Page 69 of Unforgettable

A startled moan escaped her, and I quickly deepened the kiss, sliding my tongue into her open mouth. She conceded and tilted her head to the side. She tasted like tequila and fucking happiness.

Behind her, Reed pressed in closer, which in turn pressed her harder against me. A groan I couldn’t contain vibrated through me at the first press of her body against mine.

Her tongue and lips were fervent and confident against my own, but her hands felt hesitant when they clutched the fabric of my shirt at my chest. Then her nails trailed up my neck and dug into my hair, tugging me closer. The heat of her body was like a drug, and the way she slowly gained confidence in her mouth and hands was hypnotic.

My cock was fucking steel, pressing against the zipper of my jeans.

“I think we need to relieve some of this pressure, don’t you think, Josh?” Reed’s voice was dripping with the same desire I felt coursing through me.

On a gasp, Amanda pulled away, and her eyes fluttered close as Reed’s lips trailed a line up her neck. Her own lips were wet and swollen from our kiss, and I took the lower one between my teeth, carefully nipping until she gasped again.

“Yes, we should relieve the pressure. What do you think, babe? Do you want us to—?”

“Yes,” Amanda pleaded against my lips, simultaneously pushing against me and grinding back on Reed.

Another look above Amanda’s head, and we were on the same wavelength, making the woman between us feel incredible.

Reed continued peppering kisses up and down the side of her neck as his hands splayed out on her ribs, teasing the underside of her breasts with his thumbs. My eyes trailed down her body, enjoying the euphoric look on her face and the way her chest heaved with each breath. A light sheen of sweat was already covering her chest, so I leaned down and licked the curve of her breast. Flattening my tongue against her soft skin, she still tasted sweet, but there was a slight tang of saltiness.

I drew back and continued my perusal of her body. Reed cupped one of her breasts in his hand while the other gripped her hip, guiding her back toward him as she searched for some friction and a release of the growing tension I knew was between her gorgeous legs.

“Are you going to let Josh finger you while I play with these perfect tits?” Reed whispered into her ear.

AndGod, the sounds that broke free of her lips were like the most melodic music I’d ever heard.

“I think that was a yes,” Reed said with a smile before he claimed her lips.

Lost in my own desire, I took a moment to run my hands up the outside of her thighs, pushing her dress up higher and higher. Trying to commit to memory everything about the scene in front of me—the way her kiss with Reed grew more frantic the closer my hands got to the apex of her thighs, and the way his hands tugged down the front of her dress, revealing a lacy black bra.

I pushed her dress up until it collected around her hips, exposing a matching black thong. And because teasing her was my favorite pastime, I ran my hand up one of her inner thighs and then did the same to the other.

I smiled at the goose bumps pebbling her pale skin.

“Josh,please,” Amanda broke away from Reed and pleaded with both her words and eyes.

“Tell him what you want,” Reed instructed, playing with a peaked nipple through the lace of her bra.

“Fuck me with your fingers.” Her voice was strong, and I tried to suppress my smile.

“Say please.” Reed tweaked her nipple harder, and she pushed her chest into his hand.

“Pleasefuck me with your fingers, Josh.”

Well, fuck, who was I to say no to the woman? And hearing my name roll off her lips was like the sweetest prayer.

I pushed her panties to the side, and she leveled me with a confident, challenging stare through heavy-lidded eyes.

Never one to back down from a challenge, I stepped closer to her and ran my middle finger down her center. She eagerly spread her legs wider, her breath catching as I gathered her wetness and pressed against her swollen clit.

Starting with slow circles, I played her up higher, watching as her legs nearly gave out beneath her and Reed banded an arm around her stomach. He held her up as I continued to torture her with the lightest touch.

“What is he doing, baby? Playing with your clit and teasing you? Is he getting you ready to fuck his fingers?” Reed bit her earlobe, and she went even more limp in his arms.

“Yes,” was all she could manage between struggling breaths. I was struggling to breathe, too. Watching her give herself over to us for the first time in what felt like forever was nearly enough to undo me.

“Are you ready for his fingers?”

She nodded eagerly, and although I wanted to extend our time together as much as I could, I also needed to feel her around my fingers just as much as she needed them inside of her.

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