In the Dark (The Rules 2)

So perfectly willing. God, what she does to me. I can’t explain. Can’t begin to wrap my head around it so I just…let this happen. Fall into it, fall into Lucy, my need for her slowly but surely consuming me.

Her scent surrounds me, as does her hair, which tickles my skin. It nags at me, this scent I’m familiar with but can’t quite place. She’s half sprawled across my lap as we continue to kiss and I pull her harder so she ends up on top of me, her legs on either side of my hips as she straddles me.

Much like our position last night. Though at this moment, the last thing I’m feeling is drunk and sleepy.

“Gabe,” she whispers against my lips after she breaks the kiss. I shift my head and race my mouth down her neck, kissing and licking and nipping her skin. She shivers and moans, her fingers bunching the fabric of my T-shirt and I want to feel her hands on my bare skin.

She says my name again and I wonder if she’s trying to get out something else. My ego butts in at this precise moment. Am I that good? Do I obliterate her brain cells with only my mouth? I know she’s just about doing the same to me. “What Luce?”

“Are you—do you think this chair will support our um, weight?” Her question is hesitant and she sounds so unsure, so fucking worried, that I get sort of pissed.

Her lack of confidence when it comes to her weight is ridiculous.

“Hey.” I pull away from her slightly, my hands cupping her face, my gaze on hers. She stares at me with a mixture of embarrassment and irritation and I lean forward, pressing my forehead to hers. “Quit with all the worry about your weight.”

“But—”

I silence her with my lips, kissing her so thoroughly that when I end it, she seems to rock a little. Like I spun her out or something. I like that. I like it a lot. “We’re not going to break this couch. You need to cut yourself some slack.”

“It’s just that…”

“Sshh.” I slide my hands down. Down, down, down. Along her waist, her hips, her outer thighs, the back of her knees then up again, over the same path, letting my hands linger on her ass. I squeeze her there, slow and easy and her eyes fall closed, her lips parting on a silent moan.

“Fuck, you are perfect,” I tell her, my voice choked. I’m overcome with need for her but I can’t push her too far. I’m curious about her experience, though whatever she’s lacking she more than makes up for it with enthusiasm. She responds so easily, doesn’t hold back, seems just as in to this as I am.

That’s all I ask for, all I want. I know how to have fun and let loose with women. I can’t deny it. I’ve been with plenty of girls, not a one of them seriously and they all understand that. I make sure they do up front. I don’t bullshit, I don’t feed them lines, I don’t want to give them hope. It’s pointless.

When we started college, Shep, Tristan and I all made a vow to each other that we wouldn’t get involved with a woman. Big mistake, we knew this. Why tie ourselves down when there are so many girls available? It’s college. You’re supposed to mess around.

But then Shep fell first, and fell fucking hard. For a real ball buster too, though Jade is the perfect woman to keep him in line. I like Jade. Their relationship seems solid. But I figured Shep was a total idiot for letting himself get trapped. We had one measly year left and he couldn’t even last that long.

“I am far from perfect,” she whispers against my mouth as she sinks her hands in my hair, pulling me from my thoughts.

Ah, Christ her touch feels good, her fingers tangling in the strands as she slowly strokes me, fingertips massaging my scalp. She’s good with her hands. And it’s like she knows just how to drive me fucking crazy, her tits pressed against my chest, all that lacy goodness that’s covering them making an appearance yet again since her tank top has somehow been yanked down. Offering me a spectacular view of her cleavage.

And she has some mighty fine cleavage.

“Have you really looked at yourself lately? Pretty hair.” I thread my fingers through it and push it behind her shoulder. “Beautiful dark eyes. Kissable lips.” I lean in and brush my mouth against hers, pulling away before we can turn it into something more. “You smell fucking amazing.” I brush my nose against her cheek, moving down to her neck. “And I really like this.” I touch the very tops of her breasts, teasing the lace trim of her exposed bra.

She sucks in a harsh breath when I touch her there and I wonder again if I pushed too far. I trace my index finger along the lace, across one breast, then the other. Her head is bent, her hair falling around her face so I can’t see her reaction but I know she’s watching me touch her. Does she like watching?

Ah hell, my dick just got even harder.

“Gabe…” Her voice drifts off and a surge of triumph runs through me. I like it when she says my name. I like her, damn it. I want to find out more about her. I want to fill in all of those mysterious blanks. Yeah, she’s quiet. Yeah, she’s not my usual type but I don’t give a damn. I’m thinking this summer isn’t going to be a typical one for me. Instead of messing around with a variety of chicks, like usual, I think I want to stick with one and explore what’s happening between us further. Crazy but true.

I want Lucy.

But does she want me?

Wrapping my hand around her nape, I pull her down for another kiss. This one is even deeper, our tongues tangling, our bodies subtly thrusting against each other. I can feel my control slipping, bit by bit and I want to explode. Just tear off Lucy’s clothes, pull my cock out and fuck her. Fuck her until she screams. Fuck her until I collapse.