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“Dates are out of the question?” he asked, running his hand along her back.
“No official dates,” she said, “but informal lunches, surprise coffees, are totally acceptable.”
She wanted to see him. Good. He slid his hand down to her ass that had been a tease for a month and squeezed her cheek the way he’d been craving to. “Sleepovers?”
“Fine,” she replied, wiggling against him and then reaching for his T-shirt. She pushed it up his body until he grabbed the back and yanked it over his head. “As long as I don’t wake up and you’re staring adoringly at me.”
He chuckled. “Won’t happen.” He reached for her shirt and removed it quickly, letting his gaze wander across her round breasts in her black lace bra before glancing into her face again. “What else?”
She nibbled her lip and unbuttoned his jeans. “Beyond that, I think there is only one major rule left.”
He dropped his mouth close to hers. “What’s that?”
“Don’t fall in love with me,” she said.
He leaned in close and said dead seriously, “I’m the divorced one, remember? Believe me, the last thing I’d do is hurt you, and falling in love with me would certainly do that.”
Done with talking, and clear on the just sex, he held her face and dropped his mouth to hers. His tongue dove into her mouth, tasting the mint on her tongue. Needing to get closer, he slid his hand into her hair, kissing her like he’d wanted to kiss her ever since that night in the club. She got his jeans open and dipped her hand in, grabbing hold of his hard cock. He groaned as she stroked him. He braced his hands around her face again, sealing his lips across hers, his tongue exploring her mouth when she ran her hands along his chest. She rubbed her breasts against his, stroking him in a perfect rhythm.
Pleasure slid throughout him. He growled against her mouth. “Christ, I need you.” He released her hair to grab her cotton pants and yank them off, and they hit the floor a second later. She removed her hand from his jeans and he pulled back to gaze at her. She wore a tiny matching thong, the lingerie delicately accentuating her beauty. “Your lingerie is so damn sexy, Peyton,” he said, sliding his fingers down over her lips, her neck, to the middle of her breasts. “But I want what’s underneath.” He reached around to unhook her bra, freeing her beautiful breasts—breasts that he’d imagined while he stroked himself to finish late at night. The straps fell down her arms exposing round breasts with dark nipples; he took them in his hands, dragging his thumb over her taut peaks. She moaned, tossing her head back, and he was sure he’d never seen anything so stunning.
“Make that sound again for me, sweetheart.” He sucked one nipple to the roof of his mouth, then treated himself to the other, and she moaned softly, making his cock ache. He licked up her neck, slowly, sensually, swirling his tongue until he sucked on her earlobe, loving how she squirmed against him. He slid his fingers down into her panties, a low sound rumbling from his chest when his fingers found her soaking wet. She clung to him as he kissed her neck and slowly circled her clit until her breath grew raspy and harsh.
When he leaned back to watch her, she lowered her head, her gaze catching his. “My rules, you said?” she asked playfully, her hair rustled, mouth puffy from his earlier kiss.
He grinned. “What do you want?”
“You.” She thrust his jeans down over his ass, then pushed hard against his chest. “Right now.”
He allowed her to move him to the couch and he lay down on his back, letting her own the show tonight. She tucked her fingers into her panties, then wiggled out of them, revealing a neatly trimmed pussy.
He grunted. “Jesus, Peyton.”
The heat between them was raw and real, and he wanted to explore this passion. He threaded his fingers into the soft strands of her hair, claiming her mouth again, deepening his kiss now. She kept up, her hands exploring his chest, his abs, and he felt the heat burning from her fingers.
When she stroked his cock again, he groaned, feeling her swipe his pre-cum. That was enough for him. He reached for his jeans, grabbed his wallet from his back pocket, and took out a condom. Not wanting this to end, but desperate to get inside her, he put on the condom and reached for her again, enjoying the way she melted against him.
Her slender fingers slid over his chest when she rose up. He grunted, urgency driving him when he grasped her hip. She was rushing to devour him, to take her pleasure, to hurry this along. To sate this ravenous lust that had been burning for weeks between them.
That was the very last thing he wanted to do.
“I want to touch you, taste you, savor you…slowly.” He held her hip firmly, refusing to let her swallow him up. His other hand tangled in her hair, bringing his mouth close to hers. “I want to drive you crazy, then watch you break apart in my arms.” The warmth of her folds pressed against him, and he inhaled her sugary scent, gathering her in his arms. “I want you to lose your goddamn mind like I’ve been losing mine from wanting you.”
“My God, Boone, I’m already there.” She dropped her head into his neck and kissed him there. He lost sight of his control when she found the tip of his cock with her hand. She brought her mouth to his again. “I don’t want slow. I want now.” Her kiss became more demanding, her raspy breath brushing across his lips. And before he could stop her this time, she sank down on him, taking him deep. Pleasure blinded him. His hand released her hip when she began rocking against him and he stared into her eyes while she began bouncing atop him. He cupped her jiggling breasts, sucked on her nipple before he moved his lips to her throat near her pulse point. He licked and played, moving his hands to her bottom, helping her move faster until she set a rhythm that had them both moaning and gasping their pleasure.
When he finally leaned away, needing to see those sweet eyes of hers that, for this moment, didn’t look so sad anymore, she grabbed his chin, holding his face and moving faster, harder, owning him for these few seconds, and he allowed it. In fact, he grinned. “Take what you need, gorgeous.” He held on to her bottom and assisted her until her moans were right on top of each other.
“I’m going to…” She reached back, placing her hands on his thighs, dropping her head back until she shook and trembled…and until the hitch of her breath told him to thrust into her harder, faster…wildly.
Then she came apart in his arms. Free. Breathless. She shuddered atop him, losing herself completely, holding nothing back. Her inner muscles were a consta
nt tease, working against his control, tempting him to finish with her.
Not on his life.
He gritted his teeth and waited her out. Yeah, she had a plan of seducing him, on her terms. He saw that now. But he had plans too.
When she dropped her head, her eyes met his again and she smiled in satisfaction. He carefully rose with her in his arms and then he laid her out on the couch. Above her, he gazed down as the candlelight cast a warm glow across the gentle lines of her body.
