Inflame (Explosive) by Tessa Teevan Page A

lips, and this time, I part them, darting mine out to meet hers. It’s like an explosion of lust the moment they touch, and suddenly I’m lifting her up into my arms. Her legs instinctively wrap around my waist.
    With my hands now firmly planted under her skirt on her bare ass, our kissing continues, and I can feel Lucy’s hips moving, trying to get a little friction against me. I slide one hand up towards her pussy, letting a finger give her one long stroke. She moans against my mouth, and I immediately start walking towards the bedroom, hoping to God I don’t crash us into any walls. I should pull away, making sure that we get there in one piece, but her tongue’s tangling with mine as if she’s trying to do that damn cherry knot trick, and I can’t bring myself to stop her.
    We make it to my bedroom with only one minor mishap that has me stopping our kisses, but the way she pulls my hair when I start to remove myself from her lips has me crashing them back down on hers. I’m about to drop her down on the bed when she finally tears herself away, leaning back and looking at me. Her cheeks are flushed and her breathing is ragged. I can’t help that my eyes travel south to where her chest is heaving, and I watch as her breasts rise and fall with every breath.
    “Kale, I don’t—” she says, but I decide to cut her off, having heard this same speech before. The thing is, I don’t care. Past is the past, and all I care about right now is getting between her legs, her writhing on the bed, unable to get enough.
    Leaning in, I capture her lips with mine, effectively shutting her up. “Don’t worry about it, babe. I know, I know. You don’t normally do this. I’ll let you be a bad girl tonight. Your secret’s safe with me,” I tell her in between kisses, and I’m taken aback when she pulls away from me and grabs my face with both of her hands.
    She glares at me, and I can’t tell if it’s mocking or not. “Fuck you, Kale.” I’m about to say, “Please do,” but she keeps going. “I’m no innocent little good girl. That’s not where I was going. What I was going to say, before you so rudely interrupted me, was that I don’t have sex without a condom. You know, just putting it out there before we get in over our heads here,” she informs me with a smirk.
    You know those moments where you think, Where have you been all my life? This could’ve been one of those. Lucy Dawson is unapologetically sexual, and I can already tell I’m going to have a hard time getting enough.
    “All right then, bad girl. You have nothing to worry about. I always wrap it up. Even if I’m in over my head , a condom always covers that one, ” I say, repeating her words.
    Apparently done with the conversation, Lucy loosens her legs and slides down my body. When she lifts my t-shirt, I allow her to slide it up until she can’t reach anymore. Grabbing the hem, I pull my shirt up over my head and toss it on the ground. Lucy’s hands are placed firmly on my chest, and she slides them down as she feels my muscular torso. Just like they did when she checked me out for the first time, her eyes take in every single inch of my bare skin as her hands trace over every hard ridge.
    “Impressive,” she tells me, her eyes reaching mine, looking appreciative of the sight before her.
    When her hand comes to the waistband of my jeans, her fingers make quick work of unbuttoning them. She slides the zipper down, and I inhale sharply when her small hand slips into my boxer briefs and she grips my erection.
    She looks up at me, a playful smile crossing her lips. “Just checking to make sure there wasn’t some unforeseen reason why you’re so opposed to those Scantrons. But now I see the problem. You don’t exactly have the right equipment.”
    The hell I don’t. I grab her other hand and bring it to the outside of my jeans, forcing her to feel all of me with both hands. “Not sure what kind of equipment you’ve been experimenting with,