Page 74 of Beyond Question

Her hands find the hem of my t-shirt and my words die in the air between us. She slips them between the fabric and my skin, and when her hot, greedy fingers start exploring my torso, I almost buckle again. I close my eyes on a deep breath, then push back onto my heels. Her legs are spread on either side of me and the desire to drag those white cotton panties off her body and drive inside her is fucking intense.

I scrub my hands down my face and groan into my palms. “It’s not happening tonight.”

“What?” she says incredulously. “You’re kidding.”

“Wish I was.”

She sighs. “I don’t want chivalry, Travis, I want to have sex.”

I tilt my head back and look up at the ceiling, whimpering softly. “Me too, Paige, me too.”

“Great. Then we’re agreed.”

“Yes, we agree that we both want this.” I look down at her and motion between us. “But youjuststopped pushing me away. Literally onlyminutesago. And I don’t think you’ll be happy with yourself in the morning if we have sex right now.”

She growls and it’s so fucking cute I find myself smiling.

“Don’t smile at me.”

I press my lips together and try not to.

After a few long seconds of silence, she sighs. “I just want to forget, Travis. Can you understand that?”

I stretch over her again and cradle her face in my hands. “I do, Paige, I do understand.” I nudge my nose against hers, then grip her jaw and kiss her, firmly this time. When those sweet lips open up to me, I kiss her hard, pushing all of my intention into each stroke of my tongue, showing her just how badly I want her with each brush of my lips. I rock my hips against her and swallow the moans she makes.

It feels so fucking good to rub my cock between her legs, to feel her against my body like this, legs open and inviting, tongue lashing against mine as she kisses me with so much desperation it makes my body tremble with need.

Gripping her jaw with my hand, I pull back, keeping her head still so I can get her attention. “There are other ways I can help you forget.” With that, I push back again, resting on my heels while I reach for her panties.

I begin to pull them down and she does this little hip wiggle of assistance, then the panties are gone, tossed to the floor, and I’m presented with my new favorite part of this woman’s body.

She doesn’t shave, but the dark brown hair is trimmed short, and my cock twitches in my pants, straining to get a closer look.

Not today, buddy.

My mouth waters as I splay my hands on the insides of either thigh and push her legs further apart, using my fingertips to spread her pussy. “Fuck.” I say on a sigh. “Beautiful.”

How can I feel like I’ve been waiting for this forso long, when I’ve only known her a few weeks?

“Travis,” she whines.

“Patience, baby, let me look at you.”

In my peripheral vision, I catch the moment when her hands clench into fists, and as I chuckle, I lean forward so the sound vibrates against her skin.

She moans, but the sound is soon drowned out by my own groan of pleasure, because she smells as fucking delicious as I hoped, that coconut rose scent somehow amplified between her legs.

Paige reaches for me, fingers dragging through my hair, and I open my mouth, then take what I hope is the first of many tastes of this woman’s pussy. She bucks against me and I smile, then drag my teeth over her clit and pull it into my mouth.

“Oh shit,” she murmurs, back arching off the bed.

So I do it again, flicking my tongue over the small nub as I suck it between my teeth.

“Oh god, Travis.”

I reach up and press my hand over her mouth. She grunts in frustration, but eventually quiets. The last thing either of us want right now is an audience. It’s probably even weirder for her, considering her daughter is out in the living room.

I release her mouth and lift my head. “Grab the pillow if you need to make noise.”

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