Page 56 of Hooking Up

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Fuck exercise.

Thisis how I want to be in my body.

His touch gets harder.

I nip at his lip. Tug at his hair.

"Fuck. Walker." I press my lips to his neck. Wrap both arms around his shoulders. I'm lying on my back, but, still, I feel like I'm about to fall over.

"Say it again," he murmurs into my neck.

"Walker."

He sucks on my tender skin.

Rubs me with his thumb.

Then he's teasing my sex with one finger.

Two.

"Fuck." I pull him closer. Shift my hips. Groan into his neck. "Deeper."

"I like you bossy, sweetness."

"Now."

"Not yet." He teases me. Again. Again.

Again.

I reach for his hair.

I dig my nails into his back, pressing his t-shirt into his skin. There's too much fabric in the way. I need his body against mine.

I need all these layers gone.

I need to be naked with someone. Physically, at least. 'Cause I'm sure as hell not about to do it emotionally.

I push his t-shirt to his shoulders.

He tosses it over his head.

I pull back enough to stare into his eyes. "Take off my dress."

He slides my dress up my thighs. "Lift your hips."

I do.

He pulls my dress over my ass, up my torso, over my head. It lands on the hardwood floor. "Take off the bra."

I reach around my back, unhook it, slide it off my shoulders.

He lets out a low, heavy groan. "Fuck. You have amazing tits." He presses his lips to mine. Soft. Then harder.

His tongue slides into my mouth. Swirls around mine.

He breaks our kiss to drag his lips down my neck. My collarbone. My chest.

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