His strong hands pull me down against him as his hips rock up to meet mine. Matching the rhythm he’s setting, I move on my own, grinding against him. The power of him underneath me sends tingles across my body and heat builds between my thighs.

“That’s perfect. Just like that,” he praises with another moan.

I love that sound. Emboldened with a surge of confidence, I slip my fingers into his hair, tugging gently as I continue to kiss him. I press my body against his, aching for more contact. He moves a hand up the back of my shirt, spreading goosebumps across my entire body. He wraps his fingers around my shoulder and pulls me down hard onto his lap.

I lean back and gasp as I feel his hard length under me.

“Oh my God, you have an erection,” I blurt out before I can help myself.

Smooth, real smooth.

My cheeks burn with embarrassment and I slap my hands over my face. Austin chuckles. I move my fingers enough to get a glimpse of him.

“That’s usually what happens when a sexy half-naked woman’s grinding in my lap,” he offers with a mischievous grin. My heart swells at the easy compliment.

“I’ve never—you know—given a guy one before,” I confess.

What a dork.

“Silly little Goose,” he quips before dropping his full lips to my collarbone, licking and sucking, driving me crazy. “I guarantee you have. I’m just the first one who didn’t bother hiding it.” He pulls me back into him and kisses me hard, his tongue wet and demanding.

I sink back down onto him, desire pooling between us. I swivel my hips, luxuriating in the sensation of his thickness against my thigh. I feel so deliciously naughty. Nothing but my panties and his thin gym shorts are separating us, but it’s too much.

I get lost in him. My whole world consists only of Austin’s lips and hands. We’re locked in each other’s arms, our bodies colliding in a natural rhythm, for what seems like hours. My lips are raw and my legs are exhausted to the point of trembling. I never want to stop. I could live in this moment.

Our kisses are only interrupted by our heavy breathing and heady moans. Tension builds between us, but not enough for a release. I need more. Every inch of my skin aches for his touch. Austin grants my unspoken wish and glides his hands up the outside of my thigh. He hooks his thumbs into the sides of my panties and pulls them down slightly. He trails kisses as far down my chest as he can reach. I arch my back so he can reach farther.

“Austin,” I moan shamelessly.

“Fuck.” Austin lifts me off the couch as if I don’t weigh a thing before flipping us over and crashing back down. The swift movement knocks the breath out of my lungs. He’s hovering over me, his large body poised between my legs. My panties are low on my hips, barely covering me, and my shirt has ridden up to my chest. My heart pounds as he examines my body.