AllFreeNovel
Share Us
He doesn’t say anything. He just gets out and follows me inside.
I don’t go to the kitchen this time. Instead, I walk to the couch with him.
I want to try that kiss again, so once he is seated, I climb into his lap, facing him. My knees slide to the sides of his thighs and rest on the cushion beneath us.
His hands settle on my hips.
I reach down and grab the hem of my shirt and pull it over my head.
His eyes stay on my face.
“I told you if you played your cards right, you’d get to see me naked again,” I whisper.
“I thought this was just pretend,” he says as I start to move against him.
“I’m just talking about sex, Corbin. I’m not asking you to marry me,” I say.
He brings his mouth to my throat and lays a kiss on my pulse. I can feel his answer pressing into me.
“Are you sure?”
“I’m straddling you in a bra,” I point out.
He flips me onto my back and brings his lips to mine. The second kiss is hotter than the first. He takes control this time, and before I know it, my shorts are gone, and so is his shirt. We are skin to skin.
“One thing,” I say in his ear, “I might fake relationships, but I don’t fake orgasms, so you’d better bring your A game.”
His head comes up. “I like a challenge.”
I reach between us and undo the button to his jeans, and he bears up, so he can pull them off.
He’s sexy as hell.
“Do you have a condom?” I ask as he climbs back on top of me.
He goes still.
“Please tell me you do,” I plead.
“I haven’t carried a condom since I was in college,” he says.
I come up onto my elbows and groan.
The look of utter disappointment on his face almost makes me laugh. The poor guy is devastated.
“Oh well. I guess you’ll just have to get the job done with your hands and mouth. Think you can?” I ask.
His breath quickens, and his stormy eyes meet mine. He glares at me from under his long, dark lashes with an intensity I haven’t seen from him yet, and a flutter rises in my stomach.
He prowls back up my body.
“I think I can manage that,” he says as he reaches to unclasp the front of my bra, and then he puts his mouth to work.
He kisses his way down my neck, across my collarbone, and to my breast. I arch up off the couch to give him better access when, suddenly, he picks me up and flips me. He pulls me to my knees, and I brace myself on the arm of the couch.
He brushes my hair over my shoulder and kisses my spine as his hand glides down my side, and I groan. The contact feels so good. It’s been a while since I’ve had a man’s callous hands on me. I back up into him, and he wraps one arm around my waist while the other continues. He cups me between my legs, and I moan his name. A slice of pleasure from the pressure vibrates through me as he rubs his palm against my flesh.
Yes, oh yes. That is exactly where I need him. I start rocking back and forth on his hand, but he goes still.
