Page 47 of Hard to Get

I lift a hand to cradle her jaw. She hums in the back of her throat and I’m even harder, painfully hard, and this kiss is even deeper. She feels so fucking good.

“It’s a good thing we came here,” I murmur moments later. “This could get out of hand in a hurry.”

“I hope so.”

Ah fuck. She’s as much into this as I am. Excitement has my heart pumping hard and fast. I have to restrain myself from pushing her down onto the couch and jumping on top of her. Slow. Take it slow. She’s special enough to deserve that.

We make out for a while on the couch, long, slow, exploratory kisses. I nip at her bottom lip, she sucks on my tongue. Our drinks are abandoned on the coffee table and our hands wander everywhere.

“You have too many clothes on,” I mumble. Her long-sleeved top and pants are tight on her body, which I appreciate, but man, I want skin. I want her hands on my skin.

“Mmm.” She plucks at my shirt. “You, too.”

“Come on.” I stand and take her hand, pulling her up, then lead her to the stairs. She follows willingly. So does Frank, and sadly, I have to shut the bedroom door in his face. I spare him a brief moment of sympathy.

In my bedroom, sun still streams in the windows, so I grab the remote and lower the blinds. While they lower, I flick on a lamp, because I don’t want pitch-dark either. I want to see beautiful Stella when I make her come. I pull out the drawer of my nightstand and dig around in it for a couple of condoms, which I toss onto the bed.

I return to her and lift the hem of her shirt up and over her head. Her sports bra is white and tight, with thin straps that crisscross her back. She takes over and pulls it off.

“Jesus.” I can only gaze reverently at her perfect tits.

Her fingers move to the half-zip of my tech shirt. I grab the back of the shirt and pull it off. Her hands land on my pecs, soft and caressing. Red-hot lust floods my veins.

“Oh yeah.” I groan.

“There’s something you should know.”

“I don’t care.”

She breathes out a laugh.

“What?”

“I’m older than you.”

“I know.”

“Oh.”

“I did a little light googling.”

“Ah.” She traces her fingertips over my clavicle. “Okay.”

“Like I said…” I kiss her. “I don’t care.” I slide an arm around her back and fill my other palm with the soft curve of her breast. Perfect. I give it a gentle squeeze and she moans, her head falling back. I drag my mouth down the side of her neck, then lick my way back up to her ear. I start nudging her toward the bed, backing her up, then I press her down to first sit then lay on the mattress.

She watches me, her tongue wetting her bottom lip. My cock throbs as I hook my fingers into her leggings and ease them down over her hips and legs, tugging them off, leaving her in a tiny pair of black panties and ankle socks. I keep my eyes on her face as I push down my pants, stretchy jogger style, no zipper, easy off. I kick them aside and crawl onto the bed over her, straddling her with my legs wide. Her gaze dips down to my underwear, stretched by my erection.

“You like what you see?” I murmur.

One corner of her mouth lifts in a sexy little smirk. “I do.” She reaches to palm the bulge in my boxer briefs.

A groan rumbles in my chest. “Oh Jesus.” That feels so good. Electricity licks over every nerve ending in my body.

She makes a noise of appreciation, then slips her fingers inside my briefs and curls them around my shaft.

“Fuck.”

She pulls my underwear down and under my balls and uses both hands to stroke me and cup me, rubbing the wet head of my cock with her thumb. Her lips are parted as she watches herself touch me and it’s so fucking hot, I think I’m losing my mind.