Page 41 of Tight Spot

God, she was incredible, tense in my hold, so I kept the kisses soft and light, didn’t push for more until she succumbed. The tenseness slid out of her body, and her hand settled at my hip right before she leaned in, pressed her body to mine and slipped her other hand around to my back, and pressed me against her.

“Thatta girl,” I murmured and sealed my lips to hers, tongue slipping inside.

“Oh.” She gasped and kissed me back, and my blood turned to fire, racing through my veins, as the kiss quickly grew in speed, in ferocity, and in passion.

I twisted, pressing her back to the bookshelf, and grabbed one of her thighs, draping it over my hips.

Fuck slow. This was going to become a problem if I got my hands on her and lost control.

“Oh, Dawson.”

I pressed my hard dick, pulsing and angry it was confined inside my jeans right against her sex, and another beautiful and fucking electric moan slipped from her lips.

“Ride it,” I grunted, and a shiver raced through her.

She rolled her hips, hesitant at first, but then she moved, went wild.

“That’s it, Hailey.” I kept kissing her, pressed my hands into her hair, and groaned at the softness of it. Smooth, soft, smelled like flowers, and as I held her head still and devoured her mouth, I dropped my other hand to her ass.

“Fuck,” she gasped against me, pulled off, and shoved her face into the side of my neck.

“Dawson.”

“Get there, Hailey. Use me.”

I rocked back into her, grabbed her ass, and helped her along.

The tip of her tongue came out, swiping along my neck, and my gut clenched with my own demanding need.

Need to have her. Need to see her face as she unraveled. Need to figure out how to continue going through with this without fucking it all up.

“Shit.”

Her teeth came out next, scraping along my neck, and then the most beautiful, needy little sound escaped her throat as her entire body trembled with the force of her orgasm. Her hand clung to my back, fingers curled into my shirt. She came fast. She came hard.

She came and responded to me like an absolutely beautiful goddess I couldn’t wait to be inside.

Her lips pressed to my throat, and I turned my head to kiss her temple while the aftershocks subsided, and a husky laugh vibrated against my skin.

“Sorry. I tried not to bite you.”

“We’ll work up to the freedom to bite me whenever and wherever you want,” I murmured against her temple.

She froze, then relaxed, and she pulled back. She flashed me a dick-hardening grin. At least, would have been, if I wasn’t still a cement brick in my jeans.

I loosened my grip on her, gently guided her leg off my hip and back to the floor and smoothed down her shirt. “You okay?”

“I think that today I learned Darrick really sucked at kissing.”

I chuckled along with her. She was okay.

“How about you?” Her gaze flicked down back to me.

“I’m good.”

“Are you sure? Because—”

She reached for me, and I grabbed her hand. “Not trying to be a gentleman right now, but if you touch me, I’ll blow in my pants or all over your floor, and I’m definitely sure we’re not ready for that. I’ll be fine, and you can make it up to me another day.”

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