Page 80 of The Foul Out

“Mmm.” The sound vibrated through me, from my finger straight to my core. He slipped my finger from between his lips and rasped, “Maybe one more taste.” He pulled on my wrist, and I let him tuck me against him.

This time the cold cream hit my skin at the crook of my neck. Before I could even process the sensation, his mouth was on me. Something between a whimper and a gasp escaped me as the rough stubble of his jaw brushed my skin.

“Kyle.” That single syllable was so full of wanting, it was almost embarrassing.

The warmth deep in my core blazed hotter as he moved up the column of my neck, nipping and sucking.

“You’re sweeter than any dessert, Crabby,” he said, skimming up along my jaw until his lips brushed my ear, forcing a moan from deep within me. “You’re driving me insane.” He pulled in a deep breath through his nose, inhaling me. “That sound. God, I want to hear it over and over as I taste every inch of skin.” Hepeppered kisses along my cheek. “I want to know whether your pussy is as sweet as the rest of you.”

My thighs clenched, searching for friction to ease the throb.

“I need you to moan my name while you coat my tongue with your pleasure.” He tipped my chin back and captured my mouth with his.

Just like last time, my body came alive with the brush of his lips. Weeks of tension melted instantly and was replaced with waves of desire as he toyed and coaxed my mouth open. The second my lips parted, he swept his tongue between them, invading, and he locked his arms around me, pulling me to him.

A deep groan echoed up his chest.

He spun to press me against the table, his thigh between mine and a hand on my ass. One squeeze, and he lifted, sliding me up his thigh. I rocked into him, seeking the pressure, something to ease the throbbing.

With a ragged breath, he broke our kiss and shook his head. Cupping my cheek, he blinked, as if trying to come back to reality. “Sorry.” Pupils blown, his eyes blazing with desire, he swallowed hard and slid me down his thigh.

I leaned into the slow friction,needing more.

He grunted as he steadied me on my feet. “You make me forget every one of my good intentions.”

The statement made my chest swell with affection and pride. The idea that I could drive this gorgeous man to forget his control was a boost to my ego. It made me feel like more than a tired mom who was past her prime. It made me feel attractive andwanted.

And I desperately missed that feeling.

So why was I fighting it?

This didn’t need to be love or forever. It could be selfish desire. A blip in time where I felt incredible.

“Oh, a smirk.” He tickled my side, making me squirm.

As I brushed against him, his thick erection startled me, and when I’d righted myself and I did it again, this time on purpose, his dick jumped, and he hissed out a breath. Encouraged by his reaction, I dropped my hand to rub along the swell of his cock.

“Fuck, baby.” He pressed the long, thick length into my hand. “You like torturing me a bit too much.”

“Oh, but it’ll be so worth it when you finally moan my name as you’re coming.”

His eyes popped wide.

My heart lurched at his reaction. Letting up on my hold of his dick, I stepped back. “Is that not where this was heading?”

“If you want that.” He pulled me into him again, his eyes dropping from mine to my mouth. “You have no idea the fantasies I’ve had…”

“Show me,” I dared.

“Challenge accepted.” With that, he hoisted me up and I wrapped my legs around his waist.

This morning,there was no way I would have guessed I’d finally have my hands on Harper again. My arms around her waist, her lips pressed to mine, her need matching my own. Wished, yes, but it seemed more like a fantasy.

So even though I wasn’t happy about having to swallow my pride and cash her check, I would do it. Because I wanted her. Wanted us.

In the back of my mind, my conscience itched. I hadn’t told her about JJ yet, but that was an issue we could work through in time.

Heart racing, I laid her out on the sofa and hovered above her. “You’re sure about this?”

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