Page 43 of Somebody To Love

“Bedroom.”

The cloud of lust had permeated her brain so much she couldn’t understand the mumbled word against her lips. “What?”

“Let’s take this to the bedroom.

Never one to argue with a good plan, she nodded and headed in that direction, but soon found her feet swept from under her as BJ scooped her into his arms and ran to her bedroom, her shoes falling off in the rush down the hall.

A laugh escaped her. “In a hurry?”

“Honey, I need you in the next ten minutes or I’m going to embarrass myself.”

She highly doubted that. Kissing BJ was near orgasmic. She could only imagine that she’d be going off like a rocket within two minutes of actual intercourse.

Once in her bedroom, BJ placed her gently on the bed, in contrast to his earlier statement. He followed her down when she held up a hand in protest.

“Wait! This feels a little one-sided.” She motioned to their states of dress.

“Let’s fix that then, shall we?”

Delicious lips she never imagined craving this badly, curled in a wicked grin before he stood, quickly ridding himself of the tux jacket and shirt he wore. Thankfully, he’d already gotten rid of the tie and cummerbund at the reception. Next, those firm hands—deadly to a woman’s self-control—moved to his pants. Slipping open the button and slowly, ever so slowly, tugging down the zipper. When he stepped out of them, she praised all that was holy that her best friend preferred to go commando.

“System overload.”

He chuckled, “Did you just make a computer joke about the size of my cock?”

“Maybe.” She licked her lips, body humming with anticipation. “I can’t help it if my brain thinks in STEM.”

“Such a sexy brain,” he whispered, crawling onto the bed like a panther stalking its prey. “In such a sexy woman.”

She meant to ask him if he really thought she was sexy, but his mouth latched onto her breast through her lace bra, and all thought flew from her mind. He sucked and laved her tight nipple, hands reaching around her back to unlatch the hook. She leaned forward to assist him in removing the super push-up wonder bra, lamenting the fact of her deception for only a moment. BJ didn’t seem to care about the actual size of her breasts as he threw the garment across the room and worshipped them with his mouth and hands.

“BJ! Please!”

She didn’t know if she was begging him to stop or continue, but he seemed to understand because his hands started a downward trail past her stomach to her hips and into her panties. A keening cry left her lips as he touched the most intimate part of her.

“Like that?”

She couldn’t answer. She couldn’t breathe. All she could do was nod and move her body closer to his, seeking what she desperately needed. Her hands reached out, grasping a part of her best friend she’d never touched before. A very hard, yet smooth part. She stroked up and down, eliciting a deep groan from him as his finger wreaked havoc on her body.

“Bravo?”

“Yeah?”

“I need you. Now!”

He grunted an agreement, tearing her panties from her hips with a soft apology. “I’ll buy you more.”

She didn’t care about the underwear. All she cared about was getting him inside her in the next five seconds.

He rose above her, positing the head of his cock at the entrance of her body before she placed two hands on his chest, stopping him.

“What?”

“Do you have—” she stopped abruptly, laughter bubbling up inside her.

“What? What is it?”

She bit her lip. “I almost stopped you to ask if you had protection, but that would kind of defeat the purpose of all this, wouldn’t it?”

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