The Impact of You

Chapter 17

Jase

Avery is damp and flushed from the hot water and is lying against my pillow. It is a beautiful sight. She chews on her bottom lip. “Are you sure your mom won’t be mad that I’m in here?”

My mom knew I was sexually active from the time I was sixteen and supplied me with condoms; I’m pretty sure she’d be okay with this. I just nod. “She won’t care. Trust me.”

“Well, I’m not sleeping in here,” she says.

“Whatever you want.”

I lie down next to her, curling my body around hers. She’s changed into a pair of little sleep shorts and a tank top, with no bra – which my dick won’t let me forget – but I have no plans of pushing her any farther than she wants to go. I’d changed into jeans and a T-shirt, not wanting to be presumptuous. Avery snakes a hand under my shirt and rests her palm against my back. The simple touch from her is highly intimate, knowing how cautious she is sharing anything physical.

She angles her body closer to mine, and I remain still, allowing her to take the lead. She’s looking at my mouth again and I know I’m not going to be able to resist. Anchoring one arm around her, I lean down and kiss her. I’m not used to going this slow, hell I’m not used to having a girl in my bed at home after just having dinner with my mom. But I like it. Avery’s pouty mouth is so soft against mine, I can’t resist deepening the kiss, tasting her again. And when my tongue touches hers, her soft moan punctuates the silence, and desire races through me. Before I have time to consider my next move, I’m on top of her, caging her in with my body, kissing her deeply and crushing my hips against hers. The way Avery moves her body under mine, sliding her hands up and down my back, angling her hips to meet mine is incredible. She’s warm and soft and I want more.

She breaks the kiss suddenly. “Jase, what are we doing?”

My hand freezes over her ribs, feeling her heart ricochet against them. She wants to talk now? “I’m trying to get to second base.” I smile weakly.

She laughs softly, burying her face in my shoulder. “I meant what is this…with us?”

“What do you want it to be?” I brush the stray hair back from her face.

“I, I don’t know,” she admits.

“Okay.” She’s not giving me much to go on. “Do you need me to stop?”

This time her voice is firm. “No.” Property © NôvelDrama.Org.

Thank God.

“Now, about that second base.” Her voice is careful and she fixes her mouth in a polite smile.

A smirk overtakes my mouth. This girl is too much. I’d die if she didn’t want me to touch her there. Her tits are lovely in the most distracting way possible. I’d barely been able to keep my hands off them in the hot tub, peeking out from the little bikini, but now there’s only a thin cotton T-shirt separating us, and she’s coaxing me on. Shit, I can feel her nipples rasping against me when she moves.

The little smile still playing at the edge of her lips, Avery lifts her shirt over her head and tosses it to the floor. Holy. Shit. She makes no move to cover herself, though her cheeks hold a hint of heat. Her chest rises and falls heavily with each breath, and her eyes stay glued to mine.

“You’re amazing,” I whisper, trailing a knuckle over her collarbone as my eyes travel down. “So beautiful.”

She swallows heavily and her hands scramble to remove my shirt next. I yank it over the back of my head and toss it to the floor, then lower myself down on her again. Why had I never noticed the

brilliance of skin to skin contact? She’s warm and soft and still moving against me. This couldn’t have been more intimate if I was inside her. Her warm skin rubbing against mine, the rise and fall of her heavy breasts with each breath is enough to undo me.

I lightly trace a fingertip across her nipple while delicately palming her other breast. Avery sucks in a breath and a tiny whimper escapes on her exhale. I’m trying to be soft, careful with her, to make myself go slow. I sense this is a big moment between us, and I don’t want to do anything to wreck it. But I’ve never been this turned on, and I have to fight off the urge to go farther. I’m not used to being this controlled. Her nipples tighten under my touch and her heart is pounding in her chest. I press soft kisses all along her neck, enjoying the feel of her body squirming under mine.

My hands caress and explore and stroke while my mouth seeks hers, devouring, needing to possess her in this one way. For now.