“Uh-huh.”
“Why didn’t anyone tell me that back at the ranch?”
I shrugged. “Well, Michael’s dream is for his little sister to die a virgin, so… there’s your answer.”
She nodded slowly, eyes wide. “Now I totally get why you freaked out when I said one of Nathan’s brothers asked me on a date.”
My nostrils flared, and heat crawled under my skin.
“Which one again?” I asked, hoping this time she’d give me a name so I could go knock the bastard’s teeth in.
She smirked, seeing right through me. “Ha. You’ll never know.”
She paused, then sighed. “Ugh, I felt like such an idiot. I mean, I had Michael for a brother. And in the last few months at the ranch, he went on more dates than anyone.” She made a face. “And the guy has no filter.”
Oh, I fucking knew.
Michael had come up to me just the day before, put both hands on my shoulders, and said, “Man, you’re tense. You need to get laid.”
I nearly choked.
I was tense because I’d kissed his sister, and he had no idea.
And then, as if that wasn’t enough, he straight-up asked if I wanted to double-team Nathan’s sisters with him.
Jesus Christ.
Sarah moved closer, resting her head on my shoulder. Her fingers found mine where my hand rested on her thigh, and she traced the difference between our hands. Hers was so much smaller than mine, but when she intertwined our fingers, it just fit.
“You know when I found out the truth about Outsiders?” she murmured.
My eyes met hers. “When?”
“The moment you took my hand that night, when we left the ranch after the attack.” Her gaze dropped to our joined hands. “You made me believe I could survive. That night, I knew Outsiders are here to help us.”
My throat tightened. I didn’t know if I deserved that.
She had no idea who I used to be. What I’d done.
But I didn’t let myself think about it.
Instead, I cupped her cheek, tilting her face up, and kissed her. Her lips were warm and sweet and addictive.
God, I could kiss her forever.
When we finally pulled apart, we just stared at each other, breathless. But I knew we were thinking the same thing.
Her. Naked. Under me.
I looked around the empty rooftop, lit only by the stars. It was just us. Just her. No one to stop me from worshiping every inch of her.
“We’re alone,” I said.
A shy smile tugged at her lips. And that tiny smile had more power over me than any damn weapon.
“What can you do to me?”
I brushed my thumb over her bottom lip, pressing lightly, feeling just how soft she was. Then her tongue flicked out and licked my thumb.
Fuck me. My cock twitched, already aching for her.
“Did you… like that I licked your thumb?”
I fucking loved it.
“Yeah, I liked it.”
My hands sank into her waist, the need to be even closer hitting hard and fast. I slid one hand under her tank top, my fingertips tracing lazy circles on her stomach. Her nipples were already hard through that thin white tank, and I wanted my mouth on them.
My hand moved on its own, desperate for her warmth. I grabbed the hem of her tank top, heat flooding every vein in my body.
I clenched the fabric and tugged hard. The thin material gave way under my hands. The rip echoed in the quiet night as the tank top tore in half, from the bottom all the way to the top, until it fell uselessly to the floor beside her.
She gasped, and my breath caught in my throat.
For a second, she looked down at what was left of her tank top, her eyes wide with surprise. But then her expression shifted. That little spark of shock melted into something else.
She didn’t push me away. No. She fucking leaned in.
That was all I needed.
I grabbed her waist and pulled her onto my lap, burying my mouth against her skin, kissing, tasting, claiming every inch I’d just exposed.
My lips trailed down her neck, across her collarbone, over the delicate pink lace of her bra. She sucked in a breath, her teeth catching her lip, like she was trying to hold back a moan.
I sucked a mark onto her neck before my fingers brushed the clasp of her bra, and I didn’t even have to ask. She lifted her arms, giving me permission without a single word.
I unclasped the hook and slid the straps down, watching as the lace dipped lower, exposing more and more of her breasts until she was finally, finally, bare to me.
And fuck.
Her breasts were big for someone with such a petite frame, full and round, as if they were made to fit perfectly in my hands.
I licked my lips as the cool night air made her rosy-pink nipples tighten into little peaks just begging for my mouth.
“Jesus,” I breathed. I dragged a hand through my hair, trying to fucking breathe while I took her in. “These breasts… You’re fucking perfect.”
She smiled sweetly, almost innocent. Then her back arched slightly, like she was offering them to me.
And who was I to deny her?
My hand grazed her breast, my fingers teasing her skin before I took a full handful. I gritted my teeth, letting out a rough, needy sound as her nipple hardened even more under my touch.
Sarah’s whole body reacted. Her breath hitched, and her cheeks flushed that beautiful shade of red that fucking killed me.
I knew she was a virgin, but the way she blinked too many times as she watched me touch her told me everything.
“You seem curious,” I said, dragging my thumb in slow circles over her nipple. “No guy’s ever touched your breasts before?”
She shook her head, her voice barely a whisper. “No.”
Jesus, she was fucking surreal.
Her eyes stayed locked on my hand as I played with her, rolling her nipple between my fingers. Slowly, she closed her eyes, her lips parting in a breathy gasp as she gave in to the sensation.
That little sound? It made me hard as rock.
I hummed, running my fingers along the curve of her other breast before my mouth crashed into hers, all tongue and heat and hunger.
I didn’t hold back, and neither did she. She grabbed the back of my neck, pulling me into her kiss, and I groaned into her mouth as my hands squeezed her tits.
I eased away just enough to speak, smirking when she chased my mouth.
“You remember that night you climbed into my lap, playing our little games?” I shook my head. “Fuck, baby. You were so good at it.”
“I was?”
“Yeah…” I grabbed her hand, guiding it lower, pressing her palm to the bulge in my jeans, making her feel just how hard she’d made me. My erection was so obvious you could’ve seen it from space. “…and it still hurts right here.”
Her teeth sank into her lower lip, like she was just now realizing what she did to me.
My fingers curled around her waist, guiding her back onto the blanket until she was lying beneath me. Her bare feet brushed against the fabric, her body smooth, warm, open.
I trailed my gaze down her curves—those perfect hips, that ass made to fit in my hands, those slender thighs I’d spent way too many nights fantasizing about spreading open and kissing my way down.
My hand slid along her leg, then up her thigh, my fingers brushing the scar there. She licked her lips as I reached for the waistband of her shorts, playing with the fabric, making her wait.
She watched as I popped the first button.
And the second.
I hooked my fingers into the waistband and dragged her shorts down, revealing delicate pink panties with tiny bows on each side. The fabric was so fucking thin it barely covered anything.
I sucked in a sharp breath, and my cock throbbed so hard it was painful.
“Are you trying to kill me, baby?” I growled. “Is this a gift for me?”
She shifted beneath me, her breath shaky. “I wasn’t sure what your favorite color was.”
My lips twitched. She never actually asked. But if she had, I would’ve told her it was the color of her eyes.
I dipped my head and pressed an open-mouthed kiss just above the lace of her panties. Her body jolted, goose bumps rising all over her skin.
“Cold?” I asked, looking up at her.
She nodded quickly, but I saw the way her thighs pressed together, her chest rising just a little faster.
I ran my hands down her sides. “Don’t worry, baby. It’s about to get real hot.”
I lowered my mouth, bit down on one of the tiny lace bows at her hips and pulled, slow as hell, letting her feel every second of it.
She caught her bottom lip between her teeth, her hips lifting as the first bow came undone.
I moved to the other side, lips grazing her skin, and tugged the second one with my teeth. The panties slipped down her thighs, pooling on the blanket beneath her, leaving her completely bare.
The girl I’d fantasized about a thousand times was right here, naked under the stars. Mine.
My body stiffened, my lips parting as my eyes roamed over every gorgeous inch of her naked body. She was a fucking vision, so tempting it knocked the breath out of me.
She watched me, her expression full of unspoken questions. So I showed her.
I gripped her thigh and parted her legs, finding her already soaked for me. And the moment I touched her, felt the heat of her, the slickness… Fuck. That was it. I was hers. Completely. Body and soul. Nothing, no one, could ever take me from this woman again.
When my fingers brushed over her clit, her thighs clamped shut before I could even finish the stroke.
“Feel something?” I asked, knowing damn well she did.
She bit her lip. “It felt like lightning struck me.”