Letting me guide her thighs onto either side of my hips until she’s straddling my lap…
“Do we really think this is a good idea?” she asks, bracing her hands on my shoulders. Her pale green eyes lock on mine, her pupils dilated in the low light.
She looks as hungry as I feel…
“I do.” I slide a hand up her back, relishing the warmth of her skin through the thin fabric. “I don’t know about you, but I’m not the best actor. Especially not when I’m this…distracted.”
“Distracted?” Her lips quirk. “Is that what we’re calling it?”
“I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you,” I confess, threading my fingers into her hair. “Not since June. And I think you feel it, too, Strawberry…”
“So what?” she murmurs, her breath rushing out as I tighten my fist in the silky strands. She’s close enough that I can feel it warm on my lips, smell the champagne and floral scent of her. “We wreck each other one more time? Just to get it out of our systems?”
“One more time might do it.” Using my grip in her hair to my advantage, I angle her face closer to mine. “I just know there’s no way I’ll be able to concentrate on being the kind of sweet, romantic, devoted fake boyfriend I want to be when…” I brushmy nose lightly against hers. “When all I can think about is being inside of you.”
She lets out a moan that goes straight to my suffering dick before whispering in a rush, “Okay, fine, but just this once. Now kiss me. Hard.”
I don’t make her ask again.
I drag her in, crushing my lips to hers. Her tongue strokes against mine—slow at first, then deeper, bolder—turning the kiss molten. She presses into me, full-body contact, her breasts flattening against my chest as she surges closer.
“I love the way you move,” I growl in between kisses.
“Yes,” she agrees. Her hands slide from my shoulders into my hair, gripping tight as I curl my free hand around her hip and squeeze.
She rocks against me, grinding down on my lap. I groan into her mouth becausedamn, she feels good. Better than good. Perfect. Like sweet truth and a delicious lie all wrapped up in one sexy package.
“Too many clothes,” she breathes against my lips. “You’re wearing way too many fucking clothes.”
“You’re so right.” I kiss along her jaw, down her throat, tasting salt and perfume and the rapid flutter of her pulse as she tugs at my shirt. “Here, let me help.” I pull away from her lips just long enough to rip my T-shirt over my head.
I barely have time to toss it to the cushion beside me before her hands are on my chest, her nails scraping over my skin.
Andyes. Hell, yes.
Thisis all I want, this woman clawing at me like she can’t get enough, and the knowledge that I’m free to return the favor.
I drag her dress straps down her arms. She’s not wearing a bra, and the sight of her naked from the waist up, backlit by string lights and panting for me, is enough to make my cock start to leak.
I bend, sucking a nipple into my mouth, pulling gently before teasing her with my teeth. She arches into me with a gasp that sounds like my name as her fingers tighten in my hair, holding me in place. I give her other breast the same devoted attention while my hand glides up her thigh, under her dress, finding the lace edge of her panties.
“Yes,” she says. “Inside me. Now. Just pull them to the side.”
Always eager to do as my lady wishes, I hook my fingers in the elastic, and fuck…
Fuck, she’s wet, so slick and drenched for me that the last of the blood in my body surges between my legs as I tease my fingers up and down.
I stroke her slow, deep, remembering how she likes it. Needs it. Just a few seconds later, the last vestiges of controlled, composed Charlotte vanish, replaced by a woman shamelessly rocking into my fingers, making sounds that are going to haunt my dreams in the best way.
“Inside,” she demands, breathless and needy. “Now, Nix. God, now.”
“Bossy,” I tease, but I’m already working my belt open, already lifting her so I can shove my jeans and boxers down enough to free my cock.
The second my throbbing length is bare, she reaches between us, wrapping her hand around me. I nearly blackout from the sensation. She strokes me hard once, twice, before positioning me exactly where we both need me to be.
We established in June that we’re STD-free and she can’t get pregnant so there’s no need to worry.
Or to hesitate…
