AllFreeNovel
Share Us
“Oh, yes,” I muttered. “Make me come again.”
He worked me a little faster and all those erotic feelings converged again. I cried out his name as a second, equally powerful orgasm slammed into me.
He was quickly helping me make up for lost time.
When his head popped up from between my parted legs, he wore a triumphant grin. “Damn, you taste good.”
Chapter Five
“You are such a bad boy.”
He winked at me. “And you like being bad with me.”
I couldn’t dispute that. As he dropped kisses along my inner thighs and then across my belly, I said, “You do have a certain wicked charm that makes me hot.”
His mouth reached my breasts. He curled his tongue around a nipple. I writhed beneath him as his body covered mine.
“Michael,” I said, suddenly in desperate need of skin-on-skin contact. “Get naked with me.”
He groaned. Lifting his head, he pinned me with a serious look. “Tell me you want me.”
“I do want you,” I admitted. “Badly.”
His head bent again and his tongue flicked over the other nipple, making me moan.
“You told me I never had to beg,” I reminded him.
“Just making sure you’re ready for me.”
“I think you already know the answer to that. You made me ridiculously wet.”
“I like you ridiculously wet. And insatiably horny.”
“Mission accomplished. I want you. Inside me. Now.”
He chuckled again. “Finally, some progress.”
Moving away from me, he quickly shed his clothes, leaving me speechless as I stared at all the bronze skin and rigid muscles revealed. When his briefs dropped to the hardwood floor, I gasped.
How could I possibly have forgotten how huge he was? Must be I’d blocked that out of my mind so I didn’t crave him on a daily basis.
“You’re gawking.”
I nodded. “Have you looked in a mirror recently?”
He grinned. “Man enough for you?”
“And then some.” My heart hammered and my pulse jumped. “Grab a condom and get your ass over here.”
“We’re going to need more than just one.” He walked over to the bedside table and opened the top drawer. He pulled out an unopened box of condoms and dumped the packets on the nightstand.
“Stocking up for the winter?” I asked of his stash.
He eyed the foil packets for a moment, then said, “Guess I haven’t had anybody over in a while.” He seemed to give this some thought, then added, “Not since you.”
“Oh, please.”
“No, really. I’m not saying I haven’t been with anyone else. But I haven’t actually invited another woman over to the loft since you.”
