Page 50 of Fierce-Hyde

She put her glass down and took his out of his hand. “Hormones. You’re making mine stand up and want to wave you down as if I need the plane to land on my body.”

He closed one eye at her. “That’s an image in my mind.”

“One in mine a lot too. I always think everything to death. Should I say this? Should I do that? What will the reactions or consequences be?”

“The adult in the relationship,” he said. “Like with your mother?”

“Yeah. And she’s been on my mind this week with her problems.”

“Want to talk about them?” he asked.

He looked sincere and she realized no man had ever wanted to talk to her about any problems she had.

“No,” she said. “I want you to kiss me so I can forget everything. I don’t even want to talk right now.”

He leaned in and put his lips to hers. Just soft again like before. Not a lot of pressure, no tongue action, just a light tease.

She needed more.

She put her arms around his neck and pulled him closer, then all but climbed into his lap and nudged his mouth open.

He didn’t hesitate to join in what she was starting.

His tongue touched hers and it was as if he was a puppet master and controlling the strings to her lady parts.

They actually started to quiver with each stroke of his tongue in her mouth. What the hell?!

Her hands slid into his hair and held his head in place, the two of them not coming up for air.

When she rubbed against him, she realized she was straddling him and her skirt was giving her plenty of room to rub against his erection in his jeans.

He let out a groan.

“You need to slow down,” he said.

“Actually,” she said. “You need to take me to your room. It’s been a good night. Better than good. When we are like this, it’s great. Can’t we just be great for the moment?”

His eyes were shifting around and looking at her face as if he was trying to read what was going through her mind. “We haven’t had much to drink.”

“I’m not drunk and neither are you. I want this. I really do.”

She didn’t know if she’d ever said that to another man before.

“You’re positive?” he asked.

She slid off his lap and reached her hand out for his.

He stood up and didn’t take her hand, but swung her into his arms and crushed his mouth to hers.

They were moving and she was positive it was to his room, but her eyes were shut and all she wanted was to savor the feeling of being in his arms and what was going to come.

She wasn’t going to think.

She only wanted to feel.

He laid her on his bed and stood back, then took her sandals off her feet, his large hands sliding up her legs, caressing her skin in a slow methodical way.

Her skirt was rising as his hands moved up further, then his fingertip was tracing around her swollen lips under her panties.

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