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But tonight, he would be doing her.
Her hands were fisted in the thermal shirt he wore under his cut, while his fingers had driven into her hair to keep her close when their lips meshed and their tongues clashed.
He was so fucking hard right now, his dick was throbbing. He groaned at the same time her hand released his shirt and slid down to cup him where he ached. His hips twitched at her touch and he wanted her to be touching his bare skin not his denim.
They twitched again when she squeezed him gently.
He twisted his face to the side, breaking their kiss and trying to catch his breath. “Fuck,” he whispered.
The only other sound in the dark room was their ragged breathing.
He hadn’t been this turned on with a woman since… hell, never.
She reached past him and flipped the switch, making him squint when the overhead light hit his eyes. Once they adjusted, he could see the woman before him so much fucking better.
With a glint in her eyes, her cheeks were slightly flushed and her lips shiny from their kiss.
Fucking gorgeous.
“Want you naked.”
“I want you naked,” she countered, a smile pulling at her lips.
“Easy fix.”
He pushed off the door, using his chest to gently bump her back a step, knocking her hand free from where she’d been massaging his balls.
He mourned the loss of her touch, but only for a second because he knew shit was about to get so much better.
So much fucking better.
As she turned away, she stripped herself free from the windbreaker she’d worn on their ride to and from Crazy Pete’s. After throwing it on the spare bed, she paused and then pointed to the nightstand between the two beds. “Where did that bowl of condoms come from? It wasn’t here when we left earlier.”
She wasn’t lying. A whole fucking bowl of wraps sat there like a bowl of candy on Halloween. Jesus fuck. “Someone’s bein’ a smart ass.”
She turned, not pissed like he would’ve expected for someone entering her room while they were gone, but amused. “I assume that someone is Ozzy?” Before he could answer that—not that it needed answered—she asked, “How did he know we were going to hook up?”
Because Ozzy was a horny fucker and only thought about sex. “He ain’t stupid. But we haven’t hooked up yet.”
“Then let’s solve that right now.” She sat on the edge of the second bed and began to unlace her boots.
He sat across from her on the other bed and did the same. Four boots along with their socks went flying across the room and landed in a pile.
He grinned at her and she returned it with an eyebrow wiggle.
Fallon surged to her feet and yanked her sweater over her head tossing that over her shoulder. Whip watched as it landed on the bed before turning his eyes back to her. He didn’t want to miss a damn thing.
She wore a black lacy bra that she filled out very well and he had a difficult time pulling his gaze from the creamy flesh swelling out of the cups.
He wanted to bury his face there. He wasn’t sure if he wanted to do that before or after he buried it between her thighs.
Her tits couldn’t be considered huge or tiny, but, to Whip, were just right.
She popped open the top button on her jeans and unzipped them, the whole time her blue eyes remaining locked with his. “Are you just going to sit there?” Her question came out thick, the look accompanying it heated.
A flush now ran from her cleavage up her neck and into her cheeks. Whip doubted it was from embarrassment but more from anticipation.
After swallowing to loosen his tight throat, he forced out a, “Yeah. Reason for that.”
She shimmied out of her jeans and once they hit her ankles, she stepped out, leaned over, giving him a healthy eyeful of those tits, picked up her pants and tossed them behind her, too. Now she stood in only her black lace-front panties and bra.
Holy fuck.
Her body was a thousand times better than he could ever have imagined. His dick thought so, too, when it began to leak in his boxer briefs.
“You’re still sitting there.”
“Know it. Keep goin’.” He ran a thumb down his erection and cupped his balls over his jeans, giving them a slight squeeze. “Likin’ this too much.”
“But it doesn’t do me any good if you’re still dressed.”
“Don’t need to be naked to do some of the shit I’m gonna do to you.”
Her mouth opened and a soft breath hissed from her. “That sounds promising but I really want to see you naked.”
“C’mere,” he said softly, holding out his hand and separating his knees.
When she stepped between them, he put his hands on her hips above her panties and slid them around to her ass. Leaning in, he ran his tongue from the elastic waistband of her underwear up her flat but still soft and feminine stomach. Just how he liked it.
