Page 328 of The Tempted

She threaded her fingers through the belt loops of my jeans and pulled me toward her, falling back onto my bed and taking me with her. I braced my hands on either side of her head so I wouldn’t crush her and looked down at her. She pulled me closer, spreading her legs, so I fell in between them and pressed my erection against her.

“You want me,” she declared with a smile.

“Yeah, I do,” I said huskily. She had no fucking idea how much.

Just the tip.

I leaned down, pressing my lips to the tip of her nose, the right corner of her mouth then the left corner before slowly pulling my head back to gage her reaction.

Still drunk, but there was no mistaking that gleam in her eyes.

I dipped my head and covered her mouth with mine. Her lips were soft and wet as they parted for me, inviting me in to take what I wanted. I heard the groan rumble from low in my belly as I parted my lips and slid my tongue into her mouth. She tasted like cinnamon and mint, like Heaven and Hell, because there was no way I wasn’t going up in flames for this one. No fucking way.

Her teeth grazed my lip as she tried to seize control. Feisty. I loved it. My lips latched onto hers and my tongue took its time stroking hers, feeding off her taste. I felt my dick strain against the denim and reached down to unbutton my jeans to give myself a little relief.

I pulled away from her mouth, drawing down my zipper as I watched her sit up and take a deep breath.

She reached for me as I went to pull my pants down and release my aching cock.

“You want it bad, don’t you, Kitten?” I growled, kicking off my boots.

“Riggs,” she whimpered.

Just the tip, I reminded myself, dragging my jeans down my legs and kicking them off as my cock sprang free.

Christ, she was hot.

I wrapped my hand around my cock giving it a stroke. I went to remove my shirt and she lurched forward startling me.

“I’m going to be…” She never finished her sentence as she threw up.

All over me.

All over my beautiful cock.

So much for “just the tip.”

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