Chapter 17 Lainey #2
This kiss feels raw, primal, and opposite of the sweet and gentle one I was aiming for, but I don’t want it to end.
I moan when his delicious tongue sweeps into my mouth.
He’s like a man starved and I am the only thing that can satisfy him in this moment.
My hands run along his hard chest, and his muscles ripple as his arms explore more of my own body.
I grind down on his lap and gasp into his mouth when I feel his hard length press against my wet center.
I am so turned on, just from this kiss, I might explode from barely being touched.
“You feel what you do to me, Lainey?” Remington says, kissing me, biting my bottom lip, and sucking it seductively into his mouth.
“Y-yes.” I whimper when he switches to slowly trailing kisses down my neck, then nipping my collarbone.
“You are the most beautiful woman. I haven’t been able to get our first kiss out of my head.
Thinking about what would have happened if we were alone.
” Claiming my mouth again, he kisses me deeply, pushing his hips up into me as I roll back into him.
And oh, holy shit does that feel good, feel so right.
“What would have happened?” I ask breathlessly.
“This. A lot of this. I want to touch every inch of you, know every part of your perfect body, Lainey.” Remington pauses his kisses, looking into my eyes for permission.
“Yes, don’t stop,” I plead.
He flips us onto the couch and grips my ass. Our kisses feel molten, and the fire in my soul is sparking all along where his body is making contact with mine. I want more. I want to feel more of him, of us. I reach up and pull my shirt off, leaving me in a lavender lace bra and my yoga pants.
Remington is grinning down at me like a wolf.
He licks his lips and runs the tips of his fingers ever so softly over the top of my bra, where the scalloped lace is brushing my skin.
“Lavender,” he whispers. I just nod. He bends his head and kisses along the swell of one breast then the other, and when he looks up at me with questioning eyes, I nod again.
That wolfish grin comes back and he yanks the cups down, exposing my breasts to him.
His stare and the cool air make my nipples instantly pebble.
“Fuck,” he whispers, then sucks one nipple into his mouth, rolling his tongue around the aching bud, and I gasp.
“Oh my God,” I say. “That feels so good.” I let out a needy moan and run my fingers through his blond hair.
Remington pops my nipple out of his mouth, and says, “Nobody here but me, Lainey. You only get to call out my name.” His hard length presses firmly into my hip, driving home his point, and his hand slips into my pants.
“Holy shit,” I whisper, “Remington.”
“That’s right, beautiful. How wet are you going to be for me right now after everything we have been doing, hmm?” he says in a sexy, questioning tone.
“Soaked,” I reply honestly. He is only seconds away from discovering for himself what he does to me.
Slipping his fingers lower, he finds my slit and hums, kissing me deeply as he pushes one finger inside, making me gasp again.
“Yeah, you are absolutely dripping for me.” Remington slides out the one finger and replaces it with two, circling my clit with his thumb and kissing me like I have never been kissed before.
I feel like I’m drunk. It’s all too much.
I have never in my life been touched like this, worshiped like this.
My hips buck wildly as he pumps his fingers and finds places deep within my inner walls that I didn’t even know existed before this moment.
My clit is throbbing and my whole body is tingling.
“Rem-Remington I’m so close. More,” I plead.
“I know, baby, I know,” he whispers in my ear, kissing up my neck, moaning and grinding into me harder, bringing unrelenting pleasure to my body.
Heat rushes through me, and stars explode behind my eyes, body locking in a tight, perfect release.
Remington groans before slowly pulling his hand from my pants.
My eyes flutter open in time to see him licking my release off of his fingertips, his greedy eyes locked on my face.
“Oh, my . . .” I trail off, lost for words, having never seen something so hot in all twenty-six years of my life.
When he’s done, he leans in and gently kisses me, smiling. I readjust my bra cups and look at him.
“That was, that was beyond words,” I tell him. “But umm, what about you?” I ask glancing down. I know he must be painfully hard, and I want to satisfy him as much as he just satisfied me.
Laughing roughly, he kisses me again. Remington says, “I’m good.”
“What? What does that mean? I felt . . . things, big things, a big thing. And I don’t want to have you be uncomfortable.” I am feeling embarrassed and inexperienced. Rambling. Again.
“Baby, that was so hot you made me come in my pants.” Remington smirks and has a pink blush staining his perfectly chiseled cheeks. “I feel like a fucking teenager, and I am going to have to go grab my gym bag out of my truck so I can change.” He laughs.
I grin at him. “Oops.” Shrugging, I lean in and kiss him.
“Yeah, oops. You should be so proud. You are so sexy you just made your boyfriend come in his damn pants.” He laughs, and I blink at him. He smiles at me, knowing exactly what his words did to my brain.
“What did you just say?” I ask in a hushed voice.
“Lainey,” he whispers, “are you really going to make me repeat what just happened?”
I know he is messing with me now, because he can. This is his playful, cocky, button-pushing side and he’s trying to get me all riled up. I think he likes it when I am sassy. “You just called yourself my boyfriend,” I state, eyebrow raised.
“Yup,” he states right back, tucking my hair behind my ear.
“We aren’t even going to talk about it? You are just going to appoint yourself to that role?” I chuckle, sitting up straight and fixing my shirt more.
“Okay, let’s talk about it. I know it might be fast, but fuck it. And for the record, I think I have been pretty obvious about the fact that I want to make you mine. Lainey Quinn, would you please be my girlfriend?” Smiling, he holds my hand and runs his thumb along the back waiting for my answer.
“Nothing would make me happier.” I lean in for a kiss.
“Not even a whole room of tulips?” Remington asks.
“Not even acres of tulips.” I kiss him with a smile on my face and butterflies fluttering under every inch of my skin.