Page 92 of Snap Shot

I whine and mutter under my breath. “But my feet are going numb.”

The little smartass head-butts my sternum. “I'm joking, dumdum.”

There's my sassy girl. Wait,my? Hell yes,mygirl.I'm already attached and that's probably reckless, but I don't care anymore.Too bad,says my heart. I want what I want. And what I want is Indi.

“Oh, ya are, are ya?” I bend my knees to scoop her up by that tight ass of hers. She winces and holds on by the shoulders. “Wise guy, eh?”

“The wisest.”

My hand slaps one buttcheek for it. Indi gasps before I lower to the couch, keeping her in my lap. “You like that?”

Her cheeks pink. “No comment.”

A smirky smirk is here and here to stay. “You mouth off, you get spanked. I don't make the rules.”

She scrunches her nose. “Not sure I like when you're bossy.”

Hand reaching around her neck, my thumb finds the drumming pulse at her throat. “Pretty sure ordering you around is what made you scream my name last night.”

Her chest rises and falls at an excited cadence as my free hand pinches the loose shirt away from her torso then slides over her denim-covered thigh. “And what's all this? I thought summer was too hot for pants?” Mischief wanes from her eyes. “You hiding from me, Indi?”

“Maybe.” Her jaw tenses.

“It won’t work.” The pads of my fingers wander back up her leg, sneaking under her shirt, seeking the delectable stretch of skin across her stomach. “I've always seen you. I see you now like I saw you then.”

Indi yields, melting into my touch.

“You can't hide from me, and I don't want you to.”

Her forehead dips to my chin.

“Know what I think?”

The rigid column of her throat flexes. “What?”

“I think you've been a giver for so long you don't let yourself take. It scares you.”

She softens further, opening her chest and widening her straddle around my thighs with a rocking motion.

I ignore my stiffening dick and take the chance to slot her against me, crowning her with my limbs like the queen she is. “But I'm gonna give,” I say through my teeth, nuzzling against her jaw. “And you're gonna take it.”

She breathes a shaky hum through her nose, eyes drawing closed. I smile against her neck, each lingering kiss longer than the last, my hands collecting every tiny reaction from her goosebump-pebbled skin.

“Touch me, Landon.” Indi releases my shoulders and coaxes my hands to her thighs, guiding me between them by the wrist. “Here.”

Fingers tracing the thick seam of her jeans, I rub gentle circles where she says.

Her hands twitch, tightening their grip on me. She swallows. “Harder.”

Harder? I definitely am. The stifling sweatshirt fabric has me sweating and I yank it from my chest from the back.

Her hands, so fucking warm and soft, roam up across my bare stomach before climbing over my chest and to my forearms. “Inside,” she demands in a whisper.

I pull her collar aside to lick the stretch of bone, pants button coming undone with minimum effort so my hand can slip underneath. Indi grinds into my fingers when I glide over the wet patch of her panties, stroking the split of her covered pussy up and down. Unhurried. Up and down.

Her hands fondle her chest over her tee, but I swat them away to roll us to the side, helping her recline for better access. A sports bra appears when I bunch up her tee. I tut before kissing down one strap. “More hiding.”

Her nipples poke through the fabric, pleading for my attention. Indi gasps again when I snap the bottom band up, exposing those glorious fucking tits, tiny nipples the same shade as her dark pussy. I maintain the slow pace of my hand while mouthing one side of her chest, leaving it with a harsh suck before mirroring the movement on the other side. The circles shrink, honing into her clit, her restless hands and legs squirming as the speed increases.

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