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His darted back and forth between mine, probably lookingfor hesitancy. He wouldn’t find it. My entire body ached for him.
I wasn’t sure who closed the distance, just that our lips collided with such force that it was both painful and exhilarating at once.
CHAPTER 23
His mouth moved expertly on mine, releasing some pressure only to reapply it again in a new way.
My hands, which had been resting on his back, apparently shocked into inactivity, finally awakened and wanted to explore every inch of him. They started by traveling his strong arms, feeling his taut muscles holding me tight against him. Then they moved across his shoulders and up into his thick, wavy hair, where they grabbed hold.
His hand drifted from my lower back to my ass to my thigh, which he lifted up so he could lower me back onto the bed, climbing on after me.
He stretched alongside me, my right hip connected to his left as he rested on his side. I pulled his upper half onto mine. He relented, our mouths meeting again. His fingers found a strip of exposed skin at my waist and traced the line until my body was on fire. I let out a whimper. He gathered my hands in his and pulled them above my head, trapping them against the mattress.
I arched against him and his mouth moved from mine to my neck and then lower, his tongue tracing along my collarbone. His hand found my breast, teasing my nipple through my bra until it pebbled.
I wanted him on top of me, to feel the full weight of him. Unable to pull him over with my hands trapped, I wrapped my leg around his waist and tugged. He got the message, propping himself up with one elbow and lowering his entire body onto mine. I could feel his pleasure, hard against the softness of my stomach. I arched again, pressing into him and then grinding against him.
His moan practically brought me to a climax all by itself. His mouth was back on mine, his tongue both soft and urgent. He tasted like mint and beer and lust, all my lust.
“I need my hands back,” I said against his mouth. As much as it turned me on that he was in control here, I wanted to touch him. To dig my fingers into his back. To rake my hands through his hair. He loosened his grip and my hands hungrily dove under his shirt. His skin was hot and smooth under my touch.
His hand slid up my back to my bra strap, which he easily unhooked.
“Your friends are so lucky to have you,” I said against his mouth.
“So are yours,” he said, kissing along my jaw as his hand worked its way under my loosened bra to cup my breast. His thumb circled my nipple until I whimpered in protest and then he pinched it firmly, causing me to gasp with pleasure.
It took me a moment, in my completely high-on-endorphins state, to feel the buzzing against my thigh. It took me another moment to realize it wasn’t something he was magically doingand that it was actually my phone. He seemed to come to the same realization at the same time as me because he rolled onto his back with a groan.
“I’ll turn it off,” I said. I thought I’d left it in my bag.
It stopped buzzing. I pulled it out of my pocket and was about to power it off when it started buzzing again.
“It’s Sloane,” I said. “She normally doesn’t call twice in a row like this.”
“You should answer,” he assured me, pulling his shirt down and adjusting his pants near his crotch.
I cringed, but I wasn’t faring much better; every part of me throbbed with desire. I swiped to answer. “Hello.”
“I’m sorry to bug you,” Sloane started. “How is the website coming along?”
“I, uh…” The website. That’s why I was here. “Yeah, almost done. Is that why you called?”
“No. A courier just delivered an envelope to the door for you.”
“A courier? At eight o’clock on a Friday night?”
“It’s nine.”
Was it? “At nine o’clock at night?”
“I know. I thought that was weird too. I wouldn’t have called but it seems official and important. It’s from the agency.”
“The agency?”
“Your old work?”
I sat up and turned sideways to let my feet hit the floor, hoping that would help me feel more grounded. “Open it.”
