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"Solid thinking."
"Vomit isn't easy to detail out."
"No," I agreed, "it is not."
"Personal experience?"
"I have younger brothers."
"Oh," she said, smile turning devilish once again. "Are they as hot as you are? Are they single?"
"You'd kill them, Krissy," I told her, not even exaggerating. She was a lot of woman. I didn't think they could handle her.
"Just as well," she said, tucking away the vibrator with a shrug. "What time is dinner?" she asked.
"At si.." I started, trailing off when I checked my watch. "Shit."
"Oh, no. Can't be late. Better go rush her along," Krissy said, likely thinking I had reservations, not that Helen had a shitfit when people were unexpectedly late.
Helen was not above refusing to serve you. And I wanted to eat.
I took Krissy up on her offer, moving across the floor to step into Reagan's doorway, finding her with her back facing me, the dress unzipped, exposing a too-tempting amount of perfect skin, more at the top, narrowing down at the small of her back. A hint of silky, warm golden panties peeking out, just begging to be explored further.
"Krissy," she called, mistaking me for her friend, "can you help with the zipper? I nearly dislocated my arm trying to get it. To no avail."
I moved across the floor as she fussed with trying to get an earring in her left lobe.
"It's me," I told her when I was close. Close enough that I heard her air suck in at the revelation. "Still want help with that zipper?" I asked.
"I, ah, yes. Please." Her voice was airy, even huskier than usual, a sound that seemed to wash over my skin, sink in.
I needed to suck in a steadying breath before I moved in the final step, getting closer than I needed to, to be honest; I could feel her body heat through my clothes, couldn't stop but think of all the ways I could make her even hotter.
But this was not the time or place. Nowhere and no hour would be right under the circumstances.
My hands moved outward, one pinching the fabric below the zip to hold it in place, the other grabbing the tiny tag attached to it.
Maybe my thumb stuck out more than was absolutely necessary. Maybe it glided up her buttery skin from the base of her spine and up.
But she definitely--fucking definitely--shivered when my finger grazed the center of her back.
My cock went from halfway interested to fully fucking engaged in a second.
Reagan's breath caught and exhaled shakily as her body swayed backward ever so slightly, her head falling back a few inches, exposing the delicate curve of her neck.
If I was thinking straight, I would have yanked the zip back into place. I would have stepped away. I would have waited for her to finish while I stood outside.
I was not thinking straight, though. In fact, I wasn't sure I was thinking at all.
My head dipped down, my nose grazing down her earlobe, her neck, before my lips pressed down on the space where her neck met her shoulder, breathing in her signature peach scent as I did.
Her body shuddered and leaned back into me, pliant, welcoming.
My free arm moved around her, circling over her lower stomach, fingers sinking into her hipbone as my lips moved back up her neck, over her jaw, back up toward her ear, teeth sinking into the lobe she hadn't gotten an earring in yet.
Her hand, delicate, long-boned, slid down my arm, grabbed onto my wrist. Not trying to move it, to get away, just holding it there.
I typically had a lot of control.
But when she let out a low, throaty moan, it disappeared.
My hand dug deeper into her waist, using it to turn her around, my fingers grabbing her ass instead, pulling her forward by it, crushing her body to mine as my other hand went to her jaw, holding it up as my lips crashed down on hers.
Gone was the slow and sweet, the exploration.
This was hard and hungry.
Her hands rose, resting on my arms tentatively for a moment before moving higher, wrapped around the back of my neck, pressing her chest harder into mine with a mewling noise against my lips.
A rumble moved through my chest to match as her nails dug into my skin, as her lips got harder and hungrier.
My hand went down, snagging her knee, dragging it upward, holding it against my hip, opening her up to me. Her hips wiggled, making my cock press up against her pussy, something that made another shiver move through her.
"Oh, shit. Goddamn it. Ow ow ow," Krissy's voice yelled, making us both break apart instantly, my feet dragging me back several feet to lean back against the wall as I tried to calm the chaos of desire coursing through my body.
"You okay, Krissy?" Reagan called, breathless, hand moving to settle her dress back into place.
