Page 271 of Accidentally Under Your Tree

My heart was going to break free from my ribs. It pulled to hers. Lowering, I rested it against the swell of her breasts. It wasn't close enough.

She peered up at me, her eyes darting between mine. "I've never had sex in this house."

I lifted an eyebrow. "No time like the present."

Her head fell back, silent laughter shaking her body. I caught a groan in the back of my throat. Just looking at her—the exposed skin of her neck, her hair swaying toward the floor, the bounce of her tits—was enough to make my cock twitch.

I urged her mouth to mine.

Red wine clung to her lips. I was drunk on the taste of it, of her. Her tongue slipped along mine. She wrapped her arms around my shoulders, pressing us tighter together. Her legs hooked around my hips, and I ground my aching erection against her.

In the silence, I noticed every shiver that ran through her body. Her gasp as I trailed kisses and little bites down her throat. The arch of her back when I snaked my free hand up her sweatshirt, cupping her breast over her bra. Her nipple puckered in my palm. She overfilled my grip—the heavy flesh spilling between my fingers. She was more than I could hold. And I had big hands.

"I want you," I whispered into the hot skin just above her heart.

"Yes," she moaned.

Sighing, I wished I'd thought this through. Story of my goddamn life. "I don't have a condom."

"I might."

My head jerked up. "Down here?"

Her teeth pressed into her lower lip.

"In my laptop bag." It was hard to tell in the dark, but there might have been a blush coloring her cheeks. She lifted one shoulder. "Can never be too prepared."

A smile spread on my face. "Never change."

She snorted.

I shushed. I was tumbling into emotions too big to whisper, with nothing to break my fall.

I pushed back to kneel. Lizzy's legs held tight, pulling her with me. She looked so good there. Disheveled and lustful. Her thick thighs spread. I ran my hands up them, squeezing into their softness. My needs conflicting my actions. Untangling from her was the last thing Iwantedto do, but it was the only way to reach for the bag leaning against the coffee table.

The bag rustled, the metal jingling, when I picked it up and put it within her reach. With silent, deliberate movements, she lowered to the carpeted floor. Bending over the bag, put her perfect ass up for my appreciation. I didn't even question running my palm from one round cheek across to the other. She arched into my touch.

I took hold of the spandex clinging to her waist. Tugging it down, I exposed inch after inch of her skin.

Flipping her hair, she directed, "Only take them off one leg. In case we have to get dressed fast."

I was no better than a deranged Neanderthal because I hadn't even considered a strategy for putting clothes back on. How could I when her ass was bare? The waistband of her leggings rolled to her mid-thigh.

She wasn't wearing any underwear.

I slipped my fingers between her thighs, and I slid my middle finger inside of her. Her ribs expanded. She'd stopped looking in pockets of the bag, instead she fucked back into my hand.

"Did you find that condom?" I placed the pad of my thumb at the entrance of her ass. Precum darkened my sweatpants.

"I can't—your hand—I can't," she whimpered.

Although I loved her speechless at my touch, I ached to feel her stretched around my cock.

I pulled my hand from her heat. The sofa creaked as I sat back. I ran my hand down my face, smelling her on my fingers. My groan came out as a sigh. Wanting her was past urgent—she'd been edging me for days.

Turning, she held up a square foil. "Got it!"

"I need you." I wondered if she understood all the ways those three words were true. Before her, I didn't know what I was missing. But I did now. "Come here."

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