Page 7 of Never Enough

“Kitty cat. Seriously? My petting had you purring, and your little claws sank into my shoulder blades so deep I have scars.”

“That was a mistake.”

“One helluva mistake I enjoyed. You did, too.”

“Yes, well, let’s make sure history doesn’t repeat itself.”

Hands on her knees, he pushed them apart. “Oh, I’m all about a repeat.”

She gestured to his ear. “But your brother?—”

“Muted.”

He moved in. His hand threading through her mop of curls, he pressed his lips to hers. His other hand grabbed her hip and pulled her tight to his front, where the cradle of her hips came into contact with his hard cock. Her gasp to try and tell him something only served to let him swipe his tongue inside her mouth and flick against the roof before sliding along her tongue.

Oh fuck! There it is! That sugar taste! Fuck, how I’ve missed it.

Her hands were on his chest. She gave a half-hearted push to stop him, but then she groaned and gave up, allowing her hands to slide over his shoulders, up his neck, and anchor around his nape.

“This is a bad idea,” she managed to puff out. When he moved his mouth to her neck, she stretched her head to theside, giving him better access to nip at the cord and follow it down to where her neck met her shoulder.

“Bad ideas are my favorite,” he mumbled.

“We really shouldn’t,” she chastised. Her hands slid down to his waist, frantically pulling his shirt from his pants, grasping at the warm flesh underneath it.

His hand slid from her hip down to her thigh and guided it around his hip. “You’re totally right. We really shouldn’t.” His mouth agreed, but his brain was in total disagreement. His mouth hovered at the hollow in her throat as he pulled her hips even tighter to his, his hardness meeting her softness. “Christ, you feel so hot.” He groaned as he ground his cock against her core.

She whimpered. “I am so fucked.” The tone was resignation, not fear or anger.

“That was my plan.”

He let go of her and backed off just enough to reach behind him and pull his shirt over his head, throwing it behind him somewhere. As he was doing that, he watched her grab for the bottom of her shirt, crossing her arms at the waist, pulling it free of her leggings, and ripping it over her head to drop it on the floor next to the dresser. Her sports bra quickly followed.

While stripping off his belt, he fumbled in one of the pouches for a condom. As soon as he had it secured, he let the belt fall to the floor, and he returned his lips to hers. Their kisses were fevered and hungry, and her hands roamed over his tanned and muscled chest, dipping down to allow her fingers to trace the perfectly defined muscles of his abdomen. Foreheads resting against one another, she chuffed out her approval. “Mary, Mother of God, you’re even more fit than before.”

He returned the caress by palming her small breasts. “Same for you. Watching your tight ass run across those roofs was the hottest thing I’ve seen in a long time.”

Mouths were back on each other—messy, hungry, and trying to make up for lost time—while both sets of hands were trying to help the other person lose the clothing that remained on their bodies from the waist down. He unbuckled the belt with all the tools of her trade and dropped it to the floor. Shoving his hands into the back of her leggings, Nemo dragged them and her underwear down as she lifted her butt off the top of the dresser. When they were at her knees, he pulled just one leg off over her foot, then hitched both legs over his hips.

He felt cool air on his lower half as she shoved his pants down past his ass cheeks, then the warmth of her smooth palm on his skin as she grabbed his cock and began to stroke it.

Three… two… one…

She gasped.

He chuckled. “Surprise?”

“Is that…?”

“Mmm hmm.” His lips were back on hers. “Wait until you feel it inside you. You can thank me later.”

“Oh god,” she moaned out.

“Only me here, kitty cat. Focus.”

Taking his cock in hand, he made short work of securing the condom he’d pulled from his belt, then guided himself to her opening, which was just past the edge of the bureau top and in perfect position. He swiped his shaft through her arousal, the barbell of his piercing teasing her opening, even through the latex, then dragged it over her clit and back, causing her breath to hitch and her body to shudder. Finding himself quickly soaked in a new wave of her arousal, he immediately slid himself inside her, buried to the hilt. Both of them groaned at the breach.

“Hold onto the edge of the dresser,” he ordered against her lips.

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