Is it?
It can’t.
We cannot do this.
And yet I find myself squeezing her ass cheeks hard, making her move over my aching cock as we kiss like there’s no tomorrow. The overwhelming need to touch her everywhere is what has me tugging at her sleep shirt. She lifts her hands up in the air, allowing me to remove it completely. I grip her shoulders and push her back so I can look at her tits.
Holy fuck.
They’re so damn small. Just a little mound for each breast with peaked, dark pink matching nipples. All I’ve ever known are big breasts or Leah’s fake ones.
“What?” she asks, breathless. “What’s wrong?”
I tentatively run my thumbs over her pert breasts, teasing her nipples. “Nothing. I’ve never seen something so beautiful is all.”
Then, because I need to taste them, I slide my hands to her narrow waist and lift her so that her nipple is near my mouth. She hisses the second my tongue flicks out and licks her sensitive nub.
“These are perfect,” I rumble. “So fucking perfect.”
Her fingers thread into my hair and she tugs as I suck her entire breast into my mouth. A hunger burns deep in my gut—to devour every part of her. My mouth waters as I wonder what she tastes like between her thighs.
This is bad.
Like fuck it is.
It’s the best thing I’ve ever done in all my life.
My mind argues but my body and heart are distracted by this sweet thing. I run my tongue between her breasts up to her neck and then suck on the skin there too. She moans, her entire body trembling, as I mark her pretty neck.
I’m going to fuck her, aren’t I?
The realization that I’ve already deluded myself into thinking this is a good idea should make me pause. However, I do the exact opposite, and I slam my foot on the gas, eager to take her to another destination. Perhaps my bed?
She grinds her pussy over my cock in such a needy way I’m already aching to come. I’ll feel like an idiot if I come in my boxers. I’d rather come inside of her.
Now that thought has me moaning.
I bet she’s so fucking wet.
“Owen,” she whines. “I need…”
“I know, angel, me too.”
More, more, more.
I grunt when she tugs at the waistband of my boxers, eager to let her have what she wants.
And then I hear it.
The sound of the big garage door opening.
It’s like we’ve been doused with ice water.
Mei scrambles off me, nearly tumbling backward into the fire. I snag her arm, steadying her. Her eyes are wide and wild.
“I’ll handle it. Go to bed,” I murmur, stealing a quick kiss on her swollen lips. “Goodnight.”
She flashes me a quick smile, snags her sleep shirt off the floor, and disappears right as the door to the house from the garage opens. I’m expecting to see Jin, but instead, my oldest son stumbles in.
