Page 37 of One Steamy Pucking Meet Cute

“365 days too many,” I breathe.

“Last year was a leap year. So it would actually be 366. Although, technically, it hasn’t been exactly a year. It’s more like–”

“When I said I wanted your mouth,” I say, cutting her off with a fingertip on her lower lip. “I wasn’t talking about those sounds you’re making.”

Her hand trails down my back and lifts her eyes to mine. There’s mischief glinting in them. “So you want to sleep with me but don’t want to hear me make a sound? That seems like a fun game.” Her eyes are still puffy and red from crying, but I’m glad to see the physicality is already distracting her from the guilt she feels.

I grin. “I’m pretty certain you’d make several sounds.”

Her breath is coming in heavy, quick gasps.

I can feel my own heart pounding like crazy as I stand, staring down at her as I start to tug at my tie like I can’t get it off fast enough.

“Is that a challenge?” she asks.

“It’s a fact,” I say. I peel off my shirt, pants, and underwear while she watches, biting her lip hard. I grin when I see she hasn’t started to undress. “Were you waiting for help with your clothes?”

Caroline’s eyes fall.

“Shit,” I say, kneeling in front of her. Suddenly, I feel like an ass, even if I don’t know why. “What did I say?”

“It’s just… You haven’t been with me since I had Walker. Maybe I could just keep my top on? Or we could turn out the lights.”

Wait. Is she self-conscious? The thought takes a moment to catch because it seems ridiculous. How could she possibly think there’s something wrong with a body like that?

“You’re perfect, Caroline.” I run my hands down from her cheeks to her shoulders, kissing her forehead. “If you want the lights off or your shirt on, I won’t complain. But I’m also not about to give a shit if you’re a little curvy because you just gave birth to a living human being two months ago.”

She laughs, eyes still down. “Curvy is a generous word for it.”

I bring my mouth to her ear, kissing her everywhere as I take greedy handfuls of her breasts. “Then call me generous because I fucking love your curves.” I push her back on the bed and she scoots up toward the pillows as I position myself above her. She’s only wearing the t-shirt and panties, which I discover as I slide a hand up her bare thigh and find silky fabric.

She breathes hard at my touch, arching her head back.

Is this really happening?

Her body spread out for me.

All her senses, mine to command.

The promise of release so thick I could practically pluck it from the air.

I’ve wanted this so badly.

I kiss her areola, smiling with satisfaction as I watch her nipple immediately harden for me into a firm point. I take it between my lips, teasing her with my tongue.

Caroline rocks her hips upwards, gasping heavily. Almost absently, she plucks off her glasses and sets them on the nightstand with a clatter.

“Loud breathing,” I say, purposefully letting my lips brush against her sensitive nipple as I speak. “Some might call that a noise. Would you?”

Caroline stuffs a corner of the pillow in her mouth, eyes closed as she shakes her head.

I move my palm down her stomach and find the top hem of her panties. I trace it with my thumb, slowly moving from the front of her to her hip bone and back again.

I can almost feel how badly she wants it.

It’s in how she’s rolling herself up and into my touch.

It’s in how her eyes are squeezed shut so tightly that it’s making cute little creases spread across the bridge of her nose.

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