Out of Time (Out of Line #2)(28)
Author: Jen McLaughlin

I let go of her and crossed the room in record speed, grabbing a condom out of my drawer and tearing it open impatiently. After I had the protection aspect of what we were about to do under control, I stepped between her legs and lifted her higher against the door. I wanted to take it slow and be all seductive and romantic and shit, but she was driving me insane with the little noises she was making and the way her hips rose toward me, begging for more. And I was a desperate man.

I broke off the kiss, my breathing harsh and my c**k positioned at her pu**y. “This isn’t going to be sweet or soft. Are you okay with that?”

“Yes.” She buried her hands in what was left of my hair and wrapped her legs around my waist. “Just hurry up, damn it.”

I groaned and kissed her again, plunging inside of her in one smooth thrust. When I was buried inside her all the way, I tightened my grip on her and pressed her against the door even harder to make sure she had good support. Then…I f**king lost all control. I pulled out of her and thrust back inside—hard and fast and rough. And I didn’t stop.

She clung to me, crying out my name. For a second I thought I hurt her, and started to pull back, but she dug her heels into my ass and held me in place, her hips moving restlessly against me. “Don’t…stop.”

I growled and plunged inside of her again, even harder. I wanted to tell her how much she meant to me, and how much I needed her in my life, but all I could do was move inside of her, making her moan and scream out my name and draw my blood.

Her nails raked down my chest to my abs, leaving a stinging sensation behind them, and I drove deeper inside of her. Her hands faltered over my bandage, but she closed her eyes and lost herself in the rhythm. When she started trembling, her thighs quivering around me, I positioned myself so that I brushed against her clit with each thrust and bit down on her neck. Within seconds, her pu**y clenched around me and she tensed, her whole body going tight and hard.

I pounded into her once, twice, and one more time, my entire body shutting down from the force of the orgasm rocking through me. I collapsed against her, still supporting her weight with one arm, and dropped my head against the door by her shoulder. She breathed as unevenly as I did, and she held me close, her arms tight around me.

I didn’t want to ever move. I wanted to stay like this, buried inside of her against my f**king apartment door. Because once I moved, I knew she would have to leave, and I’d be alone again, with nothing but my thoughts to keep me company.

She lifted her head from my shoulder, looking up at me with her bright blue eyes. “I think we needed that. These past few days have been rough.”

“I know. I never thought I’d be one of those guys who needed his girl with him to be happy, but…” I shrugged and smiled at her. “I am now, and I don’t mind. What did you do to me, Ginger?”

“I don’t know, but you did it to me, too.” She blew her hair out of her face and eyed me. “What’s up with the bandage? You okay?”

I sighed and lifted her off the door, setting her down on her feet gently. She clung to me for a second, then seemed to gain her footing. Bending down, I picked up her shorts and handed them to her. “Yeah. I’m fine. Where’s your dad right now?”

She gave me a lopsided grin. “Probably still recovering from me yelling at him. I kind of told him to mind his own business from now on.” She stepped into the shorts and buttoned them, then took her shirt out of my hand and smiled her thanks. “Went all independent woman on him and everything.”

“Man, I would’ve paid to see that.” I snorted, picturing the look on her dad’s face while Carrie told him off. “I bet he didn’t know what to say.”

“Oh, he definitely didn’t.” She pulled the shirt over her head and leaned against the door, right where I’d f**ked her. I would never be able to look at a door again without getting a hard-on. “It was pretty funny. I should have taken a picture of his face for you.”

I pulled on my shorts and sat down on the edge of my bed, not bothering with a shirt, and held my arms out for her. “Come here, Ginger. I can’t stand not having you in my arms for another second.”

She crossed the room and sat in my lap, curling up against my chest in a little ball. She rested her hand over my chest, right above my new tat. “Now answer me. What’s with the bandage?”

“I got new ink.”

She perked up at that. “Cool. Show me?”

I grinned and hugged her closer. “I will in a minute. Right now I just want to hold you before I send you back to your dad.”

“Do you think he knows about us?”

I sighed, carefully choosing my words. “I think he knows you’re seeing someone, but he doesn’t know who.”

She placed her hand over my heart. “Did he ask you if I’m seeing anyone?”

I nodded and rested my cheek on top of her head. She didn’t smell like my shampoo. For some reason, that made me sad. “He did. I told him I’d seen you with a few guys, but they all seemed to be just friends. I said you were focusing on your studies for the most part.”

“A few guys?” She slapped my arm hard. “You made me sound like a slut?”

I laughed. “I said they were friends.”

“But you made—”

“Oh, shut it already.” I tossed her onto the bed and climbed on top of her, laughing and kissing her into silence. When she was clinging to me and squirming beneath me, I pulled back and looked down at her. Everything from her flushed cheeks to her swollen lips screamed for me to keep her here, under me, but I knew I couldn’t. So I did the first thing that came to mind.

I tickled her.

For a second, I wondered if she wasn’t ticklish. She just stared up at me with narrowed eyes, but then her eyes went wide, a whoosh of air left her lungs, and she broke into laughter, squirming and begging me to stop. I joined her, laughing my ass off and tickling harder.

Only once tears were streaming down her face and she was begging for mercy did I stop, and she still laughed, clinging to me. We both struggled to catch our breath, and I rolled onto the side, holding her close. “You’re extremely ticklish, Ginger.”

She took a shaky breath, finally seeming to have herself under control. “I had no idea. I’ve never been tickled.”

“Seriously?” I asked her incredulously. Well, I guess I shouldn’t be too surprised. The senator didn’t exactly seem the tickling type, but I’d thought her mother might have been… I guess not. My own mother had been. “I’m going to tickle you all the time now.”