Page 67 of That One Heartbreak

Oh.

“By the way, I like this.” He ran his finger over her silky pajama top. It was camisole style, in black. “And these.” He cupped her behind, his palm against the matching shorts.

“I put them on for our video call.”

His eyes were dark as they caught hers. “I’d be annoyed I missed it, but seeing you in the flesh is so much better.” He kissed her throat.

Her nipples hardened against the silky fabric. All this man had to do was press his mouth against her skin and she felt like she was about to combust.

“Come to bed,” she told him, sliding her hands into his.

“I thought we weren’t doing that.”

“I prefer to make out horizontally.” She smiled because damn, she liked this man. Liked having him around.

Even if they had to be sneaky.

She glanced at his clothes. “Take off your jeans.”

“Kate…”

“I just want you to be comfortable.” And she didn’t want the denim between them. If they were going to be making out – and she really wanted them to – he could at least be half undressed. Like her.

“It’s only fair,” he conceded, glancing at her bare legs. Then he was unfastening the top button of his jeans and sliding them down. She swallowed hard as she took in the hard ridge of him pressing against his black shorts. Next came his t-shirt. He pulled it over his head and threw it to the side, and she couldn’t help but take a long, delightful look at the ridge of muscles that led to the waistband of his shorts.

Taking his hand in hers, she brought him over to her bed, pulling back the covers. Lying down on the mattress, she pulled him on top of her. Needing to feel his weight, his strength.

His thighs pressed against the outside of hers.

Before she could tell him how good he felt, he slid his hand down her side, pushing his fingers up beneath the silky camisole. His lips were soft as he started kissing her. Undemanding. Almost lazy.

It still set her on fire, though. She could feel herself getting slick between her legs.

“Do you know how much I’ve thought about you today?” he asked her. Then he lifted her camisole up, over her head, and moved his mouth down at an aggravatingly slow pace.

Kissing her shoulder, the dip in her throat where it met her chest, then the tops of her needy breasts.

“I thought we were making out with clothes on,” she said, the words fizzling out on her tongue as he captured her breast in his mouth.

It felt different than yesterday. Maybe because yesterday she’d been standing up, her back against a wall. Today they were in bed, horizontal. With his hard body pressed against hers. He was taking his time, his tongue swirling against her nipple, his teeth scraping so softly it made her back arch.

Then he moved to her other breast. Teasing her over again. She tangled her fingers in his soft hair, scraping her nails against his scalp.

“Have I told you how much I like it when you do that?” he asked her, looking up.

“No.”

“I do. I’m going to need you to do that the first time I’m inside you.

The first time. The thought of it made her shiver.

Truth was, she needed him inside hernow. She was so slick and swollen. It felt like he was the only one who could soothe the ache that seemed to engulf her. She wrapped her legs around his waist and rolled her hips against him. Needing the connection, the friction.

Everything.

“Fuck.” He tried to pull his hips away, but she tightened her thighs around him. “Kate, I’m not going to last long if you keep doing that.”

“I know.” She smiled at him. “You made me feel so good yesterday. Let me do that for you.” She slid her hand betweentheir bodies, feeling the thickness of him. He groaned again when she circled her fingers around him.

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