Page 17 of Four on the Floor: A Menage Romance

“I couldn’t sleep either,” she admits. “And I got bored of playing stupid games on my phone, so I came down to get my book from where I left it earlier.”

She looks atThe Hobbit, which I’m still holding in my hands, thumb bookmarking my spot.

“But it just got good,” I protest. “Besides, I couldn’t sleep either.”

Larkin laughs softly, shifting her weight onto her other foot. Her hips sway as she does, the movement mesmerizing.

I could pull her onto the rug with me, capture her mouth with mine. Listen to the noises she’d make as I kiss her neck, tweak a nipple between my fingers.

I’d rip those tiny shorts off. Push up the tank top, spread her wide and taste her until she comes.

“But I’m the one who had the foresight to bring a book,” she points out, still teasing. “If you didn’t think that maybe you’d like to have something to read while you spent three months snowed in, I’m not sure youdeservea book.”

I close the book and look up at her, holding it tightly and showing her cover.

“You know what they say,” I tease.

Her eyebrows raise.

“Possession is nine-tenths of the law. You want it, come and get it.”

For a moment, Larkin doesn’t move — just her eyes. Her eyes roam over my whole body like she’s drinking me in, and I take the chance to do the same to her, yet again. I can feel the same heat that I felt when we first met and she wouldn’t stop staring at me.

Larkin can stare all she wants. She’s the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen. I’ve never wanted someone like I want her, and I’ve seen alotof beautiful women.

“Come on,” she says, and now she’s smiling, holding out one hand. “Just give it back.”

“I already told you, come and get it,” I tell her, waving the book in one hand.

Larkin lunges for it, but even though I’m lying on the ground I evade her easily, rolling onto my back and keeping the book away.

Just for a second, her eyes flick to my massive erection.

“That wasn’t a real try, was it?” I tease, still waving it over my head.

She rolls her eyes, but she’s smiling.

“Give it —” she says, and lunges for the book again. This time she lands on her knees, only about a foot away from me. Her hair is wild, everywhere, and I can practically feel the heat rolling off of her barely-dressed body.

“Dalton,” she says, and grabs my wrist, laughing. “Come on.”

“I’m not even making it hard,” I say, waving the book in my other hand, teasing her. “It’s right here. About two feet away, you still can’t get it?”

Larkin chews on her lip for a split second, watching me, and then she goes for it again.

This time she lands half on my chest and manages to grab my other arm, the one that’s holding her book. She writhes against me, her shorts and tank top both riding up, her soft, supple skin against mine.

I forget the book completely. All I care about now is the fact that Larkin’s against me, her body straining against mine. Every inch of me is screaming with lust, and after a second, she manages to snatch the book away from me, then waves it in my face, rolling off of me.

“There,” she says, triumphant and breathless, still lying on the plush rug.

I smirk, because every inhale is pressing her nipples against her thin shirt, and dear God there are amillionthings I want to do to this girl.

“You get what you wanted?” I ask, leaning on one elbow.

“Thisiswhat I came here for,” she points out, tossing the book onto the couch behind her.

“Yeah, but you got it and you’re still here,” I say. “Besides, you didn’t answer my question.”

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