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I shoved her up against the fridge so hard my cheap magnets fell to the floor, and she moaned in my mouth as I tangled my tongue around hers. I set the bottle on the counter and lifted my hands to her face, kissing her deeply as I pressed my aching bulge between her hips. Then I traced the silhouette of her body, letting my fingers drip over her neck and down over her shoulders.
After my hands sculpted over her waist and hips, I reached around to squeeze her ass, my cock swelling at the way her perfect cheeks filled my hands. When I felt the soft edge of her jean shorts, I dipped my fingertips beneath the frayed edge and teased the smooth crease between her ass and the top of her thighs.
She whispered my name breathlessly and tangled her fingers in my hair.
I lifted her up and spun around to set her on the counter, primal heat surging through me as I pushed her knees apart and stepped between them. My eyes found hers as I squeezed the soft flesh of her inner thighs and marveled at how good it felt to touch her. Like I might go crazy if I stopped. “Fuck, Maddy.”
“Kiss me again,” she begged, leaning forward to meet my lips.
God, could she kiss. It was like her tongue knew when to surprise me and when to let me take the lead, and she tasted as light and heavenly as angel food cake. Like there was no amount of kissing her that would ever fill me up.
I set a thumb on the center seam of her jean shorts and pressed until she groaned. When I started rubbing it over her clit, she gasped for breath and dropped her forehead against mine, her heavy breath hot on my lips.
“That feels amazing.”
“Where does amazing fall on the pleasure scale?” I growled. “Closer to adequate or closer to epic?”
She lifted her eyes and looked at me like she was dangling over a cliff. “Quinn,” she breathed. “You’re going to make me come if you keep doing that.”
“Is that what you want?” I asked, losing myself in her big brown eyes. “Or would you rather I open that Smirnoff Ice for you?”
“No!” she said, squeezing my shoulders. “Don’t stop.”
My dick ached against my zipper and begged for freedom, but all I could think about was her perfect pink bud buzzing under my thumb, her forbidden pussy soaking her lucky underwear.
When her lips parted with the weight of her panting, I kissed her again, and as soon as our tongues touched, her whole body spasmed before me. She cried out so loud I thought I might burst from the sound, and I smiled as her hips bucked against my hand, her release warming me like sunshine from head to toe.
“That was fucking epic,” she said, laying a hand against my cheek. “I’m drenched.”
“You’re stunning,” I said, savoring the delicate sweetness of her lips as I stole one last kiss. When she finally pulled away, I looked into her trusting eyes and my heart broke. Because she was too good for me. Way too good for me. And I could tell by the look on her flushed face that she didn’t know it yet.
Even worse, I was about one kiss away from busting in my own jeans, and as wrong as it was, I really wanted to impress this girl.
She wrapped her legs around my waist and scooted right up to the edge of the counter, drawing me close. “What now?” she asked, looking to me for answers, for permission. For all the things I couldn’t give her.
“Go to bed,” I said, undraping her arms from my shoulders.
“My room or yours?” Her flirtatious tone was almost inviting enough to make me forget who she was and why I shouldn’t peel her clothes off and tease her until she begged to be fingered, to be filled, to be fucked.
“Yours,” I said, clearing my throat so she wouldn’t hear the tortured shortness of my breath.
She batted her lashes at me and slid off the counter, her body dragging against mine as her toes reached for the ground. “Thank you for tonight,” she said, looking up at me with eyes so starry I felt like I was already buried inside her.
“The pleasure’s mine.”
She set a hand between my pecs, her eyes dropping to her fingers as she admired the way they looked splayed across my chest. “It’s certainly about to be.”
I swallowed. “Go to bed, woman.”
A warm smile spread across her inviting expression. “Give me two minutes?”
I reached behind me and handed her the Smirnoff Ice. She took it and nibbled her bottom lip as she took two steps back. Then she walked around the counter, glancing over her shoulder at me as she disappeared into her room.
And as much as I wanted to follow her, I needed a lot more than two minutes.
