It doesn’t hurt that I do enjoy how it sounds from her lips.
“When it’s just us.” Agreeing hoarsely, I try to clear my throat, but it feels impossible when she’s this close.
She inhales slowly, debating her next words. Taking in my face, a groan forms in the back of my throat as she swipes hertongue across her bottom lip. “Can I do something else when it’s just us?”
Whatever she’s thinking, I can already tell it’s bad. I need to be the responsible one. First, apologize like I know how to use my tongue. Then, put distance between us.
There’s a reason I try my damned hardest not to touch her. Can’t think too much when I do.
Say no.
“I want to kiss you.” The request leaves her softly, and I think my ears heard wrong. But then she grimaces at her own words, the next ones coming out more unsure. “I think that will cancel out what you did.”
Always letting her do what she wants is clashing with the man who wants to do what’s best for her. I struggle to think of a reply, and to believe that I’m actually awake.
This could just be a dream. Or, even better, maybe I’ve died. Both are far more believable than the younger woman wanting to kiss me.
“Okay.” The word leaves me, instead of a yes or a no, the battle within me growing too strong to decide on.
Her eyes grow brighter, the green beaming like a light. Even her lips curve into a smile. She’sexcited.
While I can’t understand how or why, I don’t worry about it. Not when I’m too busy focusing on her.
She erases the space between us. Without giving me the lifetime I need to prepare for the contact, she presses her pillowy lips against mine and shivers.
Coming off sweet enough to give me cavities, my cock pulses, reminding me just how hard I am. How I want so much from her, but now isn’t the time. No matter what, I have to hold back. There aren’t any other options.
There’s the soft flick of her tongue against my lips, so hesitant, so shy. As far as I’m concerned, this might as well beher first kiss. Half of me is proud that she’s doing something she wants, while the other half howls for more. Demands for it.
Unable to fight, my hand lifts to touch her hair. So fucking soft. Moving to cup the back of her neck, I lift just enough to deepen the kiss. Enough to swallow down her next gasp, to enjoy her satisfying sigh. Everything about her tastes delicious.
Better than I could have ever imagined.
Groaning softly, I trace the goosebumps prickling up on her skin. She’ssosoft. The complete opposite of everything I am.
Pulling away, her eyes are wide, surprised. Seeing the pink on other parts of her skin, not just her cheeks, is a turn on in itself.
Flattening her hand against my chest, right over my heart, I expect her to pull away, satisfied with what she’s done to me. Instead, she moves only so she has the room to throw her leg over my body.
Before I can wrap my mind around what she’s doing, she’s already straddling me. Away is her embarrassment. In its place, confidence. Or, maybe it’s arousal.
Her lids are heavy, her lips swollen. Even her chest rises, not with panic, but with something else. Something that’s causing two points to form against the front of her shirt.
Fuck. I swallow heavily, trying to understand what the hell is happening.
“This was—” she pants, her body shivering. “—my dream. Except…”
Feeling her hands wrap around mine, a groan leaves my lips as she settles them against her hips. She’s so warm.
“Pen—” Choking on her name, my body has a war within itself to take more than I ever deserve.
“It’s okay,” she whispers, her voice shaky. “I’m okay. Touch me, please.”
If my cock wasn’t already swollen thick, it is now. Hearing such words leave her lips feels unreal.
There’s no way in hell I’m going to be able to keep my hands to myself. Not this time.
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