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“I still have no idea what you are talking about.” Her eyes were on his, making him not look back at her breasts.
“I heard you on the phone outside the bar.”
“Oh, with Mike, you mean.”
“I guess; I didn’t catch his name,” he admitted. He wasn’t in the mood to talk about some guy who had once been important to the woman in front of him now.
“Why are you here?” she asked again, still holding his gaze.
He held out the bottle to her again. “I brought you a present.”
She looked at it, and he glanced at her breasts again. Her eyes flicked back to his, and she caught him again. Without looking down, she took the bottle from his hand and put it on the table next to her phone, which had just received another text. She was popular, but then again, it was her birthday.
“Are you going to answer your texts?” he asked, half hoping she would so he could just leave. Except the last thing he wanted to do was leave now.
“They can wait. Thank you for the wine.” Though she gave him a small smile, her face held the same expression it did when she had turned him down for the loan: controlled.
It was that control that annoyed him the most. He wanted to see the real her, not some mask that she had for everyone.
“I also wanted to make sure you made it home safe. You drank quite a bit.” He noticed her eyes were not as glazed over as he had expected. She was soberer than he was.
“I am here, safe.” She leaned against the door jam. Was this some sort of staring contest? If so, she was definitely winning because he couldn’t keep looking into those eyes when there was so much of her he wanted to see.
The only positive was that she was not looking anywhere but his eyes. There was a part of his body that made it obvious that he liked what he was seeing. There was no way of hiding that from her if she happened to look down.
“I see that,” was all he could think to say as he broke eye contact. She had scrubbed the make-up off her face, but her lips were still pink, still kissable.
“What do you want?” she asked, and her tongue came out and licked her bottom lip.
“Fuck it.” Giving up on finding an innocent reason to be there, he leaned forward and kissed her. Her reaction was to freeze for a moment, but then she gave in to the pressure of his lips on hers.
Those soft, kissable lips were even better than he had imagined, better than he could dream. She tasted of whiskey and wine and something purely Tess, though he hadn’t thought he knew what that tasted like. But he was sure that was it.
Stepping closer, he leaned his entire body into her as she returned his kiss. When his tongue slipped out to touch hers, her mouth opened and accepted it without hesitation. Math gently backed her around the corner of the doorframe until she was in the apartment, reaching over to shut the door to the hallway. There may only be a few apartments there, but he didn’t need anyone to be nosy.
With her back still against the door frame, he braced himself against the wall with one hand and slid the other down her back until he could cup her ass in his hands—her perfect firm ass.
Tess kept kissing him as she slid open the zipper on his coat, then eased the coat off his shoulders. He dropped her ass so that the coat fell to the floor. This time, his hands slid under the green shirt, and he realized he was wrong—she wasn’t wearing short shorts, just silky panties that were barely enough to cover her amazing ass. His hand went further up her hot, smooth back, confirming she didn’t have a bra on either.
As their kiss deepened, he was unable to stop himself as he moved to gather her breasts in his hands. Feeling the smooth flesh, he had been eyeing for so long, in his hands made him groan in her mouth. They were just as perfect as he had imagined, big enough to overflow his large hands. The pads of his rough thumbs passed over her already taut nipples, and he felt her moan in his mouth.
He was enjoying himself as he caressed her breasts, and she unbuttoned his shirt, but not quickly enough for her, it seemed, because the last few she just ripped open, sending buttons flying. After pulling the shirt free of his pants, she skimmed her hands slowly up his stomach and chest to his shoulders. Once there, she eased the shirt off his shoulders and let it fall to the floor with his help. It landed on his jacket. Then her hands went down his back, but she raked her fingernails lightly down his skin, causing goosebumps to form all over his body.
If she could take off his shirt, Math was damn sure taking off hers. Grabbing the hem, he pulled the green T-shirt over her head and tossed it on the floor on top of his. Pulling his mouth from hers, he gazed over her perfect perky breasts with their pink nipples. They were hard and pebbled from his touch. A series of shapes on her hip bone drew his attention for a moment. It was a small tattoo, and he would have to analyze it later. He had better things to do right then.
With his arms wrapped around her waist, he lifted her body until he could get her nipple into his mouth without bending. Tess’s squeal quickly melted into an achingly sexy groan. As he lightly bit and licked her breast, she ran her hands through his hair and then gripped it to keep his mouth where it was.
Slowly, he slid her body down his so that she could feel how much he wanted her, but once her mouth was close, he started kissing her hard. He needed to taste her again. Sliding his hand down her body again, he pushed her panties down as he went, and they silently fell to the floor. With one hand, he caressed her breast, and with the other, he explored her mound, hearing her breath catch as his fingers slid through her folds. She was already wet for him.
Breaking the kiss, he heard her whimper as he ran a single finger over her clit. While stroking her, he matched the rhythm with his tongue on her nipple until, with a groan, her head fell back and hit the wall, hard. Nearly unfazed, she begged him not to stop as her hands left his hair to feel the back of her head. She must have decided that there was no damage as she started to lower her arms, but his free hand caught them and held them above her head as his other hand slid two fingers into her folds as his thumb continued to rub circles.
When her head fell back again against the wall, not as hard this time, he felt her breath catch as an orgasm took over her body. He watched as her eyes glazed over, and she started to shake her head and moan. Then, to his utter amazement, she started mumbling words that were not even words, just sounds spun together in what sounded like words.
As her body relaxed against the wall, he kissed her again. He wanted to move this to her bedroom, or at least to the couch. But instead of moving, his tongue explored her mouth, and his hands tried to memorize her every curve. Slowly, her hands went to the waistband of his pants. Her fingers brushed his bare skin as she unbuttoned and unzipped, then pushed his jeans and boxer briefs down enough to free his painful erection from its prison, letting him kick them off his feet.
Her eyes raked over his body, so he took the moment to get a full look at her as well. He wasn’t one to compare, but his ex had nothing on the banker’s body. Karen’s dedication to dieting since Cora was born meant she had been far more angular than the woman in his arms right now. The extra curves gave him more to hold on to, which was something he realized he had missed in a woman all these years. At least that was ending now.
When her hand went around his hard-as-steel shaft, his mind stopped completely. She started stroking him with a tight grip, and he almost lost all the control he had left. It had been a long time since he had been with a woman and a lifetime since he was with a new one.
