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“Gah! I don’t know. Just… this is killing me.”
“We can stop.”
“No! I want more, not less.”
His grin as he shakes his head is not helping. I tug him back to taste that too. My fingers tangle in his hair again as we kiss, our bodies grinding and exploring the other. Fire rips beneath my skin. Everything is burning and throbbing. This is absolute torture.
“Val…” I moan as he runs his hand along my side beneath my shirt. His fingertips taunt me with each brush just at the edge of where I want them.
“Yeah?”
“Touch me,” I whisper. I cover his hand and mold it to my breast.
Chills rake over my skin as he slips his fingers beneath the soft lace and begins a gentle massage. I arch into his touch, moaning at the sparks firing from each graze of my nipple. He pinches it gently, sending me writhing into the sheets.
“This okay?” he asks, kissing along my jaw.
“I’ve been waiting months for this.”
I feel his smile against my skin and trail my fingertips over the back of his neck.
“What have you been waiting for?” I ask.
He looks up with a devastating grin. “You really want to know?”
“Actually, I want to guess. This?” I graze my hand down his back and push beneath the hem of his sweatpants. He sucks in a breath when I sink my fingertips into the dense muscle waiting for me.
“Or maybe this?”
His eyes grow hot when I slide my hand over his hip to the front. We might have slipped back into my fantasy when I run my palm over the hardening bulge in his boxer briefs. Gosh, he feels good. And yes, I imagine this. All. The. Time.
I grip his hair with my other hand to resume our kiss, loving his immediate surrender. How the heck am I so lucky?
A thump at the door has us tensing in surprise.
Or not...
Val starts to roll off me, and I yank him back in place.
“Don’t you dare,” I whisper. “What?” I shout.
“Larinda? You in there?”
We exchange a look, and he stifles a laugh.
“Um. Yep,” I call back.
“Okay. We have a question about the cappuccino machine.”
My boyfriend’s silent laughter as he drops his forehead to my shoulder somehow manages to pull an exasperated smile from me as well.
“Yeah? What is it?”
“Can we show you? It’s pretty complicated.”
The entire process is two steps, one of which is pushing a button.
“Can we do it later?” I ask.
