I vaguely hear the door click shut, and I hip check a side table that wasn’t in the foyer the last time I was here. But I ignore the pain becauseMaisey is kissing me.
She moves her hands to hold my cheeks, her chilly fingers exquisite on my skin while her lips suckle on mine. I shake my coat off, then wrap my hands around her ass cheeks and lift her.
Her legs go around my hips, and she licks the seam of my mouth. I part my lips, and her tongue dives in, andJesus.
Yes.
Yes.
I run into everything a man can run into while I kiss her and knead her ass and carry her into the living room. I dimly register candlelight.A new sectional where Tony’s beater leather sofa used to be. A furry rug in front of the fireplace.
Yes.
Furry-rug sex.
I want furry-rug sex with Maisey.
I drop to my knees with her still wrapped around me, and she breaks the kiss with a laugh. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to be—I mean, do you want a drink?”
“No. Take off your clothes.”
I nip at her ear.
She moans.
God, that moan. I love that moan.
I sit back on my haunches, Maisey still straddling my thighs but starting to slip.
She repositions herself across my hips and pushes me onto my back. “I almost didn’t text you.”
“Glad you did.”
“Worried—Junie—but you—thank you.”
“Not a dick.”
I’m helping her pull off her sweatshirt, and my mouth goes dry at the sight of the skimpy white tank underneath.
No bra.
Just full, lush Maisey breasts with hard nipples poking through the fabric and a hummingbird tattoo at the front of her shoulder.
I sit up to suckle one nipple through the thin cotton, and she gasps as she fists my hair in her hands again, holding me there, incoherent noises coming out of her throat and making my cock harder and harder with every sound.
“Want—you—naked—inside—me,” she gasps.
She rocks her center against my dick, and I swear to God, jeans have never been more painful.
And also never more worth the pain.
I’d sit like this forever if it meant Maisey peppering my head with kisses while I suck her nipple into my mouth, her hips rocking against my raging erection, every little noise she makes telling me I’m making her feel good.
But the lady wants me naked inside her.
Who am I to deny her?
I stroke my hands up the silky-smooth skin covering her ribs, pulling her tank up until I can switch to her other, now-bare nipple and taste her sweet flesh in my mouth.
