Page 106 of See You at the Finish Line

She stares at me before a wicked smile transforms her face. I cannot breathe as I wait for her next words. “How much fun will it be to sneak around then?”

I snap, crossing the floor in as few strides as possible and scoop her into my arms, stealing the words that were about to come out of her beautiful mouth.

I don’t break the kiss as I take her upstairs. She only stares at me in protest when I throw her on the bed. I don’t let her get any complaints out because I’m beside her in an instant, pulling her back to me.

My movements are as sure as they are hurried. I need her. Her mouth feels like heaven against mine as she tangles herself around me. I push my thigh between her legs, making contact with her core.

She gasps at the connection and I greedily swallow the sound. I drag my hand under her shirt and groan, feeling her soft skin on my fingers. She feels so good already and I’m desperate for every part of her.

I sit up and let her take my shirt off, watching her run her hands up my chest. My skin burns from the trail of her touch.

Her shirt is off next, and I swing her around, bringing her to straddle my lap. Her knees bracket my hips and I reach around to undo her bra. But there’s no clasp. She laughs and whips the bra off over her head, freeing her breasts for me. My hands run up her bare back as I kiss her chest, teasing her skin with my tongue, trailing down the tattoo on her collarbone.

They’re daisies.

“Stop playing,” she whispers into my ear, nipping at my lobe. I groan and take one of her peaked nipples in my mouth. She moans, grinding her hips down on my erection.

“Fuck, Paige. I’ve dreamed about this so many times, I don’t know where to start.”

She takes that as permission to remove herself from my lap and I furrow my brows. “Anything but that,” I complain.

She smiles and begins peeling off her leggings. Just her black lace underwear remains, the only piece of fabric standing between me and her completely naked body. I’m going to rip them off.

Gripping her hips, I bring her back onto the bed and flip her so she’s on her back. I trail kisses down her body until I get to those lace panties and bite them, dragging them down her legs. She lifts her hips to help me and then she’s laid bare in front of me.

It’s my turn to stand as she watches me with hooded eyes. I palm my belt buckle, unhooking it and removing it with one hand. She follows the movement with rapt attention as I unbutton my jeans with my capable fingers.

When she bites her bottom lip, I hurry my movements, taking off my pants and underwear in one fell swoop. There is no sexy way to take your pants off as a man, so I just whip them off. Her eyes go wide as she takes all of me in, hard and ready for her.

“I don’t think that’s going to fit,” she whispers, licking her lips.

“Oh, it’s going to fit so perfectly, sweetheart. I’ll have to make you ready for me.”

She gasps as I grab her by the ankles and drag her body to the end of the bed. The thud of my knees hitting the ground drowns out the moan I make when she’s fully exposed to me. I can’t help but run my hands up the insides of her thighs.She’s so fucking smooth. She inhales as I place kisses where my hands have been, biting and scraping my teeth along the sensitive skin.

Her taut muscles clench beneath my hands and I stare in fascination at her strong body. Too impatient to savour every moment, I don’t hold back or tease, dragging my tongue up her centre, relishing the sound and taste of her, overloading my senses.

Never would I have dreamed she’d be this perfect. I learn her body and she responds perfectly to me, showing me where she likes it as I play with her clit, inserting one of my fingers and then another into her already wet centre.

“Adam,” she says on an inhale, her breathing coming in faster. “I need more,” she pleads. One hand comes around to grip her hips, helping her move with me. Her legs dangle around my shoulders, her heels digging into my back, and I encourage her to ride my face.

My tongue flicks and swirls, finding the rhythm she likes. I keep it steady as she climbs, letting her lead me through her orgasm. She gasps as her pussy clenches around my fingers. I flex them, curling around her inner spot as my tongue continues to work her clit. I could come from this alone, but I make sure my dick knows he’s not allowed.

Yet.

I work her through her waves of pleasure until she falls limp against the bed. I place a few chaste kisses on her thighs, aching to hear her make those sounds over and over for me.

“Holy shit,” she says, her eyes closed and limbs floppy. My pride is officially fed. And it wants more.

“Good?” I ask.

Her eyes flash open and she looks me in the eye.

“The best.”

My brows shoot up, and I feel my face pull into a wide smile. “Really?”

She laughs. “Really.”

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