Page 47 of My Book Boyfriend
His hands reach back into my hair to angle my head for another kiss.Yes.I reach up to hold his head. His mouth is so sure.
I can’t believe this is happening. And it is so good.
Then he picks me up, cradling me, carries me to the bed, and lightly lays me there. “I want you all to myself. You’re so beautiful.”
He goes back to close the curtain and takes off his bow tie.
“Although I am wondering if I should readA Devilish Darefirst. I feel like I might not live up to its expectations.”
“Your last kiss definitely lived up to my expectations.” I sit up and put my hands behind my back to undo my dress. I don’t want him to leave.
He stops, his gaze fixed on my chest, and then smiles. “Can I help?”
I tilt my head. “Yes.”
He gets on his knees in front of me and enfolds me, his hands undoing my dress zipper as he kisses me on the lips quickly and then presses kisses on my bare skin above my decolletage, teasing. Soft, then firmer touches against my flushed skin, fluttering feelings.
I surrender, swaying into him. I want more.
I quickly undo his shirt and slip it down his shoulders and arms.
My dress falls down to reveal a strapless, black bra and tights.
He shrugs off his shirt. Released, I stand to slip out of my dress. He takes off his pants. I take off my tights.
Both in our underwear, we jump back into the bed. He chuckles. He’s hard against me as he folds me into his arms. I run my hands up and down his muscular back. He cradles my face again, kissing me, almost reverentially, softly, small, sweet kisses.
But as I open my mouth slightly, he deepens the kiss. I can’t get close enough. I want him, his hard body pressing against mine into the softness of the mattress. The fresh laundry scent of my sheets, the firm touch of his lips, his hands caressing my body. We roll together so that I’m on top, astride him, my hair forming a halo around our faces, our own private world. Everything else fades away.
“How are you still single?” he asks. As he kisses me again, my hair gets in the way.
He lifts up my hair into a ponytail.
“Do you want me to put it in a ponytail?” I reach for one of my ever-present ponytail holders on the nightstand.
“No. I like it down.” He takes the ponytail holder from my hands. He scrunches his hair up into a tiny ponytail on top of his head. “Ancient warrior style.”
“Hmm. That’s not the vibe it’s giving me.”
“It’s not?” He pinches his face up into a stern expression and growls. And flips me so I’m underneath him once again. He kisses my neck, and I moan. “You like that.”
“I do,” I say. “You still look adorable.”
“My grandpa is always telling me to get my hair cut.” He looks over at the nightstand and picks up another hair tie. “I’ll give you a matching one.”
He shifts back, and I sit up.
He gently sweeps some of my hair into a ponytail on top of my head. “Now we match.”
Kissing me, he presses me back against the bed.
“Are you okay?” He holds his upper chest on his elbows.
I pull him closer. “I like your weight.”
“I like you.” He nuzzles my neck. “What I really want is a date. A proper date. Can I get my bumper car date now?”
Chapter thirteen
