Page 27 of Rookie Move

He walked into his bedroom and dropped her down on the bed, then flipped on a small lamp on the nightstand.

“I’ve been waiting to get you back in my bed for far too long,” he murmured, stalking up the bed until his arms bracketed her head.

He leaned down, brushing his lips across her face, teasing her lips with his tongue. She gave in without hesitation.

Her tongue tangled with his, their breaths harsh and intermingling as he destroyed every thought about how they shouldn’t do this.

She couldn’t bring herself to care anymore, and she gave in to what she wanted more than anything else in her life. Her hands trailed up his hard chest, her nails scraping against his nipples, and she smiled against his mouth when he shuddered above her.

She locked her hands in his hair, pulling on the short strands as they kissed.

He broke the kiss, nibbling across her jaw. He pulled her earlobe into his mouth and sucked, and she arched off the bed.

“Desmond, please,” she whispered.

He trailed his lips along her collarbone before his tongue darted out to torment one nipple and then the other. He pulled one breast into his mouth, his tongue twirling around the hard tip, and her thighs squeezed against his hips, overpowered by pure lust and need.

She held one hand in his hair, anchoring him to her body, and when he chuckled against her fevered skin, she felt the vibrations in her core.

“Pants off now,” she moaned, only to have him playfully bite her nipple before paying the same slow torture to her other breast.

She was going out of her mind, and she pushed him back. Instantly, she missed his mouth, but she had her priorities as she shimmied out of the rest of her clothes and then nudged his shoulder.

He moved off of her, shedding his dress pants and boxer briefs, but before he could pull her back underneath him, she straddled his hips. They both sucked in ragged breaths as his cock brushed against where she needed him most.

She reached down, enclosing her hand around his hard length, shuttling her hand up and down slowly, and swiping her thumb over the tip, gathering the drop of need, then moved her hand up and down his cock again.

“Rylie, please,” he ground out, his stomach muscles tight.

She was definitely going to trace them with her tongue later. It was like a freaking eight-pack.

She scooted down his thighs, not releasing her grip, and when she leaned down to swipe her tongue over the head, he let out a guttural groan and tightened his hand in her hair.

It was only fair that she return the favor after he’d tormented her. She lowered her mouth over him, taking him down as far as she could before she lifted her head, her tongue swirling around the tip.

Before she could continue, he reached down and pulled her up his body.

“I wasn’t done,” she pouted.

His eyes glittered in the dim light, his chest rumbled out a rushed breath, and then his lips sealed to hers, swallowing all her taunts.

His tongue swiped past her open lips and she sank her hands into his hair.

She could kiss him forever if he let her.

In the middle of their kiss, his hand snaked down between their bodies and his thumb brushed over her clit.

“Oh god,” she whispered against his mouth as he swiped through her wet heat, her thighs clenching against his hips, over his cock, which was trapped between them.

She rocked her hips and broke the kiss, struggling to take in a breath.

“I need you inside me,” she moaned.

“There’s no place I’d rather be,” he whispered, meeting her gaze.

Fuck, he neededto feel her wet heat surrounding his cock. The friction of her rubbing against him made him harder than he thought was possible, and his cock ached.

Goddamn ached.

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