Before she even realizes what’s happening, we’re lying back on the couch, me covering her body with my own, as I tickle her. “Oh my God, Cade!” she barks out through her fit of laughter. “Stop!”
“Sorry, can’t. You have to learn not to tease me,” I insist, moving my fingers in her side and making her squirm.
Maybe I didn’t think this through.
She’s thrashing and laughing, trying to get away from me. The problem is I’m lying on top of her, and unless I get up, she’s not going anywhere.
“Uncle!” she hollers, making me pause my fingers.
“You’ve had enough?”
“I have,” she declares, panting as she tries to catch her breath.
“And you won’t tease me anymore with your fork and the cheesecake?”
She grins devilishly at me. “Not with the fork and cheesecake.”
My dick jumps in my pants, and I’m certain she can feel it, considering our positions. I narrow my eyes and stare at her, catching her wording. “But you’re not opposed to teasing with other means, I take it.”
Her smile is pure innocence, and I don’t buy it for a second. “I would never.”
“Mmhmm,” I mumble, moving my hand so it’s resting on her side. “I hope you’ve learned your lesson.”
She bats her eyelashes innocently. “I have.”
“Good.”
Neither one of us moves. Our eyes stay locked, and I commit the feel of her against me to memory. I’ll use it later when I’m alone and home and jacking off, because being this close, our bodies pressed together, is definitely sticking with me for a while.
Probably for the rest of my life.
“Cade?”
“Yes?”
She opens her mouth but doesn’t say a word. Instead, she lifts her head and presses her lips to mine. Her hands wrap around my neck, pulling me down to cover her completely. I go willingly, taking over the kiss.
My tongue slides against hers as she shimmies her legs out from under me and wraps them around my waist. My hips automatically move, even though I don’t mean for it to happen. A whimper slips from her mouth as she rocks her own hips.
“Fuck,” I grumble, trying to deepen the kiss, catch my breath, and not blow my load all at the exact same time.
“Maybe, if you play your cards right,” she quips, nipping at my bottom lip.
My head starts to swim as the lust reaches into my pants and strokes my balls.
No, wait.
That’s Oaklee.
Her hand is somehow between our bodies and she’s cupping my balls through my jeans. Swallowing over the sudden intense dryness in my throat, I ask, “What are you doing?”
She chuckles. “If I have to explain it to you, I’m not sure I’m with the right guy.”
An easy growl slips from my lips as I roll us to our sides, careful I don’t fall off the couch in the process. “You’re with the right guy, beautiful. I promise.”
She holds my gaze, her fingers applying the perfect amount of pressure as she rubs. “Is this okay?”
“More than,” I assure her, my teeth a little gritted. My left hand slides along her hip to her ass, lifting her leg and placing it over my hip. “You know, if you’re touching me, maybe I should touch you. Turnabout is fair play, Miss Daniels.”
