Page 123 of Hooking Up

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Always this first.

I hold her body against mine as I tease her with light brushes of my fingers.

She squirms against me, groaning and panting and tugging at my boxers.

I wait untilIcan't take it anymore to make my touch harder.

"Fuck." Her thighs shake against my hand. Her nails dig into my skin. "More."

I rub her a little harder.

She groans.

A little higher.

She pants.

There.

"Don't stop," she breathes.

Like hell.

Thisis where the world makes sense.

Thisis one thing I always get right.

Thisis fucking everything.

She tortures me with that lush ass. Her soft flesh is divine against my hard-on. I want to bend her over and claim every inch of her.

"Oh God." She presses her palm against the refrigerator door, knocking off a magnet. Another. Another.

Paper menus and post cards tumble to the floor.

They don't matter.

Nothing matters but Iris coming on my hand.

I rock my hips against her. Fucking boxers are in the way. I hate these damn things, but they're necessary. Otherwise, I'd already be inside her.

The room fills with her groans.

My breath.

Her nails scrape my skin.

My lips brush her neck.

"Walker. Fuck." She tilts her head to give me access.

I suck on her tender skin.

"Bite me," she breathes.

I sink my teeth into her skin. Soft. Then a little harder. Harder.

She groans. "Fuck."

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