But then he set me down and pressed his impressive cock against the seam of my jeans and I forgot all about should-haves.
His big hands roamed over me, growling when he realized I was braless under the worn T-shirt. “These perfect breasts are going to haunt me daily. How am I supposed to ever concentrate on anything else?” He tunneled under the cotton and palmed me, the callouses of his fingers making delicious abrasions on my skin.
I gave a throaty laugh. “You are entirely obsessed.”
“I am. Proudly.” He ducked his head under the shirt and I shrieked with surprise then moaned when his mouth found me.
His fingers dug into my hip as he tilted me forward.
The friction of denim on denim plus his warm mouth ratcheted me up into that filmy space where the orgasm gods were. He should have a warning label on him.
“Ripley.”
His voice was muffled under the cotton until he pushed the shirt right over my head.
“We are right in front of the window.”
“Fuck.” He backed up and set my legs down. “Stay there.”
I laughed, shirtless in the middle of my shop and couldn’t care less if anyone saw us.
He rushed over to the big window and snapped the blinds shut before returning to me. He shook his head. “Yep, still glorious.”
“You’re ridiculous.”
“I’m good with it.” He dipped his head to kiss me but bypassed my lips to latch onto my tight nipple.
I couldn’t remember laughing so much during foreplay in my life.
We fumbled for the zippers on each other’s jeans and finally, I got my fingers around him. Hell, I almost needed a minute for that alone.
Proportional indeed.
Hot, hard and thick he filled my hand. I stroked him and he groaned.
“Harder.”
“Like this? Be careful what you ask for, Rip. I have strong hands.”
He growled. “Yeah, you can’t hurt me. See how hard I am for you?” He growled against my ear. “I want inside you so fucking bad.”
“Yes.”
“You should be on a bed where I can stretch you out and do this properly.”
“Next time.”
He leaned back. “Next time. I like the sound of that.” He groaned as I gripped the base of his cock.
“I like the idea of the first time being here. In my place,” I whispered.
He straightened. “Hold onto me.”
I wrapped my free arm around his shoulders as he lifted me, shoving down my jeans. We only managed to get one pant leg off before I vined around him.
Impatiently stroking the hot, thick head of him over my slick center.
Sense prevailed at the last moment and he swore, digging in his wallet.
