Page 29 of Breathless With Her

“Then stop thinking so hard.”

I traced my finger along her cheekbone, needing to calm myself for just a moment.

“What if we need to think just a bit more? Not hard, just a bit.”

Her face shuttered for just a moment, and then she gave me a tight nod. I knew I’d said the wrong thing, but…fuck. I didn’t want to hurt her. She’d been hurt enough.

“I’m sorry if this is too much—”

I cut her off. “Stop it. I have my hands on you, and I really want to be inside you right now. This isn’t too much. I just don’t want to go too fast and miss out on you. I want to touch every part of you. Learn every taste. I want to know every inch of you with my tongue. And I want to fuck you hard and slow until you come. And I want you to come more than once. And for you to do that, we need to go a little bit slower. Because you keep squeezing my dick like you are? I’m not going to last, babe. I’m not a young kid anymore.”

“There’s nothing old about you, damn it.”

I grinned. “Maybe. But I’m going to blow my load right in my jeans like a teenager if you don’t stop.”

“So, you’re saying you’re too youngandtoo old right now?” she asked, her eyes dancing with laughter. Good, she should be laughing, not worried about what she had been thinking about before. Because I didn’t want to see that shuttered look on her face again. I didn’t want to be the person who brought her there.

“What if we do a little bit of everything?” she asked, her voice a little breathy.

“Oh?”

“What if we do exactly what we need, and then go a little slower later? I mean, that is if you can handle more than once.”

My dick stood at attention, and I narrowed my eyes. “That sounds like a challenge.”

“No. You’re the one pressing me up against this door. I’m just saying.”

“Okay, then. You asked for it.”

“Yeah, I did.” I growled and kissed her again.

I swept my hands through her hair, tightening my grip just enough. She tilted her neck to the side, and I latched on, nipping and biting and sucking. I felt like a damn vampire, but I loved the taste of her skin. I wanted more. So I trailed my fingers along her collarbone, tugging her sleeves down. She didn’t have anything on her shoulders, and that was just so damn sexy. It gave me access to all that skin to bite and lick and watch.

Damn, I loved her taste.

She tugged her arms out of her sleeves, and I pulled at the bottom of her shirt so it popped over her breasts.

She wore a strapless thing that I pulled down to reveal a lace, strapless bra, her nipples halfway out of the cups.

“Dear God,” I growled.

“Yeah, not the best bra. I think I’m a little too big for it.”

“No, don’t. I’m going to need a minute.”

“Another minute?”

“Jesus Christ. I knew I loved your breasts from just what I’d seen in that dress and around. But in this bra? It’s like it’s a feast. Yep, those nipples are calling to me. Look, they’re saying my name.”

“You are such a dork.”

“Pretty much.” I lowered my head and sucked one nipple into my mouth, letting it go with a pop.

She shivered in my hold, and I bit down before moving to her other breast, tugging the lace down so I could access the rest of her.

She was more than a handful, but not two. It was the perfect amount for me. And I had really big-ass hands.

I slowly molded her breast in my hand, using my hips to keep her pressed against the door. It probably wasn’t the most comfortable position, but I couldn’t help it. I just needed her this way.

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