Page 82 of That Kind of Guy

“Hi,” she breathed against my mouth.

“Hi,” I murmured back.

I could get used to this.

I kicked the front door closed behind us and pulled Avery with me towards the stairs, kissing her and moving my hands over her. I needed to touch all of her, I needed to make her moan the way she did the other night with my fingers in her tight wetness. I reached up and brushed her nipple, and she jerked with a small cry against my mouth.

My cock was uncomfortably hard. We needed to get upstairs, faster. My tongue slicked against hers before I tugged her hair back, opening her deeper to me. She nipped my bottom lip with her teeth. My cock ached and I groaned.

I stooped down, grabbed her ass, and hauled her up. Her legs looped around my waist and I carried her up the stairs.

“I want you,” she murmured against my mouth, and my cock strained again. “I need you to make me come again.”

“You haven’t seen anything yet.” I broke our kiss to press my mouth along her neck. She gasped. “I can’t wait for you to come on my face.”

She moaned and rubbed against me. I stepped inside my bedroom before gently lowering her to the bed. I whipped her top off and she laughed in surprise.

“Eager.” Her voice was low.

My mouth came to her cleavage and her head fell back.

“You have no fucking clue how eager. I’ve been thinking about this since you came around my fingers.”

I pressed kisses along the soft, supple flesh above her bra, and her breath came out in little gasps. Her hands fisted my hair, pulling and making me groan against her skin. I could barely handle it, this delicate game of indulging my need to claim her and drawing it out to torture her with pleasure. I was grinding myself against the bed like a teenager. I flipped the clasp of her bra and her delectable tits popped out. One of the tight peaks pinched when I slid my tongue over it, and she cried out in the dark bedroom.

A low chuckle rumbled out of my throat. Fucking hell, I loved this. I loved making her breathless and hungry. Every cell in my body, every drop of blood craved this like water, like air.

When my mouth left her nipple, she groaned with protest.

“Pants off.” I worked furiously at her fly. “Now.”

She laughed, low and husky. “Demanding.” She moved to slip them off.

In the dim moonlight, I could barely see her, so I reached across the bed and flicked the light on. The room illuminated in warm lighting, and I gazed upon her face, flushed with parted lips and heavy-lidded eyes.

“Fucking gorgeous.”

She gave me a heated look and her hands came to my belt, undoing the buckle while holding eye contact. My cock pulsed and I yanked my shirt over my head.

“Your body is amazing,” she sighed, sitting up and pressing kisses over my abs. My hands came back to her breasts, and I rolled her tight little nipples in my fingers, pulling gasps from her mouth before I pushed her shoulders back so that she was lying down again.

My gaze snagged on her black lace underwear.

“Adams.” My voice caught. “Are these the decoy underwear?”

She gave me a wicked smile. “Yes.”

Lust roared through me and my eyelids fell closed. The thought of my sweet, sexy little Avery wearing underwear I had bought for her—my barely-there control nearly broke. I swallowed and mentally moved half my net worth to an account solely for buying Avery lingerie. Why hadn’t I thought of this before?

Her hands slid over my chest and her mouth covered mine again. “I can’t stop kissing you.”

I grinned against her mouth before breaking our kiss. I needed to give her more than just kisses. I knelt on the floor and looped my hands behind her knees before dragging her to the edge of the bed. Her breathing was shallow.

Avery was always so in control. She was so independent and never let anyone help her. I suspected, from the way her head fell back, that she seemed to enjoy me being in control.

So did I.

I slid my fingers up her thigh and her breath caught. I skimmed the black lace and found her hot, damp center. Her mouth made an O and she inhaled sharply.

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