Page 55 of Chasing Lynda

Her touch is gentle but firm and I enjoy the soothing effect of it as I observe the delicate curve of her neck.

“There. You’re all set. Now we need to ice it.” She leans sideways to grab the ice pack but loses her balance. “Fuck!”

I grab her by the hips, steadying her and attempting to help her back into her previous position.

Lynda places the ice pack on my shoulder, shifting slightly until she’s straddling one of my knees.

I’m officially rock hard with her tits so close to my face and since my blood has totally migrated south, I stop worrying about making her feel uncomfortable.

“Is that ok?” she asks and I nod, not even realizing that when I tried to help her steadying herself, I placed my hands on her hips and I never let go.

We sit there for a few minutes, looking at each other. “I’m sorry about what happened tonight,” I say again.

She sighs. “I told you, I don’t blame you for any of it.”

I smile, explaining what I meant. “Yeah, but with all the shit that went down, I never got to ask you to dance. I was dying to dance with you.”

Lynda is beautiful by any means but when she smiles, I swear to God, she’s fucking breathtaking. “Really? I was hoping you would.”

Don’t judge me, but my smile widens as I whisper, “Really?”

She doesn’t need to say it out loud, the answer is more than clear in her eyes.

I don’t even think, I lift my good arm, cradling her jaw in my hand and touch my lips to hers.

I’m relieved when she doesn’t move away but leans into that contact, putting more pressure on my lips. I haven’t been so nervous and excited since forever, because I haven’t felt this kind of attraction to anyone forever.

My tongue darts out to trace the seam of her lips and she allows me in. As I explore her mouth, she leans even closer, so that her soft chest is pressed against me.

As I deepen the kiss, my hand skims over the line of her delicate neck, descending to her collarbone, hesitating over the swell of her tits.

I wait to give her the chance to move away if she doesn’t want this to go any further, but she nips at my bottom lip, shifting so that her thighs are now straddling my hips.

So I do what I’ve wanted to do since I saw her gorgeous tits through that wet t-shirt earlier on; I cup one of her breasts, feeling its weight in my hand.

It’s so soft and perky at the same time that a wave of electric excitement travels down my spine, making the situation in my pants a whole lot harder.

I kiss her with everything I’ve got, lightly massaging her perfect breast, pleased when I feel her nipple harden beneath the fabric of her white mini dress.

She looks so sexy with her tight dress riding up her thighs and that curtain of silky, raven hair cascading down her back that all I can think of is to have her underneath me. To make her scream my name.

I reluctantly leave her lips to drag my mouth down the column of her neck, her skin is even softer than I imagined.

I’m fucking dying to take that nipple into my mouth, I want to kiss and feast on every inch of her body.

“You’re so fucking beautiful, Lynda,” I murmur, lifting my head and looking into her blue eyes.

“I like you too, Dodge,” she says softly and a little breathlessly.

I’m dying to have more but I really want to be sure she’s into it. I seize her lips again, putting all my desire into each stroke of my tongue against hers.

When she grinds her hips against mine, rubbing her heat over my aching cock, I fucking lose it.

She’s still holding the ice pack against my injured shoulder, so I take it from her, abandoning it next to me on the couch.

I stand up, lifting her and carrying her toward my king size bed.

“Dodge!” She squeals. “Your shoulder!”

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