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I stared at the beautiful polished stone then looked at her. “I can’t take this from you,” I murmured, though I wanted to. I wanted to have a part of her that meant something to her, and it meant a lot to me that she was choosing to give it to me.
“You’re not taking it from me. I’m giving it to you.” She handed me the stone then picked up her bear and hugged it to her side, kissing the soft nose then laughing. “I like this guy already—in fact, I might even like him more than I like you.”
“As long as you like me too.”
“I do.” Her eyes stayed on mine. “A lot.”
I’d told myself I would wait, told myself I wouldn’t make her feel that this—us—was a requirement for the time we were spending together, but as her lips parted, I couldn’t really think anymore.
“Come here,” I said, my eyes fixed on the full pink plumpness I desperately wanted to taste.
She didn’t hesitate. She came to me, her whole body melting into my arms as she touched her lips to mine.
I shuddered at the contact, my body unprepared for the force of desire that rocked through me. I tasted her lips, her mouth, and my hands tightened around her as I drowned in the sweetness that was her.
She moaned, and arousal surged, almost unbearable. I wanted her in ways I’d never thought possible. I delved into her mouth, lost, addicted, hungry…I wanted more, and I was desperate to have it. I rolled on top of her and covered her body with mine, the feeling of her warm softness beneath me making me feel like a king.
Eight
Allie
I’d known, from the moment I saw him, that it would feel like this—like sweetness and heaven. My chest felt light, my stomach felt like I was floating, and his lips…goodness! He knew how to kiss, and I wanted to kiss him until the stars fell from the sky.
I moaned again, unable to contain my pleasure. His hips rubbed against mine, and I felt his arousal pressing into me, sending a sweet tingle between my legs.
I dug my fingers into his hair, loving the feel of the silky strands. My hands drifted to his shoulders, his arms, his back. He was all muscle, hard, beautiful, the epitome of temptation.
One of his palms was at my waist, and it rose slowly, tracing a path up my ribs through the material of the sweater. He stopped just shy of my breast and released my lips. His eyes stayed on mine, the question in the blue depths piercing through the naked desire.
“I don’t want you to stop,” I whispered, answering his silent question. Not now, not ever.
He lowered his head and kissed me again then rose, lifting me up to my unsteady feet. He carried me up the stairs to his bedroom, dropping me gently onto the bed. He stood over me and pulled off his sweater, exposing rock-hard muscles. His jeans followed, and then his briefs. I swallowed at the sight of him, naked and glorious. I pulled at my sweater, impatiently taking it off to expose my body.
His eyes burned a path over me. He slid on top of me, his expression so full of wonder I started to feel like maybe I really was some sort of goddess. He buried his face in my neck, breathing deeply before trailing his lips to the curve of my breast.
“You’re perfect,” he murmured.
“So are you.”
He palmed my breast and tweaked a hard, pink nipple with his thumb. “How did I end up here, with you?”
I chuckled and rose to my knees, pushing him back so we were both on our knees facing each other. I slid my hand over his hard chest. “Kiss me, Braden.”
He obliged. One hand cupped my breast then slid down between my legs to feel the wetness there. He kissed me deeply, his tongue mimicking the movements of his fingers as he stroked me till I started to shudder.
Then he pulled me toward him, sitting back on his haunches as he lifted me onto his lap to straddle him. His hand curved over my butt, and he urged me down slowly onto the hard length of his cock.
My head fell back, and I gasped at the intensity of the sensations as he entered me. He filled me completely, stretching me and stroking every sensitive spot inside me. I rocked my hips, unable to keep myself from moving, from wanting to feel more of the sweet friction of him inside me.
He was looking up into my face, his jaw tight, his eyes hot and heavy with desire.
“Beautiful.” His voice was rough and husky. He kissed my chin then covered my breast with his mouth. I sighed and moved my hips more deliberately, riding him and feeling my pleasure climb.
He felt so good, too good. In no time, my hips were bucking, my body shaking as pleasure ripped through me. Only then did he lower me onto the bed, covering my body with his as he thrust deep into me, over and over, until I was screaming his name, begging for release, mindless and breathless with the pleasure. He surged into me, and I exploded, my heart stopping as everything gave way to a thunderous climax.
Later, I lay in his arms, a silly smile on my face as I traced circles on his chest. “I don’t want to go back to the real world,” I said, thinking of all the calls I still hadn’t bothered to answer.
“This is the real world,” he replied.
