Page 68 of That One Heartbreak

“Where do you want to be?” she whispered. “In my hands, my mouth? Between my legs?” She dragged her fingers up him, then down again, loving the way he looked, almost dazed as their gazes connected.

“Between your legs,” he rasped. “I want you to come with me.”

“Then it will be two one.”

“I’m not counting.” He tipped her face up, his mouth harder against hers now. The gentleness was gone. She could feel the pull of his need as his tongue plundered her mouth.

She hooked her legs around him, lost in his mouth, in his kiss. In the teasingly perfect rhythm of his hips as his body moved against hers.

There were two layers between them. His shorts and hers. And it was too much. She needed more.

She started to tug his shorts down his hips.

“What are you doing?”

“Don’t you want to feel the silk against you?” she asked innocently.

“Christ, you’re killing me here, woman.”

And she was loving it. Loving the way he looked like his sanity was hanging on by a thread as they kissed and moved and ground against each other. Like teenagers, but without the angst. Just the knowledge that they were two adults who really,reallyliked each other.

Could it actually be that easy? She pushed the thought away because he was kissing her breasts again, dragging his tongue against her in a way that made every part of her body clench with pleasure. Her breath was starting to hitch, her heart rate speeding out of control.

He made her feel so good. So wanted. She was getting addicted to him.

He helped her get his shorts off, and she was so aware that he was naked against her. He rocked his hips and groaned.

“Fuck, you feel so good. You’re so wet.” He kissed her again and she smiled against his mouth.

“I know. That’s how you make me. I’ve been thinking about you all day, too.”

That made him groan harder. She slid her hands down his back, feeling the tightness of his ass as he flexed against her.

Then she dug her fingers into his warm flesh.

“Do that again and I’m coming in two seconds,” he told her.

“Is that a threat or a promise?”

He groaned. She wasn’t sure whether it was because he felt so good or because she was teasing him. Maybe both.

It made her heart feel tight.

“Are you close?” he asked her, his voice urgent.

“So close.” And she didn’t want it to end. This warm, delightful pull. The way he knew exactly how to grind himself against her until her body was coiled like the tightest of springs.

“Kiss me,” she whispered. “Kiss me while I come.”

This time he was soft. His warm lips brushed against hers, his movements slowing but somehow getting deeper. She was clenching for him, desperate to feel him inside her.

“Marley?”

“Baby.”

“Please let me feel you.”

“What?” There was that dazed look again.

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