Her shorts were halfway down her thighs, and I reached inside the pocket, found a condom and then yanked her shorts all the way off.
Georgia didn’t say anything. She just looked up at me with this unreadable expression and I exhaled roughly as I struggled to get the condom on my dick. I was so hard and ready and—I glanced at her again—anxious.
Her fingers reached for me and she finished the job in silence and when she looked up it felt as if my world had just tipped a little off its axis.
She made this sound in the back of her throat, the one that could bring me to my knees, and I gave my head a shake, needing a bit of clarity as I reached for her, wanting her so badly it was all I could think about.
Being inside her. And sure, I was going all Tarzan on her, but I wanted to claim her. Brand her.
I didn’t want anyone else touching her.
I backed her up to the wall and just as her mouth opened beneath mine, I brought her knee as high as it would go and then I was inside her.
I groaned into her mouth. “God, babe you feel so fucking good.”
Then I deepened the kiss, though I kept my eyes open—I couldn’t take them off her—because something was happening. Some shift in the universe…some crack in my heart.
I watched as her pupils dilated, as her tongue licked the edges of her mouth. I watched as her breasts rose and fell every time I drew out slowly and then thrust back inside her body.
There were no words. Just the feel of her frantic heart, the look in her eyes, and the vague notion that something was different. That something had changed.
I brushed a long piece of hair off her forehead and kissed her face as I continued to lose myself in her. I felt her nails in my shoulders, then down my back and then digging into my ass, urging me to go faster. Harder.
Something about what we were doing felt desperate. Hungry.
I leaned my right palm on the wall behind her, her leg wrapped around my hips and I gazed down into her face as I brought it home. I felt her tighten around me and she started murmuring all kinds of things, but I didn’t know what the words were.
I could only hear what was inside my head.
I fucking love you.
And then we came together and I held her, panting and confused. Holy shit. Was this it? Was this the real deal here in my arms?
Tenderly, I let her fall away from me and still there were no words between us. Only touch. Her hand on my face. Only looks. My gaze glued to hers.
I got rid of my condom, enjoying Georgia as she leaned back against the wall, her body covered in sweat. Her body covered in me.
I reached for her, wanting to keep this feeling for as long as we could when a very distinct voice echoed from outside.
“Benjamin! Where are you?”
Georgia froze in my arms and glanced up at me, her mouth pursed, her eyes wild.
Shit.
“Who’s that?” she whispered as she pushed past me and grabbed her clothes off the floor. She tossed my shorts at me and I caught them, sliding into them as fast as I could go. From the sound of it we didn’t have much time.
“Benjamin?”
Not much time at all.
“Ben?” Georgia whispered, pulling her shirt over her head and struggling to do up the fly on her shorts.
“It’s my mother.”
“Are you kidding me?” Her head snapped up so fast I swear I heard her neck crack. “Your…” She ran her fingers through her hair, wincing at the tangles. “Oh my god, she’s going to smell it.”
She was freaking out and looked so damn cute I wanted to kiss her all over again.
Wait. What?
“Huh?” I asked as I reached for her hand.
“Sex, you idiot! This whole place smells like sex! It’s probably seeped into the floors and the walls and…oh God, we’ve had sex in here so many times that I…”
A small cough sounded behind us and she froze, her eyes huge as she peeked behind me, whispering, “shit, fuck, and shit,” as she did so.
“So those are your parents.”
“Yeah.”
“They probably heard everything I just said.”
I tried to keep the grin off my face but judging from the way she stomped on my toes I don’t think I did a very good job.
“It’s possible.”
She pinched me and I grinned wider.