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She hunches her shoulders. “I did say.” She looks around. “Have you changed your mind?”
I laugh. “No.” I take off my glasses and leave them on the chair, go up to her, take her face in my hands again, and kiss her fiercely.
“Mmm…” Wriggling out of her coat, she hangs it over the back of the chair, then lifts her arms around me. Still kissing her, I toe off my shoes, and she does the same. Then I bend and pick her up, wrapping her legs around me. “Ooh!” Her eyes widen.
I turn and pull back the duvet, then climb onto the mattress. Turning, I lie on my back on the pillows, letting her stretch out on top of me.
Propping herself up on her elbows, she looks into my eyes. “Do you want me to take my clothes off?”
“No. We’re going to make out for a while.”
“Kiss, you mean?”
“Kissing will be involved. As well as other fun activities.”
“I like the sound of that.”
I laugh and kiss her nose. Then her cheeks. Finally, I slide a hand to the back of her head and bring her lips to mine.
She sighs, and we exchange a few long, sedate kisses that nevertheless still send my heart racing. I rest my hands on her shoulder blades, then draw them down her back, following the curve of her waist, all the way down to the swell of her bottom. Clutching the soft muscles there, I squeeze, and she gives a long, throaty sigh, rocking her hips slowly against mine.
Then she lifts her head and looks at me. Her eyes sparkle in the low light. “You’ve got an erection,” she points out.
“Yep.”
“Wow.” She tilts her hips, pressing against it. “That’s amazing.”
“That’s all you.”
“Mmm.” Her gaze drops to my lips, and then she lowers her lips to mine again.
This time, she opens her mouth, and I feel the tip of her tongue brush against my bottom lip. Smiling, I stroke my tongue against hers, and she gives a sexy little moan and slides her tongue against mine.
I let her kiss me for a long time, allowing her to move at her own pace. She gradually grows bolder, grazing her teeth on my lip, delving her tongue into my mouth. It’s hard to stay still, and my hands wander down her back, over her bottom, then back up again, getting used to her curves, without turning intimate. Eventually, though, I can’t stop my fingers sneaking beneath the hem of her sweater, and although I only skirt them around the waistband of her jeans, the feel of her skin, and her answering shudder, prompts me to step things up a notch.
Holding her around the waist, I twist so she’s on her back, then stretch out beside her. Leaning on an elbow, I look down at her and kiss her again. This time I’m able to go at my own pace, and, growing hungry for her, I crush my lips to hers, kissing her fiercely, until I’m breathless with need, and I know she’s feeling the same because of the way she’s moving against me.
When I eventually lift my head, she blinks a few times and says, “Oh jeez.”
“Do you like making out?”
“Oh my God I love it.”
I laugh. “Want to do it naked?”
“Oh!” Her eyes widen, and she slides a hand down to my shirt. “Can I undo your buttons?”
“Of course.”
Propped on an elbow, I watch as she slowly pops the buttons through the holes, then pushes the sides of the shirt apart. “Ooh, Kip. You work out.” She brushes her fingers down over my pecs and abs, her eyes alight with admiration.
It’s difficult not to feel flattered. “When I can.”
“Do you do a lot of sport?”
“I used to. A lot of rugby in my university days. Some cricket, tennis, and football. Golf occasionally.”
“Croquet?”
