Page 46 of If You Need Me

“You’re actually serious,” she murmurs.

“A thousand percent.”

Her eyes roll up to the ceiling and she mutters, “I can’t believe I’m entertaining this.”

“Is that a yes? Can I get you off right now?” I slide my hand into her hair.

She bats it away. “Not here. There are cameras in the parking garage.”

“Your roommate is on afternoons this week. We can go up to your apartment.” I unbuckle my seat belt and hop out of the car, rearranging my hard-on as I round the trunk and open Willy’s door.

“Why do you know my roommate’s work schedule, Dallas?”

I shrug. “I just remember that shit.” And I keep track of when she’s home alone at night.

I grab her hand and tug her toward the elevator. We’re not alone on the way up, so I behave myself. But the second we’re inside her apartment, I take her face in my hands.

She covers my mouth with her palm. “We need to set some ground rules.”

I back off. “Right. Lay them on me.”

“No kissing.”

I frown. “Why no kissing?” I must think about the two kisses we’ve shared at least a hundred times a day.

“Because I said no kissing. This is only about orgasms.”

“Okay.” I’ll give up kissing for orgasms. For now. “What else?”

“Uh…” She runs her hand through her hair. “When I’m done you have to leave.”

“Got it. Orgasms, then out. Anything else?”

Her tongue sweeps across her bottom lip. “I think that’s it. For now.”

“Cool.” I step forward, and she steps back, bumping into the kitchen island. She grips the edge of the counter as I move into her personal space. “I can make you come now?”

It’s all I want. I never thought I’d have the opportunity to propose getting her off, let alone be the one to touch her. I’ve dreamed of her pussy since I was fifteen. I have to concentrate to keep my hands from shaking.

“You can try.”

I stroke her cheek, one corner of my mouth tipping up as I work a knee between her thighs. “Oh honey, I’m going to do a hell of a lot more than try. I’ll have you screaming my name before we’re done.” I drop my head and kiss the edge of her jaw.

“No kissing.”

“I’m not even close to your lips. I need to get you worked up first.” I push her hair over her shoulders and ghost my lips along the column of her throat.

“I’m already worked up,” she mutters.

“Should I find out if that’s true?” I trail my fingers over her collarbones and cup her breasts, thumbs brushing over her nipples through layers of fabric. No one has better tits than Wills. So damn perfect.

“If you want to make this better for me, you should take your shirt off.” She slides her hand under my T-shirt and runs her nails up my chest.

I reluctantly stop kissing her neck and lose my shirt, tossing it on the island. “Better?”

She sighs as her eyes move over me. “Fuck, you’re pretty.”

“And you’re stunning. I can’t wait to get my hands all over you.” I grab her by the waist and lift her onto the counter. “Make you come all over my fingers.” She looks incredible in her dress today. Professional, but so damn sexy. I slide my hands up her strong thighs, pushing them apart. I want to get her naked and worship every inch of her, but a bigger part of me wants all the things I missed out on with her in high school—like third base fully clothed. I resume kissing her neck, fingers gliding along the edge of her panties. They’re satin and lace. Probably pretty and sexy. “I’m going to make you feel so good, Wills.”

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