Page 30 of Beautiful Harmony

Knowing that didn’t help his erection issue any. He straightened and walked toward the futon.

“Where are you going?” Emma said without taking her eyes off the screen.

“Futon,” he said.

“Can’t bear to watch me beat your high score, huh?” She muttered a curse and yanked the joystick to the left.

“More like I need a nap since we’ll probably be here all night while you try but fail to beat my high score,” he said.

She stuck her tongue out at him, and he collapsed on the futon, looking away in a hurry before his damn dick just tore through the denim. He laid on his back, staring up at the ceiling and listening to the Pacman theme song and Emma’s occasional muttered curses.

Being in his parents’ basement, lying on the same futon that had been there for as long as he could remember, made him feel like he was fifteen again. Minus the gorgeous woman trying to beat his Pacman high score, of course.

He closed his eyes so he wouldn’t stare at Emma’s delectable ass. Maybe if he –

“Oh my God, I did it!”

He stood in a hurry, staring at Emma as she turned toward him. “I freaking did it, Lucas! I beat your high score.”

“Son of a bitch,” he said.

She laughed and did a little dance in place, shimmying her hips and making her perfect tits bounce before she hurried across the basement toward him.

“I told you I’d do it. I told you I’d – shit!”

He automatically lunged forward as she tripped over her bag that she’d left on the floor and caught her before she could fall flat on her face. Her momentum pushed them both backward, and they landed on the futon in a tangle of limbs and muttered curses.

Emma’s soft and curvy body was mostly underneath him, and Lucas knew he needed to sit up, knew he needed to get out of her personal space, but holy fuck, did she feel good underneath him.

She stared up at him. “Shit. You okay?”

“Fine,” he said. “You?”

“Yeah. Sorry. I tripped over my bag.”

“You did,” he said. “Are you impressed by my cat-like reflexes in catching you?”

“Are you impressed that I beat your high score?”

He grinned at the smug look that crossed her face. For once, she wasn’t actively trying to make sure only the right side of her face was visible, and she wasn’t tense or stiff the way she usually got if he stood too close.

“Everyone gets lucky sooner or later,” he said.

Her look of outrage was fucking adorable. She poked him in the side and scowled. “That was not luck, Lucas Wright. That was pure skill, and just because you -”

He kissed her. He couldn’tnotkiss her. Not when she was soft and warm below him, and her mouth was only inches from his, and he could feel her glorious tits pressed against his chest.

She made a startled squeak, and her hands pressed against his ribs. Pressed and then gripped his shirt, pulling him down even closer as her lips parted.

He slid his tongue between her lips, flicking at her tongue lightly before exploring her mouth. She tasted like the lemonade she’d been drinking, and he relished the sour sweetness as he sucked lightly on her tongue. Her soft moan went straight to his dick, and he shoved his thigh between hers, pressing it up against her pussy. His cock had turned to stone, and he groaned into Emma’s mouth when she shifted slightly and the soft curve of her hip rubbed against his dick.

He cupped her breast through her t-shirt, kneading it gently and rubbing his thumb over her nipple until it hardened. He nipped at her bottom lip before kissing her throat and nuzzling the soft spot below her ear.

Her low gasps and the way she rocked her lower body against his had him aching to strip her naked right here in his parents’ basement.

Probably not the best idea, but that didn’t stop him from reaching for her shirt hem. There was no fucking way either of them was leaving this basement without him seeing her tits. Without him sucking on her nipples. Without him –

A wet tongue slurped across his cheek to his ear. He jerked in surprise, and Emma gasped into his ear as her face was licked next.

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