“I’m going to make you come just like this.” He licks my top lip. “Fully clothed.” He sucks the delicate flesh. “Without even touching you.”
Another soft moan tumbles from my lips. Heat rushes through me, sparking in my veins, an inferno rising.
“Eyes on mine, kitten.” He keeps rolling his hips, the pressure steady and even. “Let me see what I do to you.”
I move with him, our bodies a wave of need and pleasure.
“That’s it, Tally, let go for me.” He strokes my cheek. “Show me how pretty you are when you come.”
His touch is tender, the demand undeniable. And I shatter, crying out his name, body shaking as sensation ripples through me. It’s the most perfect first, and I love that it’s here, in my bed.
“You’ll only ever make that sound for me,” he murmurs, eyes dark with satisfaction.
Because he did this. He made me come fully clothed.
“Onlyyou,” I agree.
He slides one palm under me, curving around my ass, tipping my hips up as he grinds against me. And I keep coming, endless waves of euphoria nearly overwhelming me, but I’m desperate for it not to end. I want this intensely intimate connection with him, where I feel safe to show him my most unguarded and vulnerable side.
“Fuck, Talls.” His hips jerk, and his jaw tightens.
Pleasure rolls through me again, like it’s not just mine, but his too, and I cup his face in my palms, echoing his words, “Show me what I do to you.”
He groans and shudders, and I drown in his maple eyes.
Did he come?I think he just came. I’m shaken. I’m floating. I want to lie in his arms for hours and never leave.
He kisses me, unhurried and sweetly for long minutes before he finally pulls back. “Hey.”
“Hi.”
A lopsided grin tugs at his kiss-swollen lips. “I feel better. Do you?”
I laugh, the movement sending another jolt of pleasure through me, turning it into a moan.
“I’ll take that as a yes.” He kisses the end of my nose. It seems to be his thing. “I’m going to use your bathroom for a minute.”
“Okay.” I don’t think I could move if I tried.
“We’ll snuggle when I come back.” He rolls gracefully off me and grabs his bag on the way to the bathroom.
Fee and I both have our own, thankfully.
He pulls the door closed behind him and the water turns on—but it’s the shower, not the sink. I bite my lip, grin widening. I made Flip Madden come in his pants. While he cleans up, I change into fresh panties and clean leggings.
A few minutes later, he opens the bathroom door.
The smile slides off my face. He’s standing in the doorway wearing black boxers, a pair of loose-fitting shorts, andnothing else. His bare chest and thick legs are gloriously on display.
“What the hell, Flip?”
“What the hell what?” He runs his hand through his damp hair.
“Why not this fifteen minutes ago?” I point to his mostly naked form. “Do you hate me?”
“Of course not.” He frowns. “I can put on more clothes if this is a problem.”
“Do not put on more clothes.”
