Page 87 of The Last Good Man

I say something, and he pulls back.

We’ve been doing this little dance for a while and haven’t even noticed.

“I couldn’t agree more,” he says, lifting the tray and placing it on the nightstandas well.

“Do you mind if I remove my top? It’s too warm for me,” he says.

“No, not at all.”

I pull back a little while he grips the back of his top and slides it off.Muscles adorned with ink move beneath his skin, and Istudy him with fascination.

The moment of contemplation is cut short when he wraps his arm around me, reaches back to the food tray, brings another strawberry to my mouth, and pushes it against my lips.

“We won’t have sex. I promise,” he says, his words having the exact opposite effect on me, making me want him even more.

A part of me still warns me I’m doing this the wrong way. No matter how fascinating he is, this could come back and bite me in the butt.

So, I’m dwelling.

I’m also getting reacquainted with his arms, and this time, his chest is bare against mine, and I’m naked against his frame.

I press my hand against his chest and run my fingers down his abs.

I’m sure he’s done this before.Talked toa girl into removing her clothes. Toldher all the right things.

He’s too smooth and confident, and his strategy workstoo damn well.

But I don’t care.

“Let me show you what you did to me,” he says, carefully pushing the strawberry between my lips.

My mouth is full whenhe presses his lips against mine. A shudder goes through me as melted chocolate,and strawberry juice drip from my mouth.

I can’t focus on chewingwhile his lips are on mine, so when he slides his tongue into my mouth, I lose it a little and just go for it.

We make a mess. Bits of strawberry, and drops of chocolate, and thenhismusky smell making me horny.

He presses me into him, runs his hand down my back and over my rear, and instinctively, I know what to do, how to position myself so that he has access to me.

My leg is hitched high on his thigh while he drags his hand down.

“That’s fucking right…” he rumbles against my lips, smelling like dark chocolate and strawberries.

Pressing his middle and ring fingers together, he starts moving them in and out of my center in a hypnotizing rhythm.

The other hand wraps around my neck, supporting my head, controlling my mouth, and bringing me closer to him.

He enjoys the slight flutter of my lashes and the trembling of my lips.

“You truly like this, don’t you?” he asks quietly, relishing the effect he has on me.

“Yes.”

I enjoy how he touches me and how we take it step by step.

Pressing his thumb against my neck, he lowers his mouth and licks bits of chocolate and strawberries off my skin, leaving kisses all the way.

My resolve dissolves as I choose to trust him and follow his lead.

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