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Not for me anyway.
I love the exploration, feeling how a woman goes up in flames if you kiss them just right. Kissing is a whole event in my book.
Kissing Laney is the main event.
Best kiss ever, the way she tentatively fingers my shirt at first, then only after a few experimental sucks on her lower lip does she turn wild, clawing those same fingers through my hair, angling my neck down so I give her deeper and longer.
I groan, bottomless and low, trying to relax the kiss so I can carefully pull away. But her hands sweep over me, and I only kiss her harder.
My fingers ache to explore beneath the tight pants she strutted in wearing.
I wanna feel how warm I make her between her legs when I peel her out of them.
My heart pounds, and my body is turned to the max to cover hers somewhere other than a car seat.
“You’re so beautiful.” I trace the delicate curve of her jaw before sweeping down her throat. She lifts her chin, allowing me access, so I lean in to kiss her pulse, sucking it into my mouth to see how sweet her skin tastes there.
It’s pretty fucking addictive.
With a sweet moan of acceptance, she hooks her fingers around the back of my head. My mouth finds her collarbone and my tongue delves into the little indention between the two. I tug gently at the sleeve of her blouse with my teeth to expose more skin on her chest, popping buttons as I go until I have a plump mound covered by lace in my mouth.
“God, Lachie…” she clutches hard and trembles.
My name never sounded so good.. “Inside. Let’s go inside.”
I’m a dirty dog. Can’t even get her out of my car and into her bungalow before I go all attack hound on her.
She struggles to open her front door, mostly because I’m dry humping her sweet little ass and biting on the back of her neck.
Impatience agitating my breath.
She’s a disease I can’t heal from.
A hunger there’s no sating.
I need and Ineed now.
“Little mouse,” I rasp, pushing her through the door, catching her gasp in my lips, my hand around the back of her neck, she melts so lovely and soft up against me, it’s an instant boner down below.
She wants me. Maybe even needs me too.
“Things are about to get rough…hope you’ve said your prayers.”
She laughs and nudges my belly. “Arrogant.”
She has no idea just how much.
But she’s about to find out.
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Lachlan
“Strip down for me, baby.”
Eyes wide, cheeks rosy. I watch for any sign she’s about to back out and pleased as fuck when I see none.
Once we’re inside her bungalow, she leads me through the dark halls to her bedroom. Just like her, girlie and sweet and smelling incredible.
