Page 99 of His Curvy Distraction

I shook my head. “I don’t have to.”

“Okay.” He followed me into his bedroom, where I’d left my bag earlier.

I grabbed my bag and pulled out the outfit I packed for the night. I was feeling spontaneous and sexy, and even though I was exhausted, those earlier feelings were coming back as I changed from my jeans and pretty top into my loose-fitting tank and barely-there shorts. There was nothing overly seductive about my outfit, but both were edged with lace and nearly see-through.

When I caught the look on Omar’s face, I could tell the outfit did not miss the mark.

“You’re going to kill me.” His tone was gravelly and overflowing with desire. The erection he was sporting only added to the impact.

“That was never my intention.”

“What was your intention?”

“Celebrating the night, whether it was a success or not.”

“It was a hell of a success. And that’s a hell of an outfit.”

“Do you like it?” I spun so he could see the extra low droop in the back and the way my cheeks were almost exposed.

“Fuck me, Natalie.” He crossed the room in three quick steps, not pausing before he captured my lips. His hands went to the low back, scorching my bare skin with his need.

I kissed him back with the same urgency. He’d stripped out of his pants and button-down shirt and was in his boxer briefs only. His skin was warm and smooth and inviting for my fingers.

He cupped my ass with both hands, finding the lace and flesh and groaning when he got his hands on me. He guided us to the bed, pausing to get one more look at me before he nudged me to climb onto his bed.

I crawled to the top and laid down, drawing him on top of me. He positioned himself between my thighs and kissed me again, his hands exploring my body as mine did his.

He thrust against me, revving me up before either of us was out of clothes. He lifted my shirt between us, getting his hands on my exposed stomach before breaking our kiss and dragging his lips down my throat, across my collarbones and over my top to suck hard on my nipples.

He left wet spots behind from his mouth and kissed my stomach, nudging my shirt up until he could access my breasts without a barrier. He nibbled and teased my nipples while I panted and writhed, wanting more and wanting him to never stop.

“I love you,” he whispered against my breastbone.

“I love you.”

He shoved at my shirt, and I leaned up to remove it. He devoured my fully exposed top half, his lips everywhere at once and driving me wild. When he dipped a finger beneath my panties, I went even more crazy.

“Omar,” I moaned.

“You are so beautiful,” he replied. “I love watching you.”

I pried my eyes open and found him. He was kneeling between my legs, one hand invisible as he played under my shorts. The other hand cupped my breast, teasing my nipple and playing with me.

“I need you.”

“I’m not going anywhere.” He pressed his fingers into me, and my hips rose in response. “I want to watch you. Then I want to taste you. Then I want to feel you.”

I whimpered at his words, desperate for all of it. His thumb rubbed over my clit, then pressed down as his fingers curled deep inside me. I went flying without notice, my body popping like a balloon as I came instantly.

The next moment, my shorts and panties were gone, and his face was buried between my legs. He sucked at my clit and pumped his fingers deep into me, taking me from one peak to an even higher one. He refused to let me fall, holding me on that edge until I tried to nudge him out of the way to finish the job myself.

He growled at my hand and grabbed it with his free one, wrapping his fingers through mine and ruthlessly pounding into me with his other hand.

I flushed hot, then came with a shout, my hips bucking against his face as he fought to hold on and take everything I had inside me.

“Fuck, I love you,” he said as he licked back up my body, leaving wet trails all over my stomach. His fingers stayed inside, teasing me and keeping me reaching for more.

“Please, Omar,” I begged him.

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