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Bastard.
“How about this? You do it your way, I’ll do it mine,” I suggested.
His eyes locked on mine.
“This should be interesting.”
“Damn straight,” I muttered.
I kissed him. I knew he liked the way I kissed. He’d told me so, and so far, he hadn’t lied to me.
He responded immediately.
He let my wrists go and put his arms around me.
My hands went back to his fly, but instead of opening it I slid my palm against it, feeling the length of him. It felt nice,realnice.
His hands went to my waist. He flipped me on my back on the couch and covered me with his body. I grabbed at his shoulders to hold on and lost my previously won position.
He kissed me, topping it by his hand going to cup my breast, his thumb sliding across my nipple. His finger joined his thumb and he began a delicious roll using the satin of my dress to deepen the friction.
Wow.
As inwow.
I lifted a knee for leverage. His hips fell between my legs, I wrapped the other leg around him, held on to his shoulder with one hand, pushed my other elbow in the couch as I braced my weight with my foot, bucked and rolled.
We fell off the couch, him with a grunt landing on his back, me on top.
I lifted up before he could recover, straddling him again. I bent over, arcing my back, my mouth on his chest. Sliding my lips, scraping my teeth, across, down, my tongue tracing the definition in the muscles of his abs. He tasted good and his skin felt nice over hard muscle.
It was glorious.
My fingers pried another button loose at his fly and my mouth went lower, my fingers working the next button just below my waiting lips. I was looking forward to this.
All that time, his hands were under the dress, holding my ass. As I moved down his body, they slid out and up, forcing my back and torso straight. They went under my arms and yanked me up over him, then he flipped me.
Our legs and hips hit the coffee table. It flew to the side, teetered and toppled, remotes, magazines and phones flying everywhere.
His body on mine, he captured my wrists and pulled them over my head and he looked at me. “You really are in a hurry.”
“I said I was, didn’t I?”
His mouth brushed mine. “Relax.”
“Yourelax! Can you guarantee that the buzzer isn’t gonna go on the door?”
“No.”
“Can you guarantee that your phone’s not gonna ring? My phone’s not gonna ring? The whole western part of the United States isn’t gonna fall into the Pacific Ocean?”
I felt as well as heard him give a soft laugh.
“No.”
“I’m sorry about your man, I really am. That sucks and I’m not blaming you, butIdidn’t getmybuzzer rung whileyouhadmymouth between your legs. Catch my drift?”
He nuzzled my neck, still not letting go of my hands.
