Page 167 of Accidental Husband
My cock doesn't give a fuck about space. Only about her soft lips, her perfect tits, her sweet cunt.
Shit, there I go again.
"You're distracting." I fish my key from my pocket. Unlock the door. Motionafter you.
She smooths her tight white tank top. "I'm distracting?"
My gaze goes straight to her ass. Fuck, those jeans hug her skin like they were made for her.
Her hips sway as she steps into the house.
"What do you call this?" Her fingers brush my bare shoulders. "Since when do you even own muscle tees?"
"Since I realized I liked women staring at me."
"So… third grade?"
I chuckle. "Pretty much."
"How come I never see them?"
"You weren't paying attention." I follow her inside. Pull the door closed. Click the lock.
Jules looks around the apartment with wide eyes.
It's mine. I love it just for that.
It's a nice place, considering the rent and the proximity to the beach, but it's not exactly spacious.
She deserves better.
She's used to better.
I motion to the couch. "If you want the bed, it's yours."
"You don't want—"
"I do."
"Oh." Her lips press together.
"I want to peel you out of those clothes—"
"Griff."
"Let me finish, baby."
She nodsokay.
I try to make my voice steady, but it still drops to something dirty and demanding. "I want to strip out of these clothes, tear off yours, and press every inch of my skin against yours."
Her lips press together.
"I don't want any space between us."
"I…"
"But I want to give you what you need more."
