Page 42 of Foreplay on Words

He wrapped his arms around me from behind and kissed my neck. “Are you having second thoughts already?”

The nervous edge to his voice stirred me out of my potentially destructive thoughts. “I want to be with you. I think you’re right. It’ll help us get into the rhythm of it if we’re not limited on time.” He was right. Inspiration didn’t always hit during normal hours. Sometimes I woke up in the middle of the night, and pages poured out of me.

“There’s another rhythm we can get into...” He teased as his hips pressed into my back and commenced a slow grind against my ass.

“You’re naughty.” I was enjoying this new side of him.

“You make me this way.” He slowly pushed my hair off my neck and laid hot kisses along the back of my jaw. His hands roamed my front as one slid down my stomach and into the waistband of my pants while the other cupped my breast. “I don’t know what I’m doing, but I also don’t want to stop.”

Same, dude. Same.

His fingers’ slow but firm motions caused my breath to quicken—heat pulsing through my veins.

“I thought you were in a rush to start writing,” I moaned as I leaned back into his chest.

“The only rush I’m in is to get you out of these clothes.” The low, urgent tone of his voice turned me on even more. “And to coax another orgasm out of you. The sound of you begging does something to me.”

“By all means, don’t let me stop you,” I panted.

He walked me toward the couch, backed up slightly, and started to pull the fabric of my pants down my legs. Kneeling behind me, he kissed the backs of my thighs as he helped me pull off my shoes and step out of my pants. The socks and panties were eased off, too, before he pressed on my back and bent me over the back edge of the couch.

Evan’s strong hand traced down my heated skin and stopped, squeezing briefly. Something about how he was taking charge brought the pages I’d read earlier to mind.

A firm hand cracked down on my ass while I was spaced out, and I jumped as I moaned. “Oh, fuck.”

Evan’s surprised expression when I looked back almost made me laugh, but as the pleasure mixed with pain started to flow through me, I was more than down to try this.

“Again...” I moaned as he rubbed the tender skin. His large hand smacked the other side, and I grunted as my pussy clenched. I needed him inside me.

Where had this come from? He didn’t seem like the type to enjoy rough sex, but I was not complaining. His actions reminded me vaguely of one of the scenes in his book, where the detective and Kallie finally gave in to their desire for each other.

“God, you look so hot...” he groaned, and I turned to look at him again. He lifted one hand and traced the place he’d struck that still stung a little bit, tickling the skin where he’d spanked me. “I don’t know where that came from, but fuck, this is––”

“Hot as fuck,” I chuckled, and his wary eyes met mine, something solidifying in his gaze when he realized I liked it. “Keep going. Maybe this is what you need. Use me to figure out what’s missing from those scenes. You need to experience it.”

“But…”

“Evan, I don’t know what your middle name is, Stineman, a half naked woman bent over your couch, is asking you to use her for inspiration to finish your novel. If you don’t get inside me in the next––”

His hand cracked down again on my other side, and a strangled moan worked its way up my throat as I clenched my eyes shut momentarily, letting the pain flow through me. Rustling from behind me caught my attention, and I turned my face to watch him unbutton his pants and shove them to the floor along with his briefs. My mouth watered as I took in his bare form. He was staring at my ass with an intensity that made me wet.

“Take your time...” I teased as I wiggled my ass at him and licked my lips.

“Should we really…?” he shook his head, eyes transfixed. “Shouldn’t this be more romantic?”

“Evan, we have time for you to whisper sweet nothings into my ear later. I’m safe and protected, are you?”

“Am I…?” His eyebrows were pinched as his eyes flitted between my legs and to where I was looking back at him. “Safe for what…?”

Taking pity on the fact that he was distracted by my nudity and deciding to steer this train back onto the track, I pinned him down with a look. “If you want to fuck me without a condom, it’s safe. But if you don’t want to, that’s okay, but you’ll need to find one right now.”

His eyes widened almost comically as he swallowed, his Adam’s apple bobbing with the movement. “I’m safe too. Are you sure?”

“Then don’t stop. You don’t need to be gentle with me. I want this. I want you. And while I appreciate that you’re a sweet guy, I need you to fuck me now.”

“Fuck it,” he growled as he gave up unbuttoning his shirt and grabbed me by the hips.

“That’s the idea.” I moaned as he rubbed the head of his cock through my opening.

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