Page 26 of Never Too Close


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“All yours?” she echoes.

I don’t care if calling her mine is too much, too soon. She’s mine right now. I’m not about to let anything come between us. Definitely not memories of my stripper ex who has no business fucking up our good time.

“At least for this afternoon,” I say.

She slips off my lap to sit beside me. I throw an arm over her shoulder and lift her face to meet my eyes.

She grins and, twisting at the waist, grabs my face with both hands. “Yes,” she whispers, then runs her nose along the stubble on my jawline.

She moans deep in her throat, and before I can stop it, my hand slides from her hip to her belly. She arches her chest against mine, and even though we are in the world’s most awkward position, I feel her full breasts press against me.

I’m trying to figure out how we can get more comfortable while making an even more inappropriate scene on her couch when Eden shoves my chest lightly.

“Lie back a bit,” she says, her voice thick and low.

I lean back, and she straddles my hips, but this time, she braces her hands on the back of the couch behind me so we won’t tip off the front. She flicks her tongue along my lower lip while tugging the front of her V-neck top down a bit.

I take that as my invitation, and I cup her generous tits in my hands.

A whimper in her throat sends my dick into overdrive. She grinds her hips against mine, and we ravish each other’s mouths while I hold her breasts, and she claws the couch behind my shoulders.

“I really want to kiss you here.” I grunt the words against her lips, tightening my hold on her breasts.

She doesn’t respond, just releases the couch and holds her arms in the air. I grab the hem of her tee and tug it up to reveal her belly. She bends her arms and works them through the sleeves, then sets the shirt beside us on the couch. She’s wearing a dusty-pink-colored bra, the cups so thin I can see the sharp outlines of her hard nipples through the lace.

“Jesus fuck, babe,” I pant. I swallow and just stare at her, taking in her body. “You are fucking unbelievable.”

She looks down at her belly, pointing with a finger. “I’ve got a few stretch marks. Here…” She uses a finger to work a large circle, motioning over her abdomen. Then she lifts her hands to her breasts. “Here too,” she whispers, her voice thick. “No one has seen all this since I had Junie.”

“Really?”

I know her kid’s only like a year old, but the fact that I’m the first—the only guy to experience this version of her body—gets me.

“Babe,” I hiss, thumbing one nipple through the pink lace. “Everything about your body is fucking perfect.”

We look into each other’s eyes as I shove the fabric away to reveal her hard, copper-colored nipple.

I thumb the peak gently and suck air as she gasps and slams her eyes closed. “Sensitive?” I ask.

“Fuck yes,” she breathes. “Don’t stop.”

I watch her lips part and her hips shimmy as I tweak both nipples between my fingertips. She throws her shoulders back and gasps, leaning into my hands and urging me to work her nipples harder.

“So good,” she sighs, opening her eyes slowly. “Vito…”

I lower my face and suck her whole right nipple into my mouth. I hold the weight of her breast in my hand and swirl my tongue over the sensitive skin.

She gasps again and throws her head back, but my eyes are closed.

I’m focused on the pressure she’s putting on my erection, the taste of her sweet flesh under my tongue, and the greedy noises that let me know she likes what I’m doing.

Suddenly, I hear a small, muffled song coming from the direction of Eden’s bedroom. Juniper’s awake. She’s not screaming or crying. She’s literally singing, “Maaaamaaaa.”

“Fuck.” I lift my mouth from her nipple and grin. “I’d almost be pissed if she weren’t so damn cute.”

Eden’s grin is even bigger than mine. “Cutest little cockblock in Star Falls.” She sighs and leans back to smooth the cups of her bra back into place. “I am so sorry,” she says.

I shake my head and rub my face hard. “No apologies needed.” I stand while she puts her shirt back on and adjust my cock in my jeans, praying it will go down quickly. “You need me to go?” I ask.