Page 82 of One Touch

For a moment, I forgot everything. I was lost in the feeling of her body wrapped around mine.

Then, I looked her in the eye and, overcome with lust, I grunted, “Fuck it.”

And just like that, the rules were forgotten.

Lily wrapped her legs around me as I thrust into her. Our lips met and our bodies moved together with such power and passion I felt like I was losing myself.

Fingers through fingers, chest against chest, tongue wrapped around tongue.

The heat, the speed, the passion.

This time, there was no holding back. We barely spoke, we barely breathed, we just . . . made love.

“Lily,” I panted. “I need to come. You okay with me doing it here?” I splayed my hand out across her gorgeous pale stomach.

“No,” she sighed, shaking her head. “Do it here.” She grabbed my hand and moved it up to her breasts and I was so turned on at the thought I couldn’t hold on another second. I shot out of her and pointed my cock down at her breasts, painting her beautiful pink nipples white with my hot cum.

With an impish smile, Lily smudged her finger in my cum and then massaged her clit with it, bringing herself quickly to another orgasm. She kept her eyes fixed firmly on mine as she climaxed, her cheeks turning an adorable shade of pink.

“Okay,” Lily said at last, “I’m pretty sure there was no rule about taking a shower together. If you’re up for it?”

I nodded. I was up for it. Of course I was up for it.

We showered together, and I made her come another time in the shower.

Then we cleaned our teeth together, and I was tempted to make her come another time at the sink. I didn’t, though. I said goodnight to her like a gentleman and we went back to our separate rooms.

But I could still smell her on my sheets. Feel her in my limbs. See her in my dreams.

And all I kept thinking, all night long, was: I want more. More and more and more.

Chapter 15

Lily

Well, we broke therules.

Even though Ethan didn’t come inside me, we still had sex.

Very, very good sex.

What do great sex scenes in romance novels need?

Tension. Conflict. People fighting against their impulses, doing something they know they shouldn’t do because it just feels so damn good. . . .

“Whatchya thinking about?” Ava’s voice, innocent as a baby owl, snapped me back to reality.

“Rules,” I said, catching Ethan’s eye across the breakfast table.

I saw him clench his jaw before taking a bite of toast.

“What kind of rules?”

“Oh, you know, just, rules in general,” I said, trying to sound breezy.

“When you were a kid, did they paddle you in school if you broke the rules?” Ava asked.

I snorted out a laugh. “Paddle me? How old do you think I am?”

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