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Shit. “I’ll let you in now. Come on up.”
I buzz her in and look around for my clothes. She’s fast, though, so by the time I grab my pants from the sofa where I dropped them, she’s standing at the door, clearing her throat.
She’s here. She came. Something painful in my chest relaxes. All my doubts seem foolish now that I see her in front of me, her cheeks flushed red, her golden eyes taking me in. They seem to glitter in the light of the lamp sitting on the coffee table, her pupils dilating.
“Hey,” I say, my voice inexplicably thick. ?
??You came.”
She doesn’t allow any more stupid words to spill from my mouth. Rising on tiptoes, she kisses me, long and sweet until my cock is back to attention, rock hard and pushing against her soft body. Her small hands ghost up my ribs, then settle on my hips, pushing the towel off. It falls, pooling at my feet, freeing my erection so that it juts right up.
She breaks the kiss and takes a step back, panting hard. Her gaze slides down, focusing on my weeping cock, and it twitches in response. I lift my hands to her arms, then work on the zipper of her jacket. Too many clothes. Too many barriers. I need her, skin to skin, flesh to flesh, to believe she’s really come back.
I tear the clothes off her in my hurry, and she yelps when the button of her jeans breaks off and rolls to the floor with a clink.
“Sorry,” I force through my gritted teeth. “Dammit.” My hands are fucking shaking.
“Micah.” She reaches up and cups my face. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah. Fuck yeah.” Never been better. I’m just… What? Nervous? Scared out of my fucking mind because I want her so much? “Didn’t think you were coming.”
“Why not?”
I don’t answer, frowning and popping more buttons, finally managing to drag her jeans down.
“I’m here,” she says, and I look up at her face. Not sure of what I see in her gaze, I focus again on getting her naked. This is more familiar territory, and fuck, my cock is close to bursting. I concentrate on that, the burning need in my body, and try to ignore the mess in my head.
She steps out of her jeans, and I blink. I never gave her underwear much notice before—I was more interested in peeling it off her—but this is… interesting. Oh hell yeah, very interesting. My dick takes notice, too, jumping against my stomach.
She’s wearing matching black lace bra and panties. The lace is fine and half-transparent, velvety against her pale gold skin. The cups lift her breasts and only half-cover her nipples. Her pink, hard nipples, which are stiffening more as I stare at them, transfixed.
The blood burns in my veins, and I have to lick my dry lips. My mouth is like a desert. In a trance, I lift my hand to touch the hard nub, and her head falls back, baring the column of her neck.
Fucking hell. I bend over her and kiss her under the ear, sucking on her sweet and salty skin as my hands trails over her breasts, finding and tugging on her nipples. She moans and presses her body to mine. My dick twitches again, swelling, seeking her.
Not yet. I need to feel her under my touch. I tear my hands off her breasts and trace patterns on her flat stomach, then circle her narrow waist and slide them down to her ass.
Another surprise. The lace is only a narrow strip, leaving her exposed. I smooth my hands over the silky globes, and my breath catches at the realization I’m about to come all over her again.
This is turning into a nasty habit.
So I force myself to take action. I sidestep and sweep her up in my arms. She yelps, and a mad grin splits my face.
“Bedroom,” I rasp and clutch her to me.
Mine. She’s mine.
The feel of her in my arms eases the storm in my head. I stumble into the bedroom and lay her on the mattress. Before she can sit up, I lower myself over her and grab the condoms from the bedside table. Making a mental note to buy more—loads more—I tear the foil with my teeth.
“Wait.” She pushes on my chest and sits up, dammit.
“Ev…”
“I want to taste you.”
And before I can blink, her mouth is on me, warm and moist and oh hell, my eyes are about to roll up in my head. She kneels in front of me, her copper hair coming loose of the ponytail, hiding her face. Her tongue is doing wicked things to the head of my aching dick, and my hands tremble with the need to grab her head and fuck her mouth until I come.
She only wants to taste. To try. The meaning between her words isn’t lost on me. She’s not experienced in giving blowjobs.
