Breathe With Me (The Breathe Series Book 3) (37 page)

“Just glad to have you to myself.”
Come to think of it maybe I should‘ve peed before we left.
At this point, I’d practically have to stand on my head to make sure I aimed that sucker straight.

Pulling her along on my heels, I make a beeline for the couch and plop down. To hell with any more talk and I’m definitely not in the least concerned with what could be on TV. Piper drapes her body across the couch with her legs lazily flung over my lap; in an instant my body’s on alert. Placing my hand gently at her kneecap, I run my eyes up the length of her legs starting at her ankles, all the way up before pausing at her thigh.
To hell with this.
Reaching forward, I slip my fingers into the belt loops of her jeans to pull her onto my lap. She laughs, shifting and wiggling as I tug her, enticing a whole lot more stimulation beneath my jeans than she’s bargaining for. She finds a comfortable spot, settling down with her legs folded calf against thigh, but I can’t help the grin that creeps across my face as her eyes widen and she stares right at me. With anyone else, and given her past trauma, I’d bite my tongue on this one, but this is Piper; we’ve never been that way with each other. I say what’s on my mind and she’s come to expect that from me.

“Oh, don’t act like you haven’t felt that before,” I chuckle, raising my eyebrows mischievously.

A small smile instantly tugs at the corner of her lips, but the sexiest thing of all is the slight tent of pink in her cheeks that flame all the way around the contours of her face as she tries to hide her embarrassment.

“Don’t worry it won’t bite…” pulsing my eyebrows, I pause and she grins as I finish my statement in an over-the-top alluring tone that nearly makes me crack up. “…hard.”

Her hand comes up and she bursts out laughing as she smacks my chest. I catch her hand, using it as leverage to pull her closer until my lips are on hers, tasting what I’ve been craving all afternoon. A needy, impulsive desire sparks in my chest, practically igniting a hump reflex in my hips as I shift toward her in a rhythmic motion that matches the steady and tender pulse of my tongue.

Closing my eyes, I’m zoned in on the kicked-up pace of my breaths, the rapid beat of my heart and the sweet satisfying touch of her lips against mine. One of my hands sits uselessly against her clothing, still clasped in her belt loop, while the other remains at my side. This is where we usually put on the brakes, however, my engine is revved up and my brakes are so erect, I think it would take an army to stop me now.

Slowly opening one eye, I take in Piper’s demeanor, but as her tongue caresses mine and her lips pucker, and as needy sighs slip out of her mouth every few seconds, I realize it’s really not needed; she may want this as bad as I do.

I pull away just enough to be able to say two words, “You ok?” They aren’t necessary seeing as she was just about to burn a hole through my jeans too, but I ask anyways. I need to always walk softly when it comes to moving too fast with her, and this is definitely moving fast. In the last month we haven’t so much as made it to second base and here I am fantasizing of how good sliding into home plate will feel with her body crushed up against mine.

She gulps down a few shallow breaths, her chest moving in and out, like it’s beckoning for me to dive in. Spreading out my fingers as my hand rests at my side, I fight the urge to go for a rather large feel up.

“Yeah, I’m ok,” she gets out with a heavy-winded gasp. “Are you?” Her eyes flick down before meeting back up with my gaze.

I want to laugh, in fact my lungs burn with the desire to crack up, but this is not the damn time for laughing and playing; I’m on a hell of a mission and I need to keep my head in it.

“Ohhh, I’m good.” I raise my brows, putting forth my best serious tone while gulping down that little voice that’s saying,
maybe we should just wait.
Screw that voice.
“Will you feel comfortable if we go in my room?”

Drum roll.
This will be the deciding factor, because even if I get the slightest idea that she is hesitant, I will not push it; I won’t. I may be eager as hell and about to get a serious groin injury if I get any more turned on, but this has to be completely ok with her.

She doesn’t say a word, and a tinge of dread fills my heart thinking this is the end of the road for today; all I’m getting tonight is a whole lot of snuggling and a serious case of blue balls, but before I can even finish my thought, she is off of my lap with a smile and a slow backwards, sexy-as-all-get-out trip into my bedroom with her eyes locked on me.
Holy shit, it’s happening!

I bolt upright, practically face planting into the coffee table. I don’t even wait for her as my feet lead me blazing past her and right to the bed. The only dilemma on my mind now is, do I start the show without her by throwing myself onto the bed, like here I am, come get me or do I rip off my clothes like a horny teenager and wait for her to take matters into her hands, at her own pace.
Oh geez, that sounds good.

“Evan…Evan!”

Shaking my head, I look around. I’m frozen right beside the bed, with my hands securely holding all of my assets. Piper stands in front of me with a silly grin on her face. I keep my hand right where it is, the tightness of my jeans about to cut off my circulation to all of my lower extremities if I don’t let the beast out of its cage soon. Raising my brows to let her know I’m now back on Earth rather than drifting off to Planet Boning, I hold back my smile and wait to see what she has to say.

“Ummm, are we…”

She looks around, her eyes searching my unmade bed, then running down to my hand. Ok, I can’t hold it back; I snicker, releasing my hand and bringing it up to the small dip at the side of her waist. She shivers beneath my touch and all humor is set aside.

“Don’t worry, I think we can warm the room up pretty quick.”

Her eyes widen impishly; I take that as a green light as I move my hand straight across to the center of her back, joined by my other so I can slowly but surely pull her sweater up. I’m always careful to keep my hands away from her hips after we figured out that is what triggers her black outs. Squeezing my eyes shut, I push that thought away and nudge my chin forward. I reopen them, staring into her eyes, to search for any signs of distress or freak out.

No sooner than the sweet, moist flesh of her bottom lip is between my lips, I reach my hands beneath her sweater, making a steady incline to the hooks of her bra. It may be backwards to keep her clothes on and take her bra off, but I figure it may keep her a bit more comfortable and help us ease into it. A short trembling gasp escapes her and my fingers stop, holding the straps of her bra in my fingertips, which I already spectacularly unhooked, like it was second nature.

I pull away, again….

“You ok?” I huff out in her face, unable to keep my ragged breathing under control.

At this point, testosterone is blazing through my body and I can barely hold back. Piper nods, bringing her hands up between us and shuffling them around inside her sweater. I watch, my hand still remaining under her shirt and holding tight to the back of her bra, but as soon as the delicate threads of fabric get pulled from my hand, I know what she’s doing.
Oh yes!

All I really want to do is pull her sweater off, fall back on the bed and let her press those puppies all over me. I’d also like to thank her, because back when we were younger, those things were under lock and key for the longest time. I could understand why, but it didn’t dampen my urge to see them any less. I even tried to convince her that all boobs were just fat and that maybe, just maybe I could give them the proper exercise that was required if she let me fondle them for a bit;
no dice.

Keeping my hands at her back, I wait, all the excitement in my body rushing below the waist right where I thought I could not swell any further; I was wrong. A slight rustling sound as she pulls the bra out from beneath her sweater and a subtle tap on the top of my shoe as it gets dropped to the floor, is all it takes before my hands are burning a path back to the front of her waist. I make sure to skim over every bit of soft delicate skin as I can possibly touch until they rest below the prize. Still wishing her sweater was out of the way, I look at Piper, pausing, but no sign of this stopping; those are up for the grabbing.

Her eyes glimmer as she looks back at me, fearless and ready.
Me too.
Quirking my brows, my fingertips move, quickly reaching their destination. Taking as much as I can into my hand and nearly ending it all as her nipple skims my palm, I release a lungful of air and quietly mumble, “Boy have they missed me.”

Piper’s nervous grin grows to the point of spilling into laughter, but a shaky breath tells me that her nerves may be pushing away all humor.

“I meant that in all seriousness.” I slowly bring my hand up to join the other, this one also getting to indulge in the pleasure of touching every inch of skin that it can, as I move my fingers over each rib as if they were keys on a piano before scooping up another warm, soft handful of flesh.

“They have been aching for me to touch them again. I know these things,” I inform her.

Keeping my face serious, I slowly and reluctantly use my wrists to lift her sweater so that I can visually devour her. I stay a few inches away so that we can take baby steps, but still looking as I raise it further up her body. This is actually the furthest we’ve gotten the entire month we’ve been dating.

She moves her arms as if she may pull it off, but I’m getting anxious. I cut the chitter-chatter, not making a sound as I slowly spin her around as if we are slow dancing, then carefully ease ourselves down onto the bed. As my right knee sinks into the soft mattress, she slowly scoots onto her back, grazing my inner thigh with hers. We never lose momentum and as always my ears stay locked in on the picked-up sounds of her breaths. As our bodies find a comfortable spot, forming an indention into the pillow top section of the mattress, I mold my lips back to hers with my hand soon finding its own resting place which seems to have been designed to fit it like a glove.

Her hands trail my back, tugging and pulling me against her and my lips know absolutely no boundaries as they fall from the corner of her mouth to her jaw onto her neck. A small whimper greets my ears as my pelvis shifts and moves against her in a hungry plea to have the rest of our clothes off.

“Ah…”

I move my face away from her delectable skin as I hear a tone in her reaction that sounds a bit different than pleasure.

My chest expands on a deep breath. “Are you ok?”

Normally, I wouldn’t ask her this half a dozen times, however, this is like starting over with her; approaching it all as if it were our first time again. Back when I was inexperienced and new to it all, plus with her delicate situation, I always worried about doing anything without her ok first. That’s when we really got things straight between us and I realized that she didn’t need me to change how I was; she just wanted me to go about it naturally so that I wasn’t drawing up bad memories. This is different; if I, for even a second, think that she is in distress or wanting to stop, I stop.

Smacking her lips together on a heavy gulp as if she’s thirsty, she wiggles against me with a bit of a pained expression. I lift my weight off of her a bit, looking down between us as she readjusts her position.

“I’m sorry… It’s just…” she stops talking, sucking her bottom lip in between her teeth, a nervous habit she’s had for as long as I can remember. “Your jeans were just…” She presses her lips together and looks at me hesitant to finish; she doesn’t have to.

“Oh shit I’m sorry.” I grit my teeth, realizing that I was probably damn near rubbing her raw with the way I was dry humping her like an over-eager dog in heat. Glancing down, and gently lowering myself back down onto her, I shift to the side so that I’m not bearing all of my weight on her. “Is this all right?”

She nods, and for a moment the only thing circling in my head is let’s get right back to where we were, but I have a better idea. Scooting back in a flash, I bolt to my feet, keeping my eyes on her as I slowly lower my hands to come up with a better solution for both of our problems. My jeans are about to cut off the blood flow to the rest of my body, and they’re obviously not aiding in any sense of pleasure for her if they’re about to give her a rug burn. Besides, this way it’ll cut out any hazards of me starting a fire; that would really put a kink in the intense moment that we have here.

Piper keeps her eyes glued on me, glancing down to my hands as I unfasten my button, lower my zipper and shove my jeans to the floor as if the fire has already started. No sense in drawing it out; I’m not looking for a new profession as a stripper and I’m sure as shit not taking my pants off for sex appeal. Using my toes, I shove off both of my shoes, then step on my pant legs one at a time to pull them off in two tugs.

I flick my eyes back to her, raising my brows mischievously with plenty of ideas for my next move, but for the first time, probably ever, I’m at a complete loss of whether I should continue. Normally I’d be like a damn magician in this sort of situation, snapping my fingers and all of our clothes would drop to the floor so that we could get the real party started. However, this is her; this is us.

This is something I’ve had in my head on constant replay for years, imagining how it would go down again; fantasizing about what she would look like and always keeping in the back of my mind, that those dreams were probably all I was ever going to have. But here we are, so I’ll be damned if I’m not going to take it slow…

Savor every touch…

Relish in every brush of her skin against mine…

Consume her lips as if it’s the last thing I’ll ever taste…

And make the most of every single second as if it’s our last…

But with all that sappy sentimental crap aside, I sure as hell plan to get my freak on and show her what grown-up Evan is capable of. Then, we can reiterate our conversation from the shower house. Of course, I’m planning to do all of this in an orderly, calm, gentle fashion and as always, I’ll let her call the shots, because I’d never do anything to hurt or scare her.