Page 20 of Hooked on a Feeling

His mouth was hot against hers, and she probed it with her tongue, opening his lips and reveling in the trembles his kiss cast across her body. He let out a low groan and let go of her wrists. He planted his hands on her hips, tugging her forward into his hard body. He was hard. Everywhere. And it felt so good.

A loud thud sounded, making her jump from his embrace. She searched frantically around the room for the source and saw that a framed portrait of her and Summer had fallen from the bookshelf.

John let out a slow chuckle. “Guess that’s your grandfather’s way of telling me to keep my hands off his granddaughter.”

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John didn’t want to keep his hands off Starr. In fact, if he was entirely honest with himself, the idea of touching her was a nice distraction from his life. And by life, he meant work. She was gorgeous and so painstakingly sexy in that tie-dye tank top that John could think of nothing else but what her skin beneath said tank top would feel like.

“Hmm. I guess it was.” Starr retrieved the photo from the floor and leaned it against the bookshelf like it had been positioned before.

“Perfect timing.” His cock throbbed despite the picture falling, and even though she said she was only inviting him in for a drink, he couldn’t help but wish that things might change now that he was here. Now that she’d kissed him.

She stood in front of him, one hand resting on his chest as her gaze held his. God, he wanted to kiss her. He wanted a hell of a lot more than to just kiss. She released her breath in a long sigh and let her hand fall away. “If only I weren’t going back to Denver so soon. Long-distance relationships are so not my thing.”

His heart sank at the reminder. How could someone so amazing come into his life for a couple days, weeks, and then be gone forever? He put his hands against her hips. “They aren’t mine either.”

And that was all he had to say about it. He pressed his mouth to hers and lifted her into his arms so her legs were wrapped around his body. He carried her out of the office and down the hallway. Not willing to guess, he spoke against her mouth. “Where is your room?”

“Second door on the right,” she whimpered.

He hoped like fuck he still had that condom in his wallet. He distinctly recalled seeing it in there a few weeks ago and thinking it was taking up unnecessary space. He better not have taken it out. He sat her on the edge of her bed. He had to taste her. If he didn’t have a condom, he could still have that much. He wanted his tongue between her legs.

Her face was flushed as he pulled her tank top off her head. She kicked her sandals off, and John got her out of her shorts and panties. He dropped to his knees in front of her, pressing kisses on the inside of her thighs. “You know I’ve been imagining doing this since the day I tripped into the water?”

Starr let out a giggle. “I’ve imagined you doing it since I watched you suck your iced coffee down that day. I was so jealous of that straw. I kept thinking to myself what a lucky straw that was.”

He pressed his tongue against her clit, not wanting her to be jealous of that straw any longer. She was everything he imagined she would be. Sweet. Hot. Tempting. He slid two fingers into her while he worked his tongue against her sweet spot, making her writhe her hips against the bed. He loved the way she moaned and whispered while he did his job.

“Oh, John. Yes. Right there. Don’t stop.”

She clenched around his fingers, clutching his hair tight in her fist while she came all over his tongue. Just the way he wanted.

He stood and took his wallet out of his back pocket, hoping like hell the condom was still there.

“Condom?” she asked breathlessly. John took in the sight of her, propped up on her elbows, her legs dangling from the bed, naked as hell.

“I hope.” He rifled through his wallet and came up empty. “No condom.” He stroked his erection, annoyance bearing down on his chest. Why couldn’t he have been prepared for this? Why hadn’t he thought ahead this morning? Why hadn’t he listened to Judge when Judge was always telling him to be prepared for things like this?

Starr smiled and scooted off the bed, grabbing ahold of him with both of her hands. “I’m creative. There are other things we can do that don’t require a condom.”

He flexed his hips forward into her grip. He enjoyed seeing this naughty side of her come out. Her eyes sparkled with mischief, and he would be a fool not to let her do whatever she had in mind. “Oh yeah? Like what?”

I hope you’re thinking about blow jobs like I am.

She continued stroking him in slow movements. She watched his dick like it was the best thing she’d ever seen, and John couldn’t keep the grin off his face.

“I want my mouth on it.” She sucked in her top lip, and John’s knees almost buckled.

He gave her a single nod, unable to speak. How perfect was this woman? It had been so long since a woman had done this to him. Too long. When she licked the tip of him, he couldn’t help the groan that came out of his throat. She continued teasing him like that, stroking him and licking his tip, not quite taking him all the way in. His penance for not having a condom on hand.

She glanced up at him and grinned.

“If you don’t put it in, I’m going to,” he threatened.

She rubbed his head against her lips before she took him into her mouth. He sank in deep, his toes curling at the blissful sensation of her around his cock. He’d fucked up by not having a condom, and he didn’t deserve this, but damn, did it feel good. Watching her give him this gift was so epic, his heart swelled in his chest. She worked him over, and soon enough he was pulling out of her mouth so he could come.

She didn’t stop her hand movements, and John gripped her shoulder to hold himself up. “Oh damn.” His throat was tight, dry. His eyes closed of their own accord, and Starr made sure she squeezed out every last drop from him.

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