Page 68 of Just Like That

“You’ll have to be quiet so we’re not interrupted. Can you do that?” His mouth twisted into a devilish smile as my world went fuzzy at the edges.

His touch was sensual, soft, and deliciously sinful.

“Maybe?” I whispered, fully confident I wouldnotbe able to remain calm if he kept touching me like that.

Instead of going any further, he stroked his fingertips down my arm, capturing my wrist. He gently pulled my hand forward.

My pulse skipped. Every cell in my body ignited when he moved my hand over his hip. I let my hand slide down slowly until it was in his lap.

His hard cock pulsed under my touch and I squeezed.

JP sucked in a breath. “I want you to feel what you do to me. How fucking insane you make me on a daily basis.”

I shifted my hips forward and wrapped my hand around his rock-hard dick. With another gentle squeeze, I hummed and let my body take over.

My throat was tight.

JP’s gaze on me was like fire. Awareness sparked to life and my blood warmed. My legs shifted, desperate for any kind of friction. He shifted, rising over me and gripping the back of one knee to straddle his hips.

He settled back on his heels and, with a tight grip on my hips, pulled me closer. My hand slid away from him, and I pressed my palms to his stomach and enjoyed the way his abs flexed and bunched with every movement.

I stifled a squeal as his hand grazed down my thigh, starting at my knee and working his way closer.

One hand gripped my hip, and I became suddenly aware that his other hand was busy stroking his cock over his boxer briefs. He stared at me as though he was memorizing every feature in the dark.

A soft grunt escaped his lips and my clit pulsed. My mouth watered.

I wanted him more than I’d ever wanted another human being, and my body didn’t care how wrong that was.

For a moment the only sound was the two of us panting in the darkness.

My hand covered his, and he let his slip away. Under my palm, his cock was hard and warm and so fucking thick.

“Take it out,” I whispered.

JP’s face loomed over mine. Moonlight shone through the curtains in my bedroom, highlighting the sharp planes of his face.

His hand slid down my arm and captured my wrist. He guided my hand to the hemline of my shirt. His fingers laced with mine as together we stroked the outside of my cotton underwear.

My breath hitched.

His deep voice rumbled in my ear. “Can I take these off?”

I would have given anything to keep JP looking at me the way he was—like his control was seconds away from snapping and unleashing all his pent-up frustrations on me.

I gulped and nodded. His fingertips hooked into the top of my underwear, and I shimmied to work them down my thighs.

Sitting on his heels, JP stopped moving as he stared at the hemline of the T-shirt, which did nothing to cover my pussy. “Touch yourself, Hex.Please.”

His voice was strained. Desperate.

My fingers trembled as I gained the confidence to slowly slide my fingers over my stomach and between my legs. I stroked the top of my mound and JP groaned.

His hands slid into his boxer briefs, pushing them down and freeing his cock. His abs rippled as he fisted it. I could barely blink as his hand stroked up and down its length, running his thumb over the tip with a soft groan.

“I like that,” I whispered, slipping my fingers between my thighs as I stared. “Keep touching yourself and think of me.”

His dark chuckle sent goose bumps erupting on my skin. “You’re all I think about. That’s the fucking problem.”

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