Page 104 of The Thought of You

And I’m glad I did. Otherwise, I wouldn’t be rewarded with this wistful expression she gives me now.

“Then there were two,” I say and inch toward her until we’re toe to toe.

She lifts her eyes up to my hair. “No hat tonight.”

“I can put one on, if that’ll make you kiss me faster.”

“I’d rather just kiss you.” She flings her arms around my neck, tugs me down, and fuses her mouth to mine.

My hands skate to her backside and cup her ass, my grip firm and desperate.

We’re not fucking close enough.

She tangles her fingers in my hair as I walk us backward, stumbling around my house like I’ve never been here before.

I’m dizzy and crazed—damn insane for this girl.

We somehow find our way back into the dining room, and I swipe the table, vacating a spot from silverware and a couple of glasses. The next to go is the bowl of salad, and lettuce flies off the surface like confetti. They all tumble onto the carpet in a chaotic mess.

“What are?—”

I cut Addie off with a hoist of her hips up and onto the table. “It’s my job to clear the table, isn’t it?” I wiggle my eyebrows, then steal another kiss.

“This is hardly clearing it,” she murmurs against my lips. “But I’ll help.”

She reaches back and grabs the can of whipped cream from when Whitney went back for her second slice of pumpkin pie. Addie squeezes a swirl onto the tip of her finger and brings it to her mouth, but at the last second, she’s smears it onto my own lips.

“You’re the best helper,” I joke as my nerves run haywire.

She hums and sinks into me, lapping up the whipped cream from my face, and I about lose my damn head as the sweet and sexy taste of it all turns my brain cells to mush.

I lick my way south, sliding her loose shirt into a V on her chest until I bury my head between her breasts. I only pause there for a beat before I kneel in front of her and unzip each boot, which I chuck to the side.

As I stand back into my previous position between her legs, she yanks her shirt over her head, revealing a black mesh bra lined with lace in the shape of flowers. The way the cups press her tits together makes my mouth water. On top of that, the material is transparent, and it gives me the perfect view of each beaded nipple.

This bra is enough for any mortal to go into cardiac arrest. How am I supposed to stand a fucking chance?

“You’re trying to kill me. You’re torturing me for being such an ass for the last ten years, aren’t you?” I manage over the erratic beating of my heart.

She tucks her bottom lip under her teeth and slowly shakes her head. “I’ve already forgiven you, but if you want to earn bonus points, I can think of a few ways…”

I growl into her neck, then skim the tip of my nose up the column of her throat and cover her mouth with mine. I shove her skirt up to her waist and slide my fingers along the fabric of her panties.

I curl the barely existent material in my fist and jerk down.

Addie gasps into my mouth, and my dick jerks against the denim of my jeans.

With a lift of her hips, I rid her of the panties, and I rest on my knees again to free them over her ankles.

Instead of standing up again, I position each of her knees over my shoulders and rise up until I’m eye level with her sweet, wet flesh.

Here’s to the second round of dessert—I’ve always been a glutton for something sweet.

My mouth waters as I find the birthmark on the inside of her thigh and kiss her there first.

Then I swipe my tongue up the seam of her, and her hands slam to the table with a thud as she leans back.

Clinging to her thighs, I work her into a frenzy in the way I already know drives her wild. With every lick and nip, I strive to outdo myself from the last time. What new noises can she make?

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