The way she’s stroking her hands all over my pecs says,But I want to. “How long is not long?”
“It was areallyfast trip to Charlotte’s.”
I’m grinning again as I dip my head to nuzzle her jawline. “So June thinks you’re gone for a little bit longer.”
“Just a—oh God—bit.”
Thatoh God? That was me, licking that sensitive spot on her neck right beneath her ear.
I do it again.
Her body shudders against me while she curls her fingers into my shirt.
“Maybe a bit longer?” I murmur against her skin, my breath on the wet spot I left beneath her ear.
She arches into me. “I won’t take long.”
Fuck me.
Images of Maisey with a hair-trigger orgasm are making me sweat.
We’re in the doorway to my bedroom, and I’m so hard, it hurts to take another step. So instead, I turn her against the frame and roam my hands over her curves while I nibble a path along her jawline, and she gasps and pants and grabs me by the hair and hooks one leg around my thigh.
Yeah.
Yeah, I know the feel of Maisey in my arms. The way she fits. The way she wraps around me.
“I’m going to touch you,” I murmur.
“Oh God, I think I’ll die,” she whispers.
“In the good way?”
“The best way.”
I reach for the button on her jeans, feeling her belly quivering beneath my hands as my lips connect with hers.
I’m in control today.
Mostly.
I can take this slow and steady and not be a damn neanderthal like I have the last times I’ve kissed her.
But she whimpers and grips my hair, pulling my head closer to her, and strokes her tongue into my mouth, asking for—demanding—more.
Jesus.
I’mabout to have a hair-trigger reaction.
My hands shake as I inch down her zipper. She makes a mewling noise as she arches her hips into my hands, still kissing me like I’m the missing piece to her life, andfuck.
I should not be this attracted to this woman.
Toanywoman.
But I want to slam into her and feel her vagina clench around my dick and listen to her scream my name, and then I want to do it all over again.
I slip my hand into her pants and stroke her over her cotton panties.
