She was my air.
That was why I murmured against her throat, “Stop me if you feel uncomfortable, Bree.”
It was a moment before she breathed a heavy breath and whispered, “Okay.” Okay, she’d stop me. Okay, I could keep going, keep losing myself in her body and carry on.
Her single-word answer gave me gusto. My hands roamed over her chest, stopping to cup both breasts gently. Her chest was not overly huge, a huge rack on her small frame would surely not look right and only give her back problems in the future, but even so, they were perfect. Not overly large, but not small enough that they weren’t tangible through her shirt.
Was I the first man to touch her like this? Had Calum gone this far with her?
No. No, tonight was not about one-upping Calum. Tonight was about Bree and me, us getting to know each other and spending time alone. Tonight wasn’t about anyone else in the world, even if they were in this equation.
My mouth found hers again, kissing her harder this time, a bit rougher, more wild, and my hands roamed down, finding the hemline of her shirt before snaking their way back up to lightly touch the fabric of her bra. My erection was raging now, my dick wanting free, but I knew it would have to remain locked up for now. I doubted it would be seeing any action tonight—and if it did, it’d probably be from my own hand.
That was fine. Even though I wanted to be greedy, I knew I couldn’t be. Not when it came to Bree.
I did, however, slip my hands beneath the silky fabric of her bra and cup her bare breasts. Her skin was ridiculously soft, so soft I knew I’d be dreaming about it, about her, naked and under me, writhing in pleasure and lost to the whims of the flesh.
Bree tore her mouth off mine, turning her face to the side a bit, her eyes closed as she breathed hard. I watched her, pausing, my hands still cupping her breasts, and I waited, expecting her to tell me to stop, to tell me to pull off her and stop touching her like this. Maybe it was too much; maybe I was going too fast.
But she didn’t. Bree did not open her mouth and tell me to stop; the only thing she did was breathe like she couldn’t fill her lungs enough. Her smooth skin was on fire under me, and I took to watching her reactions as I started to play with the breasts in my hands.
Ran my palms over her nipples, made her sigh out a soft, sweet sound. Tweaked those nipples into hard points with my fingers, pinching and tugging, causing her to let out a moan that I felt vibrate in my core.
God, I wanted her. I wanted to throw her over my shoulder and carry her into my room, set her on my bed and take off every piece of clothing that hindered her body, and then do the same to me, stopping only when we were both naked and in each other’s arms, lost in one another.
Though I wanted to do more, though I wanted to tear her clothes off and see her beautiful body naked, I knew I had to hold back. I did not want to reach the point where Bree had to stop me. With how she was, I didn’t know whether she’d have the heart to stop me, or if she’d let me do whatever and then hate herself afterward.
I didn’t want that.
So I didn’t let my hands go any lower than her stomach, didn’t move to take off her shirt or unhook her bra. I gave love to what I could with my mouth as I ignored the throbbing in my pants. Hopefully, in time, I would know what she felt like.
It was just my luck, though, that my phone rang.
I was content to ignore it, but Bree whispered, completely out of breath, “It might be the food.”
The…the what? The who? The…oh, yeah. Damn it. I totally forgot about the food and how I’d ordered it before all this. Bree really could do things to me, huh?
It was officially the last thing I wanted to do, but I had to: pull myself off her, take my hands out from under her shirt, and reach for my phone, answering it and hoping I didn’t sound too out of breath. “Hello?”
“Is this Mason?”
“Yeah,” I stumbled as I got off the couch, giving Bree my back. I glanced down, spotting the obvious hard-on raging beneath my jeans. Yeah, definitely would have to readjust myself before heading down there to accept the food and pay for it. “You here with the food? I’ll be right down.” No one who didn’t live in the building was allowed up the elevators, unless they were with a resident. That didn’t stop people from coming up anyways, but still.
After hanging up, I threw a look to Bree, watching as she slowly sat up and fixed her hair. Her cheeks were still red, her breathing still hard. Her shirt was bunched up, a testament to what I’d been doing before.
If only we could continue…
“I’ll be right back,” I said, giving her a smile before heading out. I stuck my head both ways down the hall and found no one else on this side of the floor was out. Good. The moment I stepped out, I adjusted myself, reaching into my pants and pulling my dick up, using the waistline of my jeans to keep it up and hide it, somewhat.
I mean, it was still sort of obvious, but it wasn’t as obvious as seeing a full-fledged bulge
