Page 103 of Famous Last Words
Taking the bottle of water from her, I place it onto the counter, and then, nudging her knees apart, I move between her thighs. Tucking a finger beneath her chin, I lift her face up so she has nowhere to look but my eyes. We’re so close that I’m sure I can hear the erratic thrum of her heart. Or maybe it’s mine. I’m not sure.
“You good?”
She nods again, and I lean in impossibly closer, dragging my nose along her jaw, breathing her in. She smells like fucking vanilla and raspberries and the long-forgotten hint of tequila; it’s a scent that makes me weak at the knees.
My lips skate to the skin at the base of her neck, the one spot I know drives her wild, and I lick her there. Slowly, I trail my tongue over the spot, licking it like I’d lick her pussy. Her head falls to the side, offering me better access, her hands grasping the front of my shirt, holding me right where I am.
“Can I ask you something?” I murmur against her skin
“You can ask me anything. Always,” she whispers.
Her words wrap around my heart, clenching the life out of it. I squeeze my eyes shut, exhaling raggedly, resting my forehead against hers and closing my eyes. “This isn’t fake anymore, is it?”
She doesn’t say anything for a moment, and I’m scared I might’ve just messed up, but then she shakes her head, and I release the breath I was holding. Pulling back, I cup her jaw with both my hands, finding her gaze again, and suddenly the invisible rubber band in the air between us snaps, and I can’t stop myself from claiming her lips.
Fran grips my shirt like it’s her lifeline, her lips parting as she welcomes all that I have to give her. My tongue licks into her mouth, slow yet deliberate, desperate to taste all of her. She whimpers into our kiss, her hands moving up and pushing my cap off my head, fingers tangling with the lengths of my hair, and I know she’s just as frantic as I am.
I move a hand down to her thigh, sliding up the hem of her dress, my fingers dancing over her soft skin all the way before stopping at the edge of her panties. I loop my finger into the elastic, and Fran moans against my tongue, lifting enough for me to tug the scrap of delicate material down her legs, shimmying them all the way without even breaking our kiss.
Moving in even closer, she sucks on my tongue when my fingers skate up the insides of her thighs, stopping at her hot, slick center. She’s wet already, and I love how reactive she is, how turned on she gets with me. Fran loves sex. And I love being the man to give her exactly what she wants and needs. And damn. There’s that stammer in my chest again.
My thumb presses against her swollen clit and she groans, her head tipping back and giving me easy access to her throat. I press a little harder, circling the bundle of nerves as I kiss, lick, and suck her skin, and in return, she spreads her legsa little wider and tugs on my hair.
“Fuck me, Robbie,” She pants as I rub her fervently. “Please.”
“Not here,” I growl against her throat, tearing myself away from her to meet her hooded eyes that are alive with lust. “I want you in my bed.” I kiss the corner of her lips. “Youbelongin my bed.”
Fran’s kiss-swollen lips part on a soft gasp, and I don’t blame her; I can’t believe I just said that either. But I did. And I meant every fucking word. She belongs in my bed.
Ducking down, I tuck my hands under her thighs, hitching her up off the counter.
“No, Robbie, put me down,” she objects with a giggle, trying to push me in my chest. “I’m too heavy. I don’t want to be responsible for you being benched with an injury.”
“I got you, baby,” I chuckle, gripping her a little tighter so she’s forced to wrap her legs around me. I hate how she’s so conscious of her weight all the time. She’s perfect the way she is. And screw her for doubting my strength.
Fran’s arms wrap around my neck, clinging onto me as I carry her into my bedroom. With a soft kiss to her lips, I deposit her onto my bed and stand in front of her, eyes boring into hers as I unfasten the buttons on my shirt. She sits there, staring up at me, her tits heaving with each breath, gaze dragging over my chest and stomach, zeroing in on my hands as I unfasten the clip on my pants, allowing them to gape open. My dick strains impatiently against my boxers, and she licks her lips.
“Like what you see, Keller?” I grin.
She bites down on her bottom lip and nods.
“Take off your dress.”
Standing, Fran pushes the dress off her shoulders, down her arms, all the way to her waist, and fuck me, she’s not wearing a bra. And I don’t know why, but the first thing I think of is fuckingTaddand how she’d been braless with that creep lurking around all night. Had he noticed? Had he seen her nipples pebble through the soft black fabric? My fistsclench at the thought, but then Fran continues pushing the dress down over her hips, all the way until it’s pooling around her feet, and my mind is suddenly void of everything but Fran fucking Keller.
My eyes roam, taking in every part of her. The way her stomach dips and her hips flare. She’s hands down the most beautiful woman. She’s… everything. Everything and more. And I like to think that I was gone for Fran Keller when she let me come inside her the other day in my car. But the truth is, I think I’ve been down bad for this girl since the moment she came back into my life.
Fran slides my shirt off my shoulders, her fingers skating down my sides and pushing my pants and boxers down while her eyes remained fixed on mine. She steps closer, almost flush against me, and I cup the sides of her luscious tits, my thumbs grazing her nipples and causing her to shudder beneath my touch.
I lean down, claiming her mouth again, urging her back onto the bed. Our lips remain intact as I crawl over her, flanking her body with mine, massaging one of her breasts in my hand before rolling the peaked nipple between my thumb and forefinger. I swallow her needy moans, pulling away from her lips only to press a kiss to her shoulder. Peppering my lips down her chest, I lick a line to her other nipple, sucking it into my mouth.
“Oh my God.” Fran sighs. “Please don’t stop.”
I continue my assault on her tits, pushing her breasts together and licking from one nipple to the other, nipping, biting, grazing her milky skin with my teeth until she’s writhing uncontrollably beneath me. I’d love to fuck her tits. I wonder if she’d let me. Who am I kidding? Of course, she’d let me. She’s more of a freak than I am. But not tonight. Tonight, I need to be inside her. To feel her.
“I need you,” she whispers, tugging on my hair.
Forcing myself away from her tits, I look up at her, her eyes so full of desire, and it’s enough to bring me to the very edge. I press a soft kiss to her lips. “Do you want me to get a condom?”
